Chapter 261 Everyone stood up, trembling with awe for Factory Director Li!

On the other side.

Ugly Country, New York.

The Representative of the Ugly Country, who had just experienced a so-called "victory" at the United Nations, was sitting in his residence—a luxury home.

Holding a glass of expensive red wine, he was preparing to celebrate his feat of turning the tide on the diplomatic stage today.

However.

When his gaze fell upon the giant LCD TV screen in front of him, his originally decent mood instantly felt as if he had been fed a fly.

On the TV, a live broadcast of the scene outside the The Black House was playing.

Countless citizens of the Ugly Country were holding signs, like a pack of angry baboons, frantically marching and protesting against The Government for deceiving them, and against The Government's shameless behavior of "clearly losing but claiming to have won."

Watching this scene.

The corner of the Representative of the Ugly Country's mouth began to twitch wildly.

The frequency was practically faster than his own heartbeat.

"Fuck!"

He couldn't help but curse, tugging violently at his tie, feeling a tightness in his chest.

"This bunch of swine raised on 'happy education'!"

"We clearly won, yet they're making it look like we lost!"

He was driven nearly insane by these citizens who, instead of helping, were frantically undermining him from behind.

He had exhausted his wits here, even resorting to hegemonic means, finally managing to pass the proposal and establish an advantage.

And yet these idiots had the nerve to insist he had lost?

Who the hell could he even argue with about this?

Just as he was fuming, wishing he could jump into the TV and give every one of those marchers a kick.

Bang!

The door to the room was pushed open.

His personal secretary, an elite woman who usually paid extreme attention to her appearance and etiquette, now had disheveled hair, and even her breathing was out of rhythm.

She looked as if she had just seen God, or perhaps Satan.

"Sir! This is bad! Something huge has happened!"

The secretary's voice trembled.

The Representative of the Ugly Country frowned and scolded her displeasedly, "What's the panic? Has the sky fallen? What could possibly be worse than those swine marching?"

"It's... it's the Eastern Country!"

The secretary swallowed hard and said with difficulty:

"The Eastern Country just released an official announcement!"

"They announced... that their Juntian Starlink has completed full deployment recently and has successfully entered operation!"

Hearing these words.

The Representative of the Ugly Country froze.

Juntian Starlink?

Deployment completed?

Entered operation?

He understood each of these phrases individually, but combined, they were like a thunderous curse striking directly at the crown of his head.

He was petrified on the spot.

At that moment, he felt his blood freeze and his mind go blank.

Crash!

The glass of red wine slipped from his stiff fingers.

It shattered into pieces on the floor.

The crimson liquid splashed everywhere, staining the expensive carpet like a shocking pool of blood.

But he didn't react at all.

He just stared blankly at the secretary, his lips trembling, unable to say a word for a long time.

...

Meanwhile.

In a villa.

Musk, known as the "Silicon Valley Iron Man," was lying comfortably on a sofa.

In his arms, he held a hot young model.

The passing of the proposal today meant that his previous forced orbit-lowering operations would become legalized, and his Starlink empire would completely monopolize that golden orbit.

This put him in a great mood, and he was preparing to have a deep exchange about the origins of life with the beauty in his arms.

However.

Right then.

The encrypted tablet on the coffee table suddenly vibrated.

Musk frowned and picked up the tablet with some impatience.

"What is it? Don't they know I'm busy right now?"

He casually clicked on the emergency report.

The next second.

The young model in his arms was shoved aside.

Musk sat bolt upright, staring fixedly at the screen, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.

On the real-time orbital monitoring map displayed on the screen.

The orbital plane that he had been determined to claim.

Now.

It was densely packed with countless new red signal points!

The sheer number and density of those red dots were enough to make one's scalp tingle.

At a rough glance, the number was several times more than his own satellites in orbit!

They were as if they had suddenly materialized from the void, instantly filling the entire orbit and surrounding his Starlink satellites.

"What the fuck?!"

Musk couldn't help but swear.

He was completely dumbfounded.

"What is this? Where did all these satellites come from?"

"Is it an alien invasion?"

Just as he was beyond shocked, his assistant rushed in, drenched in sweat, holding a freshly printed official statement from the Eastern Country.

"Boss! The Eastern Country... the Eastern Country announced that their Starlink is in operation!"

Hearing this.

Looking at the sky full of red dots on the screen.

A flash of insight struck Musk's mind.

He seemed to understand everything.

The mysterious signals that had suddenly appeared over Venezuela before...

The encryption methods that were even more advanced than his own technology...

So...

So the Eastern Country was already up there!

They had already occupied all the spots!

And he had actually been acting like a fool, cooperating with The Government on some "ownerless" proposal, helping them establish the legality of "first come, first served"?

Pfft!

Musk felt a tightness in his chest, nearly spitting out a mouthful of blood.

...

That night.

The entire upper echelon of the Ugly Country was thoroughly alarmed.

The Pentagon, the Intelligence Agency, the Space Agency... all the lights stayed on through the night.

Their relevant institutions, upon seeing the news, immediately mobilized all space detection means.

Sure enough.

Indeed.

They detected satellite signals that had never been labeled before.

This discovery left all the big shots speechless and even filled them with a deep sense of dread.

Immediately initiate the highest-level emergency investigation procedures!

Mobilize all intelligence resources!

At any cost!

They had to find out what was going on with those Juntian Starlink satellites that had suddenly appeared from the Eastern Country!

They couldn't fathom how this was done.

After all, how big of a deal is launching a satellite?

It requires massive launch vehicles and long launch windows!

The Eastern Country had no record of large-scale satellite launches recently!

How could they suddenly conjure up over ten thousand satellites overnight?

Did they possess spatial teleportation technology?

Or could they truly perform magic?

This unknown was more terrifying to them than the satellites themselves.

...

After several intelligence departments conducted sleepless analysis, tracking, and backtracking.

Vast amounts of data were gathered, and countless clues were linked.

Finally.

About twelve hours later.

All clues and all fingers pointed to an inconceivable source—

Eastern Country.

Baishui City.

An enterprise named "Li Family Toy Factory."

And that young man who had long been on their sanctions list—Li Jiajun.

When this investigation report was placed on the conference table of the top brass of the Ugly Country.

The entire meeting room was dead silent.

Everyone stared blankly at that name.

Li Family Toy Factory?

Him again?

After the top brass learned who the source was, the same thought occurred to all of them simultaneously:

'No way...'

'Is the Eastern Country this powerful now?'

'A toy factory can launch a complete star chain of satellites?'

This cognitive shock made them feel as if their worldview was collapsing.

Finally.

A white-haired official sitting at the head of the table, with trembling hands, took off his glasses and rubbed his brow.

He looked up at the head of the Investigation Bureau who had come to report, and asked the question that no one could figure out:

"That..."

"I want to know."

"Even if he built them."

"But."

"How on earth did he do it?"

The official pointed to the ceiling, his voice filled with incomprehensible confusion and shock:

"After all, that's so many star chain satellites!"

"They aren't Dandelions that scatter across the sky with a single puff, are they?"