82: Did you follow Washington into the country?

Chapter 82: Did You Enter the Pass with Washington? The Dawn of Despair, I'm Going 'Communist'!

"How come we can visit the Air Force Base now?" Lu Ze's expression was quite something.

Good heavens, he had just said that neither the Navy nor the Air Force Bases had open events recently.

Yet, after one phone call, the Air Force Base could clear a day for them? Where did you call? Was the person who answered the phone at the Pentagon or the White House?

'What exactly is Lucy's identity?' Lu Ze wondered silently.

This mystery seemed to deepen with time.

What kind of status allows someone to specifically clear a day to host two visitors?

This is an Air Force Base; even if Eagle Country has countless Air Force Bases, it's not somewhere you can just walk into.

Lucy isn't just a high-ranking official at the lab; can she also speak with authority throughout Eagle Country?

So, your ancestors were the ones who followed Washington through the pass? Which star on the old Washington flag belongs to your family? Otherwise, where does she get such immense power?

These thoughts drifted by in an instant.

"I think, won't this be too much trouble for you?" Lu Ze felt a bit embarrassed.

"How about we just wait for the next Air Force Base open day?"

This favor was simply too significant; it was truly difficult to accept.

It was far from as 'easy' as Lucy made it sound, and he didn't want to owe such a large favor because of it.

The hardest thing to repay in this world is not money or material possessions, but a debt of gratitude.

If he owed too much in the future, wouldn't he have no choice but to offer himself in return?

However, upon hearing this, Lucy smiled and shook her head: "Don't worry about it; it's because a group of reporters will be there for an interview and visit that day."

"At that time, we'll just go in with them; it's not a special case."

"Then I'm relieved," Lu Ze chuckled softly.

Despite saying so, he remained highly suspicious.

A reporter group? How coincidental that this reporter group is visiting on a Sunday and can also bring him and Lucy along? Perhaps this reporter group didn't even exist a few minutes ago.

"The time is set for this Sunday, but that Air Force Base might be a bit far, so we may need to head out early."

After Lucy finished speaking, she walked towards the snack and catering area; standing for so long had made her hungry.

He watched her graceful figure gradually recede.

'This Sunday, huh?' Lu Ze thought to himself.

Today is Thursday, and after this week, he will continue working at the lab for five more days next week before officially starting his summer vacation.

In other words, he could return to Da Xia next week.

'After visiting the Air Force Base, I'll look for those two 'Sleeping Dragons and Phoenix Fledglings' in the town,' he muttered inwardly.

He would be returning to Da Xia for a full two weeks; who knew what kind of situation might arise?

These were members of the reserve organization he highly valued, and absolutely no accidents could occur.

Just as he was making various plans.

Suddenly, a system light screen popped up on his eyeball.

Ding! You have a new email to check.

He stared at the notification.

'Why is Da Xia suddenly sending an email? Did something happen?'

Lu Ze frowned.

After he sent the complete F35 technology to Da Xia last time, there had been no communication between the two parties.

Immediately, he lay on the sofa, pretending to close his eyes and rest.

In the email backend on the light screen, a brand new email was pinned at the top.

This sudden interruption is mainly because we have a dividend to give to your organization.

We would like to know what method you would prefer for payment.

Whether it be gold, silver, antiques, cash, or various currencies of equivalent value, we will adhere to your specified requirements for payment.

'Dividend?' Looking at the word, Lu Ze was exceptionally puzzled: 'When did I do business with Da Xia?'

If not for that reason, where would this dividend come from?

"Could it be the Small Unmanned Aerial Vehicle dividend?" He suddenly remembered something.

After he gave Da Xia the Small Unmanned Aerial Vehicle technology, the other party did say they would give 50% of the net profit from Small Unmanned Aerial Vehicle trade to the 'Mysterious Organization' as a reward.

Thinking of this.

Lu Ze quickly typed out a line of text.

We would like to know the total amount of the profit dividend before considering the payment method required.

He couldn't determine the best way to proceed without knowing the total amount of money.

It seemed someone from Da Xia was always monitoring the computer, as a new email was quickly returned.

This dividend mainly comes from two sources.

First, the current sales of Small Unmanned Aerial Vehicles: 10 million usd, with a net profit of 7 million usd.

Second, the carbon fiber material technology provided by your organization helped Da Xia gain over ten billion usd in the global financial market, and we will allocate 10% of that as a dividend for your organization.

The total amounts to: one billion, three hundred and fifty million usd.

"A full ten billion usd?" Lu Ze couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement at the figure.

And what astonished him even more was that if it was the Small Unmanned Aerial Vehicle dividend, which was agreed upon in advance, that would be one thing.

They even gave him a dividend for the carbon fiber technology? The reason was simply that they made money in the global financial market using this technology?

This was not just a simple 10% dividend; the number before it was a full ten billion usd.

'Da Xia is indeed a trustworthy country,' Lu Ze sighed.

According to the rules of their previous cooperation, these ten billion usd were not at all necessary to give.

After all, the carbon fiber material technology was included in the complete technical data for the F22 and B-2 Bomber, and strictly speaking, it was sold as a package; these 'rewards' had already been settled.

However, Da Xia still unhesitatingly offered this dividend; what should be given was definitely given, and even what didn't need to be given was still given.

The main focus was credibility.

Before Lu Ze could react, Da Xia sent another email.

How does your organization plan to claim this dividend?

Lu Ze pondered for a long time, then replied.

This dividend will temporarily be stored with you; members of our organization will travel to Da Xia in a while.

We will notify you then on how to collect this dividend.

Closing the email backend on his eyeball, Lu Ze couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

'Fortunately, I drew that Glamour Mask earlier, otherwise I really wouldn't know what to do with it.'

If he hadn't obtained the Glamour Mask before, unable to completely hide his identity, he would never have dared to claim this dividend.

Now with the Glamour Mask, which allows him to freely change into anyone's appearance, he doesn't have to fear appearing directly in Da Xia's sight, and solving the source of these funds won't be too big of a problem.

'Moreover, this money comes at just the right time, solving a major problem for me in creating the 'organization.''

If Lu Ze wanted to establish a 'Mysterious Organization' hidden within Eagle Country and even spread throughout the world, then funding was absolutely indispensable.

Otherwise, people would be working hard for the organization at night, and still have to go to work during the day to earn money to support their families?

Before, relying solely on the meager winnings from his lottery draws wasn't even enough for him and Lucy to go out and splurge, let alone provide organizational funds?

This was also one of the reasons why Lu Ze had been hesitant to formally establish the 'Mysterious Organization'; without money, it was truly impossible to move forward.

'It seems Da Xia earned all this money from Wall Street.'

"This is too dramatic," Lu Ze's lips curled into a thought-provoking smile.

Strictly speaking, wasn't this money from the Wall Street giants?

And he would use Wall Street's money to support the Mysterious Organization, ultimately taking over their base.

Just thinking about it was exciting!

At the same time.

In a very secluded street in Livermore.

The two 'organization' reserve members, whom Lu Ze was currently thinking about, were in an increasingly difficult situation.

Their clothes hadn't been changed or washed for several days, and their hair was somewhat disheveled.

"Damn it, are these gangs really planning to wipe us out?"

Parker cursed.

He habitually reached out for a sip of cola, only to realize he hadn't bought any.

Over the past few days, the gangs had repeatedly narrowed their living space.

Now they were driven to this most remote street, where even trash wasn't collected, leading to paper scraps and sewage flowing everywhere.

Calling this a 'slum' would be an overstatement.

In such a place, what decent work could Parker and Buller find? There were even very few people living here.

The gangs' message was clear: if they didn't leave Livermore, they would starve to death.

Parker's stomach growled with hunger; as a fat man, how could he endure it?

He looked at his friend next to him: "Buller, I want to eat fried chicken. Do you think there's a place in Livermore that sells a whole fried chicken for one usd?"

He remembered a Da Xia immigrant once saying that there seemed to be one-dollar fried chicken sold here in Eagle Country.

However, he couldn't remember where to buy such cheap fried chicken now.

"Are you out of your mind?"

Buller was almost exasperated: "This is America, one of the most expensive regions in the world for consumption. How could you buy a whole fried chicken for one usd?"

Are you dreaming?

Here in Eagle Country, you can't even buy one piece of fried chicken for one usd, and you want to buy a whole fried chicken?

Looking at the less than fifty usd left in his pocket, Parker was almost in tears.

How long would that little money last the two of them? A bottle of cola here costs two usd; he couldn't even afford cola anymore.

"That strange white man, I don't care what you do, come find me to answer questions now."

Parker fell into despair, muttering to himself.

Now, let alone proselytizing, he would not hesitate to convert to Satan if it meant survival.

Answering questions could earn two thousand usd; this was no longer just extra income, but their hope for survival.

"I never thought we'd have a day where we could only survive by studying..." Buller's heart was filled with mixed emotions.

He had never imagined that he would one day be able to make a living through knowledge.

This was truly incredible.

And Parker's resentment grew deeper: "Damn it, if this continues, what's the point of democracy and freedom?"

He looked at the books in his hand; their content seemed increasingly thought-provoking.

I might as well go 'Communist'; what's the point of believing in freedom and democracy? Can it feed me?

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