88: Join the organization! The real gods have contacted,

Chapter 88: Join the Organization! The True Immortal Made Contact, Mysterious Organization Sent an Email!

Looking at the pair of black and white demons before them, they appeared somewhat 'travel-stained' from head to toe.

Their clothes weren't too dirty; after all, they still had to deliver food, so the pizza shop owner made them wash up in the restroom every day. However, their spirits were extremely low at the moment.

It seems these past few days haven't been easy for these two probationary members of his.

The group arrived in a secluded alley, hidden from all surveillance and sight.

A flash of white teeth appeared through 'Lu Ze's' stubble: "You've all finished reading the books I gave you, I presume?"

"Yes, sir," Parker answered first. "I've memorized all the content inside. You can ask me anything."

For those precious two thousand usd, he had spent every moment of boredom over the past few days reading those books, imprinting every word into his mind.

With those two thousand usd, their lives would be much more comfortable, and they could even afford to rent a small room for three or four hundred usd.

Buller's dark face was full of earnestness: "Sir, you can ask us questions anytime to test us."

It wasn't just the content of these few books; he had also browsed other types of books and could answer roughly seventy to eighty percent of their content.

"I don't think that's necessary." The white-haired uncle version of 'Lu Ze' smiled and shook his head.

"No, you're not planning to give us the bonus this time?"

Parker immediately became anxious: "No way, you have to ask even if you don't want to!"

He had prepared for over a week. What did he mean by telling him he didn't need to answer questions now? Didn't that mean he had memorized all those books for nothing?

"No, what I mean is—" Lu Ze pulled out twenty hundred-dollar usd from his pocket, handed them over without counting, and said, "I believe you can answer these questions, so I'm giving you the reward directly."

These two 'Texas tough guys' weren't chosen at random by him.

It was only after a long period of observation that he discovered both of them possessed excellent learning and comprehension abilities, especially in memory. Otherwise, who could memorize books totaling over a million words in just a week?

Even when doing delivery work, they would first record all locations in the entire city in their minds to allocate the best routes and find the fastest shortcuts.

Unfortunately, these talents had been wasted by the two of them before and had never been put to much use.

It wasn't until they met Lu Ze that they truly earned their first pot of gold through 'knowledge.'

The chubby Parker looked at the handed-over money with some surprise: "You're just giving us the money so easily? This is two thousand usd..."

What was this 'strange uncle' up to?

Could he be interested in him? It was said that gay men particularly liked men who were slightly overweight, had square faces, full beards, and wore glasses, like him.

"No, no, no, I absolutely refuse. Give up," Parker shook his head like a rattle drum.

He would rather starve to death, jump off the rooftop, than be gay, and certainly not be a bottom for love!

At least two thousand usd was far from enough.

Lu Ze ignored Parker's mumbling and looked at Buller, whose gaze was incredibly firm: "You said you've 'understood'? What have you understood?"

"The Capitalist class is the source of all exploitation," Buller said solemnly. "What keeps us locked in the lower strata and blocks our upward mobility are also the higher-level Capitalists."

This is also why Eagle-land people love to 'gamble,' because it's the only way they can turn their lives around.

Don't look at Da Xia's per capita lottery players, whose lottery sales might seem high; in reality, compared to Eagle-land, it's a drop in the bucket.

In 2008 alone, nearly 60 billion usd in lottery tickets were sold, while Da Xia's sales were less than 100 billion RMB. On average, each person in Eagle-land spent more than thirty times what a Da Xia person spent on lotteries, and Eagle-land also has numerous other gambling industries.

Listening to Buller's domineering words, Lu Ze, disguised as a middle-aged white man, showed no significant change in expression.

"You are still far from understanding. You've only grasped the superficial meaning of the books; that's far from true comprehension."

"Who are the main enemies of Eagle-land's lower classes? Who are you uniting with? How should you confront these enemies?"

"Besides Eagle-land, what other places in the world are facing what kind of difficulties?"

"Are you sure you've truly understood?" Lu Ze's tone seemed to carry a hint of disappointment.

This pair of 'Texas tough guys' would never truly grasp things just by reading books.

There are countless people in this world who understand Marx-Leninism, and even within Eagle-land, there are countless scholars who see through 'Das Kapital.' But how many of them can truly act, truly sound the clarion call for revolution?

Buller stood frozen for a long time, these words seemingly echoing in his mind.

Yes, he had only understood the book, not truly comprehended anything through personal experience.

He looked deeply at Lu Ze: "Sir, what should I do... or rather, what do you want us two to do?"

"The opportunity to join our organization," Lu Ze chuckled softly.

"What do we need to do?" Buller frowned, several questions spilling out: "Were all those books you made us read before just a series of tests?"

"Is this like the 'behind-the-scenes organization' in superhero movies?" Parker leaned forward, asking with curiosity.

His mind conjured images from the movies he had watched: 'Men in Black,' 'Iron Man,' 'The Matrix,' and so on.

Could there be a vast, unknown conspiracy hidden in this world? Have aliens invaded Earth?

At once, two puzzled gazes fell upon Lu Ze.

He didn't answer their questions but stated directly: "Are these important?"

"Not important?"

Lu Ze said seriously: "Not important. What's important is that if you want to join the organization, then prove yourselves."

"Prove ourselves?" The black and white demons looked puzzled.

"Since you want to change this world, then start with this town. Let me see what you will do."

Lu Ze didn't even give this pair of 'Sleeping Dragons and Phoenix Chicks' a chance to object, but immediately announced: "Then the next reward will be five thousand usd, which can serve as angel funding from the organization to you."

"If there's a need, I will come to find you proactively."

With that.

Ignoring the two who were deep in thought, Lu Ze turned and left directly, disappearing from under their noses in the blink of an eye.

For now, the two could only be considered to have temporarily passed his screening, qualifying as the outermost members of the organization. Any future members recruited by the organization would also follow this path.

As for the organization's true core members, there was only one.

That is, 'Lu Ze' in hundreds and thousands of different versions!

Walking back to the LLNL Laboratory.

'It's about time to send the C-5 transport aircraft technology to Da Xia.'

'I remember the progress of the 072 Project seems to have reached a very critical point,' Lu Ze muttered. After several transformations to ensure final safety, he finally canceled his disguise.

This time, he didn't intend to delay for a few more days before providing technology to Da Xia, simply because the 'Sleeping Dragons and Phoenix Chicks' were rather urgent.

Coincidentally, Lu Ze remembered that 2009 was a critical moment for the 072 (Y-20) Project, requiring breakthroughs in several major technical difficulties. Sending the strategic transport aircraft technology he had on hand earlier would allow the Y-20's development to succeed sooner.

After all, the time for Da Xia to quietly lie low and develop was becoming increasingly scarce. While Eagle-land's attention wasn't fully focused on the Asia-Pacific, it was crucial to seize the opportunity to overcome these technical challenges.

Don't even mention waiting ten years; even five years later, Da Xia's situation would likely face numerous challenges, just like in his previous life.

At this moment.

When night fell deeply over Livermore, it was just past eight in the morning in Da Xia.

Inside the Xia Academy of Sciences, in the dean's office, sat two elderly men, generally in their sixties.

They played chess and drank tea while chatting animatedly.

A game of chess ended.

Zheng Lixing sat with his legs crossed, then asked with a puzzled expression: "I say, Old Zhao, why are you so coincidentally here at our Xia Academy of Sciences?"

"Can't I come to the Xia Academy of Sciences? Do you have a problem with our Academy of Engineering?" Zhao Qing glanced at him.

Just then.

"Old Zhao is here? This is rare, has the sun risen from the west?" Zhang Yuli's voice, full of surprise, came from the office entrance as he teased, "Why aren't you at West Flight developing transport aircraft? What are you doing in our Yan Jing?"

Hearing this, Zhao Qing seemed to ignite like a powder keg, immediately putting down his chess piece:

"I should be asking you! Duan Fei's Stealth Strategic Bomber project has been approved, and the fifth-generation carrier-based aircraft is also under development."

"How come our Y-20 Strategic Transport Aircraft isn't important? Why haven't I seen the Xia Academy of Sciences offer any help?"

Zhao Qing, the chief project engineer for the 072 Project.

He and Duan Fei both worked at the West Flight 603 Research Institute, and his rank was even higher. How could he not know what was going on?

After Duan Fei returned from the Yan Jing Xia Academy of Sciences, he immediately initiated the Stealth Strategic Bomber project. It was clear where the key technology came from, wasn't it?

"Everything has to have a sequence, right? In terms of importance, our Strategic Transport Aircraft should at least be ranked before the fifth-generation carrier-based aircraft and the Stealth Strategic Bomber!"

Duan Fei said righteously.

He didn't care which research institute under the Xia Academy of Sciences achieved this technological breakthrough, nor how these technologies were developed.

These matters were not for a project chief engineer like him to worry about. Zhao Qing only cared when the new Strategic Transport Aircraft would be developed.

Now, everyone else's progress was faster than the last, but the development speed of the Y-20 was stuck at a critical technical point. How could this not make him anxious?

If he hadn't been truly out of options, Zhao Qing wouldn't have come to the Xia Academy of Sciences to seek an explanation.

Listening to this, Zhang Yuli and Zheng Lixing exchanged glances, unable to help but smile wryly.

Did this guy think the Xia Academy of Sciences was a divine being? Where would they get key technology for the 072 Project?

"Old Zhao," Zheng Lixing placated, "how can we simply choose which technology to break through? Let's drink some of Old Zhang's premium Pu-erh tea later to help you cool down."

"Hey, Old Zheng, that's a good idea you've got there. I think you're the one who wants to drink it, aren't you?" Zhang Yuli laughed and scolded good-naturedly, "Only one liang at most!"

Hearing this.

Zhao Qing's expression immediately softened considerably: "Let's drink the Maotai I brought first. This twenty-year aged vintage is hard to find."

"As for your one liang of premium Pu-erh, I'll just take it with me."

He wasn't truly there to demand an explanation this time, but rather to catch up and drink tea with his two old friends during a break from submitting documents in the capital.

Of course, if there truly was some key technology, that would be even better.

The group sat down, drinking the warm wine steeped in boiling water, and chatted for about ten minutes.

Just then.

Suddenly, a 'beep, beep, beep' notification sound came.

Although the sound was unusually piercing, it sounded more like the noise of an alarm clock going off.

Just as Zhao Qing thought it was someone's phone alarm, the two people next to him immediately stood up, their expressions becoming hurried.

Instantly.

Zheng Lixing coaxed and tricked Zhao Qing out of the meeting room and directly escorted him out of the Xia Academy of Sciences.

"Old Zhao, you go back and wait for news. I believe the technical difficulties of the Y-20 will be overcome very soon."

"Didn't you just say you'd treat me to premium Pu-erh? What happened?" Zhao Qing, standing at the main gate, was utterly bewildered, only just realizing what had transpired.

He had been tricked! No wine, no tea leaves, just an empty promise.

Then he slapped his thigh hard: "Damn it, give me back my twenty-year aged Maotai!"

At this moment.

After Zhang Yuli and Zheng Lixing met up, they were quickly heading in the same direction, walking anxiously.

How could they not know what that 'beep' sound signified?

It finally arrived!

Although they were not immortals, now the true immortal had contacted their Da Xia.

(First update, second update will be a bit later.)

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