Chapter 130 Master Mingyue's Assistance

"How dare you!"

Elder Qian and Zhang Zhengguo, who had been watching the scene from the side, shouted in unison.

Zhang Zhengguo took a sip of tea and exposed the act with a smile:

"Alright, Old Qian, stop acting. Why are you trying to scare the kid?"

"When Old Li from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs called earlier, his laughter never stopped."

"They replied to Switzerland: 'Our side is completely unaware of this, but we will do our best to assist in the search. However, given the complex security situation in Hong Kong, we suggest your side consider it from the perspective of gang vendettas.'"

"The United Front Work Department even went as far as creating a top-level classified file for Klaus."

Lin Xi breathed a sigh of relief and gave a cheeky grin.

This was called 'state-level favoritism.' They scolded you for being reckless, but their actions were honest in helping you clean up the mess.

"Let's talk business."

Elder Qian tapped the table, his expression turning serious,

"You've brought the man back."

"When exactly can that 'micron-level machine tool' be built?"

Lin Xi put away his playful grin, stood up straight, and his voice was powerful and resonant:

"Within two months!"

"Good!" Elder Qian slapped the table,

"If you need people, I'll give you people; if you need money, I'll give you money!"

"Two months from now, if you can truly produce a micron-level CNC machine tool..."

"There is a major national-level mission that I will entrust to you!"

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!" Lin Xi stood at attention and saluted.

[I bet this mission definitely has something to do with Vice President Qu!]

[It's obvious. Everyone, don't forget, September 1981...]

[Right, it must be that incident!]

...

Meanwhile, across the ocean.

Lighthouse Country, Langley, Intelligence Agency Headquarters.

In a top-secret conference room, the atmosphere was eerie.

At one end of the long table sat several Intelligence Agency high-ranking officials with solemn expressions.

At the other end sat an old Taoist wearing a green robe, with a white beard and hair, looking like a transcendent immortal.

This scene looked as if a character from 'Mr. Vampire' had suddenly wandered onto the set of 'Star Wars.'

"Master Mingyue,"

Deputy Director Smith of the Intelligence Agency looked serious as he pointed at the projection screen,

"Please analyze the credibility of this intelligence from a professional perspective."

On the screen was the top-secret report Natasha had sent back from Hong Kong.

Keywords: [Xiantian Yiqi], [south heaven gate project].

The old Taoist known as 'Master Mingyue' was currently panicking internally.

His real name was Wang Ergou, and he used to set up a stall in Chinatown for fortune-telling.

Relying on his decent appearance and a few lines like 'your forehead is dark' or 'a bloody disaster is imminent' to fool his fellow countrymen, he had earned the title of 'Divine Calculator.'

Who knew that a month ago, he would be suddenly 'invited' here by a group of men in black suits.

They told him that if he didn't cooperate with 'national security research,' they would send him to Guantanamo.

"Ahem..."

Wang Ergou feigned composure, stroked his beard, and his eyes flickered over the Chinese characters on the screen.

south heaven gate? Isn't that the Heavenly Court?

Xiantian Yiqi? Isn't that the stuff from practicing Qigong?

He swallowed hard and decided to use his lifelong bullshitting skills—

Anyway, bragging isn't a crime, and saving his life was more important!

"This... south heaven gate, in the Chinese Taoist system, is the gateway to the Heavenly Realm."

Wang Ergou squinted his eyes and began to make things up,

"Since it's the 'Heavenly Realm,' it must be in the sky."

"In the sky?"

Smith's eyes lit up. "You mean, space?"

"Yes, yes, yes, exactly space!"

Seeing that he had guessed right, Wang Ergou immediately followed the lead,

"According to the directions in the 'I Ching,' South corresponds to the Li Fire, which governs slaughter and war."

"The so-called 'south heaven gate project'..."

"It is likely a deployment in low Earth orbit..."

Wang Ergou racked his brains and remembered a sci-fi movie he saw last night,

"Uh... a space-based strike array!"

*Hiss—*

The sound of collective gasps filled the conference room.

"My God..."

"The logic holds up! It all makes sense now!"

"Their true ambition isn't on the Earth's surface at all!"

"I knew it!"

A technical analyst stood up excitedly,

"That 'Xiantian Yiqi' must be the codename for some kind of high-energy particle beam weapon!"

A perfect logical loop.

Scaring oneself is often the most effective way to die of fright.

Director Smith's face was as grim as water, his fingers tapping on the tabletop:

"Cunning Chinese."

"They deliberately show weakness in the industrial field, using backward machine tool technology to mislead us."

"In reality, they are quietly preparing a big move, trying to overtake us in the space sector!"

"Pass down the order!"

Smith stood up abruptly, his eyes reflecting a resolve awakened by the 'truth.'

"Suspend the harassment of 'Red Star' company's civilian products. Those fans and shavers are just tools for them to accumulate wealth; they aren't important!"

"Mobilize all our resources in the Far East. At all costs, dig out this 'south heaven gate project' for me!"

"Yes, sir!"

The agents responded in unison, their eyes burning with the flames of defending the free world.

In the corner, Wang Ergou wiped away a cold sweat and muttered to himself:

May the ancestors protect me, these foreigners are really easy to fool...

And far away in the Northwest Gobi Desert, Lin Xi sneezed and rubbed his nose.

He had no idea that a mythological term he had casually made up...

...was about to lead the world's largest Intelligence Agency down a path of no return.

...

Night, Aerospace City Canteen.

Under a few dim, large light bulbs, several varnished wooden tables were pushed together.

To welcome this 'foreign expert' who had crossed the ocean, Big Sister Liu had practically emptied her pantry.

On the bright red plastic tablecloth, there were piles of hearty dishes.

Klaus sat in the main seat, holding two somewhat slippery bamboo chopsticks, his expression looking like he was dismantling an unexploded bomb.

He looked at the 'strange fish' in front of him, drenched in bright red sauce with its tail curled high, and his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty.

In Switzerland, fish was usually cut into neat fillets or fried golden brown on both sides.

This presentation, with the head and tail intact as if it might jump up and bite someone the next second, was too wild for him.

"Eat! Comrade Klaus, don't be polite!"

Li Jianguo didn't care whether the old man understood or not.

He directly picked up the most tender piece of 'garlic-clove meat' from the fish's belly with his chopsticks and plopped it into Klaus's bowl.

"This is Yellow River carp; it has to be sweet and sour!"

Li Jianguo's loud voice made the light bulbs overhead shake,

"In our place, this is called 'Carp Jumping over the Dragon Gate.' It's auspicious!"

Little Liu, the translator, was frantically organizing his words on the side, trying to translate 'Jumping over the Dragon Gate' into German.

Lin Xi sat opposite, watching with a smile.

The comments in the livestream room had already gone crazy.

[Look at the old man's expression, it's like he's being asked to eat a biochemical weapon!]

[Hahaha, how can foreigners withstand the critical strike of the sweet and sour flavor!]

[High-end hunters often appear in the form of prey. President Lin is giving the foreigner a 'sugar-coated bullet'!]

[This isn't just a meal; this is United Front work on the tip of the tongue!]

Under everyone's expectant gazes, Klaus carefully picked up the fish meat and put it into his mouth.

*Crunch.*

The crispy outer skin burst between his teeth.

Immediately after, the rich sweet and sour sauce, mixed with the tender fish meat that melted in his mouth, exploded on his tongue.

There wasn't a hint of earthiness.

Only an unreasonable fragrance that rushed straight to the top of his head.

Klaus's originally tense facial muscles collapsed instantly.

That complex texture was just like the first time he saw Lin Xi's algorithm—

It made no sense, but it was so damn good!

"My God!"