Chapter 122 Deceiving the Beautiful Spy

Klaus raised his head and looked at Lin Xi; there was not a trace of arrogance left in his eyes.

"Mr. Lin... no, Mentor!"

Klaus's voice trembled as he clutched the napkin tightly, as if it were his only lifeline.

"I was wrong!"

"I was a foolish, blind man!"

"I beg you..."

"I beg you, let me meet Mr. Watermen!"

"Or, please finish writing the rest of the formulas!"

"As long as you are willing, I can exchange my factory, even my soul for it!"

[Newbie asks: Is this old man for real? It's just a few formulas, right? Why is he acting like he's meeting his own father?]

[Science student chimes in: To the person above, these aren't just formulas; this is a miracle! The parameters the Streamer just wrote directly solved the "thermal error compensation" problem that has plagued Western industry for a decade!]

[In layman's terms: It's like you're practicing swordplay in the newbie village, and suddenly a big shot throws a +12 reinforced Heaven Sword at you and wants to teach you the Nine Swords of Dugu. Wouldn't you kneel?]

[Got it! For a technology fanatic, this is like: 'Hearing the Tao in the morning, one can die content in the evening!']

[This is a dimensional reduction strike! Streamer: I haven't even used my full strength, why are you already kneeling?]

Lin Xi looked down at Klaus from his superior position.

The coffee bar was deathly silent.

In the distance, the blonde beauty set down her coffee cup, her blue eyes flashing as she locked her gaze onto Lin Xi.

Lin Xi ignored the gazes around him.

He slowly stood up, straightened his zhongshan suit, and made no move to help Klaus up.

In this era, if you want to earn the respect of these arrogant Westerners, politeness alone is useless.

You have to rub their faces in the dirt, and then offer them a piece of candy; only then will they worship you like a god.

"Get up, Klaus."

Lin Xi turned and walked away, tossing out a sentence without looking back.

"First, think about what bargaining chips you have to offer. We'll talk again tomorrow!"

...

The coffee bar seemed to have been pressed on pause.

Until a flash of scarlet cut into the scene.

Blonde hair, green eyes, big waves—a typical Western bombshell.

Every step she took played on men's hormones.

The blonde beauty blocked Lin Xi's path with a smile, her fingertips painted with scarlet nail polish.

"Hello, Mr. Lin. I am Natasha, a reporter for the Far East News Weekly."

She extended her hand, her voice seductive:

"I've long heard that the Mainland has produced a 'Qigong Master' who understands science."

"Might I have the honor of conducting an exclusive interview with you tonight?"

Lin Xi instinctively wanted to refuse.

However, in the void before his eyes, the bullet comments instantly exploded, scrolling so fast they became a blur.

[Holy crap! The Streamer's romantic luck has arrived! This woman is so good-looking!]

[Don't get all hot and bothered up there! Look closely at who this is! Natasha Romanoff!]

[Match confirmed! Ace of the Lighthouse Country Intelligence Agency! The 'Black Widow' from the 2021 declassified files!]

[That poisonous spider who specializes in subversion? Brothers, type 'Danger' on the screen!]

[In the 80s, she went on a rampage in Hong Kong; several patriotic businessmen have fallen into her hands!]

A cold glint flashed in Lin Xi's eyes.

So, it was this poisonous snake.

In the blink of an eye, a script where he could "sell someone out, and have them thank him while counting the money" took shape in his mind.

"An exclusive interview, huh..."

The rigor belonging to a scientist instantly collapsed from Lin Xi's face.

Replacing it was the look of a naive, lecherous "pig."

He took the opportunity to hold Natasha's hand, rubbing it quite dishonestly:

"There are too many eyes here... it's inconvenient."

He leaned in half a step, lowering his voice:

"Let's do it later. Come to my room; I also want to gain a deeper understanding of Western culture."

Little Mo, standing nearby, almost threw out his back upon hearing this.

Is this still the same Manager Lin?

He must have been possessed!

Natasha hadn't expected the target to be so "cooperative."

A trace of imperceptible contempt flashed in her eyes, but her face became even more charming:

"Then... I'll listen to Master Lin."

...

The Peninsula Hotel, Lin Xi's suite.

The lights were dim, and an ambiguous atmosphere flowed.

Natasha had changed into a silk camisole nightgown, swinging two red wine glasses in her hand, and pushed the door open.

She was confident that no man could escape the palm of her hand tonight.

However.

"Lin..."

She had just struck a seductive pose when her voice stalled.

There were no roses in the room, no candles, and certainly no impatient man.

There was only a huge mobile blackboard covered in formulas that looked like ghost talismans.

Lin Xi had buttoned his zhongshan suit all the way to the top, holding a pointer, tapping the blackboard with a "clack-clack" sound.

His face was filled with such upright righteousness that it seemed as if this were a school lecture hall, not a hotel suite.

"Miss Natasha, please sit."

"Since this is an exclusive interview, we must be rigorous."

"Today, let's have a good talk about Qigong and science."

"Huh?"

Natasha held the wine glass, completely bewildered.

This isn't how the script was written!

"You don't understand Qigong, that's normal."

Lin Xi didn't give her a chance to speak, taking the wine glass from her hand and casually placing it on the table, pointing at the blackboard:

"Look here, this is what I want to explain: the dialectical relationship between 'Primordial Qi' and fluid mechanics."

"This is the design concept for the latest 'Red Star · forest oxygen bar'."

"Look at the design of these fan blades; it appears to be aerodynamics."

"In reality, it is a variation of Zhuge Liang's Bagua formation, focusing on 'creating wind and water'..."

Lin Xi spouted off, lecturing from the I Ching to quantum mechanics, and then dragging it back to Laozi's furnace.

The logic was extremely self-consistent, while the content was extremely absurd.

Natasha's head was buzzing as she listened.

She was a top-tier agent who had undergone rigorous training, proficient in psychology, combat, interrogation, and had even minored in mechanical engineering.

But she had truly never been subjected to this kind of "mental pollution"!

If you say he's making no sense, it sounds plausible, and the logic even closes the loop.

If you say he is making sense, this is simply from a different dimension than the scientific system of the Lighthouse Country!

Is this guy a lunatic?

Natasha forced a smile while memorizing Lin Xi's gibberish.

At the same time, she desperately tried to get Lin Xi to drink.

Drink! Drink yourself to death!

Even if you're a lunatic, once you're drunk, you'll have to spill the truth!

...

Half an hour later.

Under Natasha's "thirst for knowledge" fueled drinking offensive, Lin Xi finally had glazed eyes and began to slur his words.

"Actually... *hiccup*... it's just that you foreigners aren't worthy of understanding."

"The end of science is metaphysics, understand?"

"Just like that Klaus..."

"That old man, stubborn as a donkey, at first he completely looked down on my Qigong."

Natasha perked up, her eyes instantly sharpening.

The main point had arrived!

She leaned in close, tracing circles on Lin Xi's chest with her finger, her voice as sweet as poison:

"Mr. Klaus is a top-tier expert; how did you... convince him?"

"Convince?"

Lin Xi scoffed, patting his chest with drunken, hazy eyes,

"I used 'Qi' to influence him!"

"Of course, perhaps there was also a little... technical exchange."

"That old man has already promised me that this week he will take that batch of the latest..."

"What do you call it, five-axis linkage machine tools..."

"And secretly smuggle them back to the Mainland via fishing boats!"

Natasha's pupils instantly shrank to the size of needle points.

Fishing boats?!

This matches up! They are going to smuggle embargoed goods!

She stared fixedly at Lin Xi's drunken face, a cold, triumphant smirk curling the corners of her mouth.

Very good, Master Lin.

Your "Qigong" still lost to my "honey trap"!