Meanwhile.
Bai Zhen and Wang Ning were sitting in the living room, flipping through materials. The paper materials brought back by Zhao Bowen could fill up a suitcase, and the electronic files he brought could fill another suitcase. This afternoon, when Zhao Bowen stacked folders of various colors higher than everyone present, Old Bai and Old Wang thought he had just robbed the print shop downstairs. Then, Zhao Bowen turned around and took solid-state drives out of another suitcase, piling them even higher than everyone—a clear sign he had also raided the electronics market. Patting the folders and hard drives on the coffee table, Zhao Bowen told everyone that this was all the work they had done in the past half-month.
Both found it hard to imagine that Zhao Bowen had completed such a vast amount of work in just half a month, and they marvelled as they went through the documents.
"Nanjing City's high-altitude ionosphere F2 layer... Balloon-suspended radar reflection experiment..."
