809: Chapter 84 Waiting for You at Home

When your achievements surpass common understanding, past doubts transform into the most subservient flattery.

Shen Yan glanced at Professor Liang.

"That's your business. I only care about the results."

Having said that, he turned and walked toward the exit.

His phone vibrated once.

It was a WeChat message from Liu Hui.

["Husband, are you coming home for dinner today? Anan learned to recite ancient poems."]

The sharp aura that enveloped Shen Yan vanished the moment he saw the message.

He stood at the elevator entrance and replied with two words.

"Be right there."

The elevator doors closed, sealing off the laboratory capable of overturning the world behind him.

In the deep underground, blue light continued to flow through the conduits,

Like the blood vessels of a giant dragon awakening.

At this time, Jinghai was just beginning to light up for the evening.

On the bustling streets, no one knew what kind of monster had been born beneath this Jinghai.

Nor did anyone know that the man once trampled under everyone's feet now held the pulse of the entire world in his hands.

Shen Yan walked out of the building; the rain had stopped.

The air felt exceptionally clean after being washed.

"Home."

Shen Yan settled into the back seat of the black rolls-royce.

The car slowly merged into the night, dissolving into the brilliant sea of lights.

The rolls-royce's starlight headliner emitted a soft glow, isolating the rainy curtain of Jinghai's night outside.

Shen Yan leaned back against the leather seat, but unlike usual, he didn't close his eyes to rest.

His phone screen was lit, displaying a photo sent by Liu Hui.

In the picture, his son Anan was sprawled on the carpet, clutching a building block, fast asleep, while his daughter Youyou was beside him, covering him with a small blanket.

This ordinary warmth was Shen Yan's only aspirin amidst the slaughter of the business world.

"Boss, are we going back to the villa or heading to the company?"

The driver's voice was very light, afraid of disturbing the person in the back seat.

Just as Shen Yan was about to say home, the roulette wheel that had been dormant all day suddenly began to spin in his mind.

It was an extremely familiar sensation of dizziness, as if his soul had been momentarily ripped away.

A golden screen instantly unfolded before his retinas.

["Daily Intelligence Refresh."]

["Level: Advanced (Red Crisis)."]

["Coordinates: Country A, Walden Jinghai, 12 Degrees North Latitude, 34 Degrees West Longitude."]

["Intelligence Content: Within the ruins of the super-computing center originally named 'Odyssey,' three underground levels hide thirty thousand unopened H10 top-spec computing cards, and one quantum key distribution machine in a dormant state."]

["Current Holder: The largest local warlord militia, 'Black Shark,' led by Basong, who does not recognize their value and is preparing to dismantle them to extract precious metals as electronic scrap."]

["Estimated Profit: Possessing this batch of hardware would allow Rock Technology's 'Tianshu' to possess global top-three physical computing power support, bypassing the hardware deployment cycle entirely."]

["Time Remaining: 12 Hours."]

Shen Yan's pupils contracted slightly.

Thirty thousand H10s.

In an era where chips were heavily blockaded by the West, this batch was the diamond atop the crown of industry.

If that idiot named Basong dismantled them for alchemy, it would be an unforgivable waste.

"Tianshu" had just been born, like a master possessing peerless internal energy but lacking a suitable weapon.

This batch of hardware was that weapon.

Shen Yan turned off his phone screen, and the warm photo disappeared into the darkness.

He had to go.

An opportunity of this magnitude, if missed, might take several years to compensate for.

"To the airport."

Shen Yan's voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable decisiveness.

The driver was momentarily stunned. He glanced at his boss through the rearview mirror, dared not ask further, turned the steering wheel, and the car headed toward Jinghai International Airport.

Shen Yan dialed Liu Hui's number.

The call connected quickly, and Liu Hui's gentle voice came through.

"Husband, the food is going to get cold. How much longer will you be?"

Shen Yan was silent for two seconds, his fingers gently stroking the buttons on his cuff.

"Huihui, there's an urgent temporary project at the company. I have to go abroad immediately."

There was a pause on the other end, followed by the sound of fabric rustling, as if Liu Hui had stood up from the sofa.

She didn't ask why, nor did she complain.

"Where are you going? Is it dangerous?"

Only those two questions.

Shen Yan's heart felt as if it were squeezed by a gentle hand.

"I'm going to discuss a deal. I'll be back soon. Guang Ke will take care of everything; don't worry."

"Okay, should I pack a few clothes for you and send them to the airport?"

"No need. They have everything there."

"Then... be safe. Your children and I will wait for you at home."

After hanging up, Shen Yan let out a long breath.

This was Liu Hui.

She always knew when to give a man space and when to silently light a lamp behind him.

Compared to his Ex-wife, who only knew how to demand and scheme, Liu Hui was so good it made one's heart ache.

Shen Yan then dialed Chen Guangke's number.

"Guang Ke, stop sleeping."

"Deploy the cleanest and most capable security team you have. Meet at the airport in half an hour."

"Request an air route. Destination: Walden Jinghai, Country A."

Chen Guangke on the other end had clearly been dragged out of bed; his voice was still groggy.

"Walden? Isn't that that wretched place known as the 'Jinghai of Sin'? Why are you going there, Brother Yan?"

"To pick up trash."

Shen Yan looked at the fleeting street view outside the window, his tone calm.

"A pile of golden trash that can send Rock Technology straight to the altar."

Ten hours later.

Walden Jinghai, Country A.

There was no law here, or rather, the law here was AK47s and US dollars.

The air was filled with the smell of rotting fruit, cheap diesel, and a faint hint of gunpowder.

An unmarked gulfstream g650 landed on the pitted runway.

The cabin door opened, and a wave of heat mixed with dust rushed in.

Shen Yan, wearing a simple black assault jacket and sunglasses, stepped down the boarding stairs in tactical boots.

Behind him were eight fully armed security personnel, each with grim expressions.

Chen Guangke followed beside Shen Yan, carrying a silver briefcase, cautiously scanning their surroundings.

"Brother Yan, this place is truly damn cursed."

"As soon as we landed, I saw a body hanging on the barbed wire over there."

Chen Guangke spat, feeling like his throat was full of sand.

In the distance, several pickup trucks, modified to look like steel monsters, roared toward them.

In the truck beds stood locals bare-chested, holding machine guns, chewing on some kind of exciting plant leaves.

A burly man with a brutish face jumped out of the lead vehicle.

This was the local guide Shen Yan had contacted in advance through Ning Ke's network, nicknamed 'Old Ghost.'

"Mr. Shen?"

Old Ghost spoke broken Chinese, his teeth stained yellow.

He greedily sized up the aircraft behind Shen Yan and the gear held by the bodyguards.

Here, these were all signs of a fat target.

"Lead the way."