137: Chapter 137 Understanding the Essence of "Operation Red Coast," Still the KGB

"Yes, Director. I will contact the relevant person in charge from China immediately."

The young officer replied.

"Controllable Nuclear Fusion, aerospace carrier, Mecha Warrior, Interstellar Fleet—what we already know, or rather, what China has let us know, is already shocking enough. Everyone, think about what they haven't announced? Top secret! You must know that they are just like us; they won't easily let outsiders know about the planning of some key projects."

Zhukovsky said after looking around the room. The heads of the intelligence system present were all frowning; they all knew the seriousness behind this matter.

"Let's take the first one: Controllable Nuclear Fusion technology. China once promised internationally to share this technology. Turgenev, you are specifically responsible for the initial docking in this area. Please introduce the specific situation to everyone."

"Yes, Director. First, I want to clarify to everyone that this agreement is better described as sharing technological achievements rather than sharing the technology itself. Because China only provides the finished components, which is the fusion reactor, and the contract clearly stipulates that this reactor is only allowed to be used for civilian purposes, which means nuclear power plants."

Turgenev took out a document, stood up, and pointed to it while speaking to his colleagues present.

"There is another very important prerequisite for signing this memorandum of cooperation: the daily maintenance and security team of the fusion reactor must be dispatched by China, and the expenses are to be borne by the signatory country, in accordance with the highest standards of international practice. Otherwise, forget it!"

"Oh, right, there is also a package of support plans for countries unable to afford the huge costs of the fusion reactor. One of the items includes that after the nuclear power plant is built, the signatory country can repay the construction costs through a profit-sharing model."

"Can you guess what the result of this series of measures will be?"

Turgenev put down the document in his hand and shrugged at everyone, a bit comically.

"The United States and the traditional Western powers were directly excluded from the cooperation system. And it wasn't that China actively excluded them. First, they can only provide the fusion reactor. Second, the core system being handled by designated personnel from the manufacturing country is also something the Western countries cooked up themselves; you can't really find fault with it."

"The security and garrison clause, in particular, discouraged many traditional powers. No one wants armed personnel from other countries on their own soil."

The young officer's mind turned, and he answered directly.

"Exactly. It's not just them; we are still evaluating it to this day. In short, it's very uncomfortable—accepting it is difficult, and not accepting it is also difficult."

"Because you cannot deny the huge returns that this fusion nuclear power plant can bring in the foreseeable future. Its cost-benefit ratio is truly a bit shocking, compared to our current nuclear power plants."

"What's even more terrifying isn't just this; there's also the follow-up support plan. Setting aside countries capable of building nuclear power plants, if other countries want this fusion power plant technology, they have to hand everything over to the Chinese government. This is a project that easily costs tens of billions."

"OK, with China's infrastructure capabilities, the nuclear power plants will soon be put into operation. They will start selling electricity according to the contract, and then what?"

"They basically control the power supply of that country, and in disguise, they also have a certain say in that country!"

The young officer blurted out, and Turgenev cast an approving look at him.

"Also, who knows how many people are in their garrison team? It's possible they could set up a base for you. Think about how much they gain from this invisibly? To be honest, this is truly a brilliant move."

"And according to our secret investigation, there are many countries preparing to sign this memorandum—more than you can imagine! This affects the whole situation with one move; the future international landscape might change."

Turgenev finally stopped showing off his intelligence and blurted it all out.

"This..."

The big shots in the office exploded again after listening, and the whispering soon turned into a market-like concerto.

"Alright, quiet."

Zhukovsky shouted loudly. The office instantly quieted down. Everyone calmed themselves, and then looked at the Director with complicated expressions.

"Turgenev, continue!"

"Yes, Director. Now, the wealthy countries pay directly, tens of billions at a time. Countries without money use the support plans provided by China or other resources to exchange. Through this series of operations, China will surely become even more prosperous and powerful in the near future, coupled with their rapidly developing military technology. I think, in just a few years, they might dominate the world."

Turgenev enunciated the last few words heavily. After finishing, he looked at the Director, and after receiving permission, he sat down heavily.

"Everyone, our neighborly brother is about to grow into a giant. Whether to embrace them or keep our distance is a question that we, Russia, need to carefully consider next."

"I will submit the relevant intelligence to the President today, and the analysis of the pros and cons will also be presented. This strategy, which concerns the foundation of the country, may require a higher-level meeting to determine."

"Your task now is to pay attention to intelligence on all aspects of China. We need to plan ahead so that we won't be in a panic when the time comes. But don't be too obvious, because I personally feel that the possibility of us embracing them is greater."

"In this way, our posture naturally needs to be lowered. These are things for later. In the near future, the current situation should be maintained, because we also need to observe the reactions of the United States and Europe."

"Alright, that's it for today."

After Zhukovsky made the final summary, he announced the end of the meeting. He was the first to get up and leave, leaving behind his subordinates who were still discussing in place, and hurried towards the Presidential Palace.

Chu Ge was lying on the small bed in the dormitory of the experimental base, feeling a bit bored. In the afternoon, he and Wang Yiyang had spent the afternoon doing "nanny" work for the [Soul Blade], and then reached a conclusion.

Ten of these big Mecha Warriors were enough. Any more, not to mention the excessive financial expenditure, the subsequent maintenance work would also be an astonishing investment, with significant input of manpower and material resources.

Just as he didn't know what to do, a phone call came in. Chu Ge picked up his phone and saw it was his Dilireba Nazha.

"Academician Chu, have you disappeared again?"

"What do you mean disappeared? Didn't I tell you the day before yesterday that I was going to the base?"

"Uh, is that so? Alright, maybe I forgot."

"It's normal for memory to get bad when you get older."

"Only you have a good memory. Since your memory is so good, do you remember what day it is today?"

Chu Ge thought for a long time, then checked the calendar, but there was nothing special.

"Is it not your birthday today?"

Helpless, he began to try a roundabout approach.

"Of course not. Today is our one-year anniversary of knowing each other. I knew you had forgotten long ago. Men are all big jerks; this saying is indeed true."

"What is all this? Is that how 'big jerk' is explained?"

Chu Ge started to protest. He dared not accept this high hat. Working early and late every day, even if he had the lecherous heart, he didn't have the time. However, thinking that Dilireba Nazha actually still remembered the day they met, that actually made him quite happy.

The two chatted for a long time before reluctantly hanging up the phone. Chu Ge felt that after finishing the aerospace carrier project, it was time to take a vacation for himself. He had to find some time to accompany his family and his lover; otherwise, he would really turn into a machine.

And a low-level machine at that, while [Soul Blade] was clearly the high-level kind. This father was doing worse than his son.