The projection communication ended.
Lyu immediately said, "Boss, the East Wind has reached a synchronous orbit, ready to initiate particle transmission at any moment."
Yang Ming pressed his fingers against his earlobe and extracted the concealed earpiece directly.
He saw several figures approaching and, without shying away, directly said, "Prepare a global broadcast in the name of the White Ghost, collect information on insect disasters from various regions, and spread it as widely as possible."
"Yes."
"Hanton?"
Hanton's father frowned and called out, "Are you going to get busy now? You've only been back for less than two days..."
"I'm sorry about that..."
"No, no, you don't need to apologize to us," Hanton's father hurriedly said, "You have important things to attend to; the family cannot be your obstacle. It's fine, it's fine... Should we have a hug?"
"Of course," Yang Ming took the initiative to step forward.
