91: Daxia's return gift! My name is, Gold Medal Lecturer!

Chapter 91: Da Xia's Return Gift! My Name is Golden Lecturer! Time to Eat Again, Brothers!

At this moment.

Inside the top-secret external liaison room.

Staring at the very short email on the screen, both men were deep in thought, their faces grim.

What kind of gift was this 'Mysterious Organization' talking about?

And they even told them to be mentally prepared? How terrifying must this thing be to warrant a warning beforehand?

'Could it be that General Zheng was right?'

Zhang Yuli vaguely sensed something.

It was just that this conjecture was too outlandish, so outlandish that he wouldn't even believe it himself if he said it out loud.

The Mysterious Organization wouldn't really transport that kind of thing to Da Xia, would they? How could they do it?

However.

Before he could fully grasp the implications of all this.

"Old Zhang, the Mysterious Organization is sending a gift to our Da Xia... shouldn't we return the favor?"

Zheng Lixing said thoughtfully, "It's not good to just take things from others."

Although they didn't know what kind of gift it was, they still had to prepare their return gift in advance.

"Mm, we also need to be fully prepared," Zhang Yuli nodded in agreement.

If someone gives you a gift, you naturally have to give one back.

No matter how light or heavy the other person's gift is, you should at least give them a gift that expresses your 'sincerity'.

This is the principle of reciprocity that Da Xia has always advocated.

If this is true for personal interactions, how much more so when dealing with a Mysterious Organization? They needed to be extra careful.

"But... what 'gift' can we give them?" Zhang Yuli got a headache thinking about this.

The words 'return gift' were easy to say.

How to return the gift? What could they give the 'Mysterious Organization' to make them feel valued?

Should they just give money? Did they look like they were short on money?

Previously, the other party had repeatedly provided technology to Da Xia, always adhering to the principle of absolute mutual trust.

And Da Xia would never take the 'Mysterious Organization's' technology for free; both sides knew that taking without giving would only strain the relationship. Since there was an input, there must be an output, which is why they gave the so-called 'remuneration'.

In reality, not to mention anything else, just taking the C-5M technology in front of them, how many tens of billions of usd could not buy something like that? How many countries in the world would be willing to pay any price to obtain such technology?

If you used money as a 'return gift', wouldn't that be an insult to them?

Furthermore, an organization with such terrifying power in Eagleland, could they possibly be short on money?

But this gift had to be returned; whether the other party wanted it or not, Da Xia had to give it.

If this small matter caused a rift between the two sides, it would be a colossal disaster for all of Da Xia.

Neither of them was willing to take this risk, and Da Xia certainly could not accept such a thing.

Zheng Lixing naturally understood this logic, and he sighed faintly: "If money won't work, then material things are even less likely."

"It's really hard to give a return gift."

Both material resources and money were things the Mysterious Organization would not lack.

They could even get their hands on the F35-C prototype technology that hadn't even had its maiden flight yet, so what material things could not satisfy them?

So besides that, what else could Da Xia give the 'Mysterious Organization'? An empty promise and guarantee like a blank check?

"We must give a 'return gift' from another aspect." Zhang Yuli thought of something at this point: "Didn't that 'Mysterious Organization' repeatedly aid the Northwest Province?"

"I feel we should use that as our starting point."

"Now that you mention it, I remember." A hint of excitement appeared on Zheng Lixing's face: "They aided a thousand schools and provided food subsidies for millions of students."

Since the leader behind the 'Mysterious Organization' might have been from the Northwest Province, they might as well cater to his preferences and continue to provide aid to the Northwest Province in the name of 'charitable individuals'.

This might be more in line with the 'Mysterious Organization's' preference for a return gift.

However, upon hearing this.

Zhang Yuli shook his head: "No, this cannot be called a return gift, but rather something we ought to do."

"So this time, it's not just the Northwest Province, but the entire country that will receive aid measures."

Rather than calling it a return gift, Zhang Yuli mostly wanted to use this as an excuse to promote nationwide aid measures.

Students in the Northwest Province had food subsidies, but what about poor students in other places?

Were other impoverished areas not lacking? Did they not need aid?

Furthermore, Zhang Yuli also felt this was the best approach.

After all, while the Northwest Province was indeed the 'leader's' hometown, wasn't all of Da Xia also a hometown to the 'Mysterious Organization'? Would they be willing to see people in other parts of Da Xia suffer from hunger?

Perhaps this return gift would truly touch their hearts.

"Good, this is excellent!" Zheng Lixing slapped his thigh hard: "Old Zhang, I think this is the most appropriate return gift."

After all, whether it was the two of them or the 'Mysterious Organization', wasn't their common goal to make Da Xia better?

However, while the idea was good, there was a very realistic problem before them.

Zheng Lixing immediately asked: "Can we afford this money?"

If you want to provide nationwide aid subsidies, you at least need to have the money.

"Didn't we make a fortune in the financial market before?" Zhang Yuli glanced at him and said.

Previously, in the carbon fiber market, Da Xia's actual earnings were far more than the 10 billion usd profit.

It wasn't that they were hiding it from the Mysterious Organization; the main reason was that the fastest recoverable profit in the financial market was only the initial 10 billion usd, and a large portion of the rest was still in the market continuing to generate huge profits.

Additionally, there were market earnings from the carbon fiber factory, the rise in stock prices of Da Xia's carbon fiber chemical companies, and other factors; these figures were not included either.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to earn tens of billions of usd in profit within the next one or two years, and even exceeding a hundred billion usd was not a joke.

"However, if we put aid for schools and food subsidies together..." Zhang Yuli quickly calculated in his head: "Just to aid schools, even these tens of billions of usd aren't enough; we can't even recruit enough teachers."

The Northwest Province had a population of just over 20 million, but the entire Da Xia had a population of over a billion.

Not to mention a lack of money, even if there was enough money, the problem of teachers couldn't be solved in a short time.

So, that left another aid method: food subsidies.

"Subsidizing one lunch for poor students nationwide is the most suitable method."

Zhang Yuli's gaze was profound as he stroked his beard: "Our tens of billions of usd in funds are enough to subsidize for ten years."

He had received a report earlier.

It stated how much a nutritious lunch could help students, and how important it was for growing children.

Indeed, what the report said was entirely correct.

However, students in impoverished areas of Da Xia, and even in ordinary urban-rural fringe areas, simply couldn't afford these foods.

Eating meat, eggs, and milk every day for lunch? In many mountainous areas now, the main food is still simple fare.

A nutritious lunch might cost less than two or three yuan, but for these impoverished students, it was almost out of reach.

But if Da Xia centrally procured and produced it, the cost would be much lower.

"For the name, I think we can continue to use 'Warm-hearted Philanthropic Lunch'," Zheng Lixing suggested.

"Then it's settled."

Zhang Yuli nodded.

Although this gift was not for the Mysterious Organization, he believed they would like it nonetheless.

A dark and windy night.

Inside Lu Ze's LLNL employee dormitory, he glanced at the time on his watch; it was already close to midnight.

He ignored the email that Da Xia had sent back and directly closed the email light screen in his vision.

"Let's go see what ingredients there are first."

He walked straight to the miniature refrigerator in the kitchen and opened it to check the contents.

Although his dormitory was smaller than Lucy's living room, it was fully equipped; it had everything it needed.

He took out a few eggs and tomatoes, as well as some greens and meat.

"Tomorrow morning, I'll make tomato and egg noodles."

"Braised beef tongue? That takes too much time. I'll make spicy beef tongue instead."

With that, Lu Ze began some preparatory work.

It wasn't that he wanted a late-night snack, but rather he planned to prepare these dishes in advance.

After all, he and Lucy had to go to downtown San Francisco in the Bay Area first thing tomorrow morning, because Lucy needed to get a tourist visa to return to Da Xia with him for the summer vacation.

The small town of Livermore didn't have any visa processing offices; only San Francisco could handle visas.

Because they were in a hurry, he had to prepare breakfast in advance tonight, eat it first thing tomorrow morning, and then drive over to San Francisco.

The next day.

In the morning, while Lu Ze was still asleep.

In the small town of Livermore, still in front of that Italian pizza shop.

The black and white demons looked at the man with the strange makeup in front of them, their faces filled with confusion and shock.

This man, clearly of East Asian features, spoke a 'strange' English that was barely understandable.

He wore a padded jacket on his upper body, but surprisingly, no undershirt underneath.

His pants and legs were covered in a thick layer of mud and dust, and his hair was like a messy bird's nest; it was obvious at a glance that this person hadn't showered in at least a month, and the sour smell on him was strong enough to sting their eyes.

He looked as if he was encased in a dirty armor, making it impossible for anyone to approach!

"Why are you wearing a jacket? Aren't you hot?" Parker, being a fat man, really couldn't understand this behavior.

This was California, and it was June. Weren't you hot?

"And brother, why are you called 'Zombie'?" Buller mumbled the strange 'name!'

Zombie?

What kind of strange pronunciation was that? Was that really a person's name?

"No, my name is Lecturer; you can call me Golden Lecturer!"

The man, who looked to be in his early twenties, laughed heartily, then continued: "Doesn't this pizza shop provide some relief food? I'm here to pick it up."

Afterward.

When the shop owner handed him the relief food, which was two days from expiring, under the very strange gazes of Buller and Parker.

He ignored them and shouted a Chinese phrase that no one on the street understood: "Time to eat again, brothers!"

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