12: testing each other

Time flew by, and two months passed in a blink.

On this day, He Ming awoke from his medicinal bath.

The moment his eyes opened, two cold flashes of lightning seemed to streak across the quiet room.

He slowly rose from the bathwater, and his bones emitted a continuous series of crisp crackling sounds, as if he had been reborn.

His skin was radiant, exuding a subtle glow.

His already well-proportioned physique became even more perfect, with muscle density far exceeding that of an ordinary person, containing unimaginable explosive power.

His five senses became sharper than ever; he turned to look at the green belt dozens of meters outside the window, where the patterns on the leaves were clearly discernible.

When he concentrated, the flow of time seemed to slow, and he could even distinguish the frequency with which cicadas spread their wings.

life index: 20000, achieved!

A sense of control, brought about by this transformation of life, spontaneously arose in his heart.

During this time, He Ming had considered directions for starting a business and had also posed questions to the notebook.

To steadily advance Blue Star's technological development, the first thing needed was rapid capital accumulation; only with sufficient cash flow could adequate preparations be made for scientific research.

Regarding this, He Ming chose to trust the market.

On Blue Star, the most profitable commodity he could currently access was undoubtedly water, with low costs and high profits.

If some other effects were added, such as refreshing the mind, clearing accumulated toxins from the body, and thus indirectly achieving the effect of prolonging life, and then the price was compressed to a range acceptable to everyone, he felt it would definitely sell well.

Because no one could resist the temptation of increased longevity.

"Even if the funding problem is solved, advancing technological development is still somewhat difficult."

He Ming propped his chin and pondered.

Although the notebook could directly provide answers, transforming those answers into reality still posed some difficulty.

Because with Blue Star's current level of scientific research, the knowledge He Ming presented was not much different from an undecipherable book.

This was like giving calculus problems to elementary school students; they simply couldn't understand it, and even if they were given the answers, it would be the same. Without comprehension, knowledge naturally couldn't be converted into technological achievements.

"So, one must eat one bite at a time."

"Let's solve the talent problem first."

He Ming brought over the notebook.

"Help me provide an S-class talent list for building a world top 500 pharmaceutical company from scratch in a short period."

"Prerequisite: strong abilities, talents that I can easily recruit in my current situation."

Countless words appeared... He Ming quickly grabbed paper and pen and rapidly transcribed the personnel list and information... After transcribing, He Ming looked at the list in his hand; the first person was marked as SS-class: Jiang Zhonghua.

He was about to make a call when the internet phone on his computer rang.

Caller ID: Bai Qianqian.

He Ming's heart rejoiced; it was truly a case of someone offering a pillow just as he was feeling sleepy.

"Forgive my intrusion."

Bai Qianqian's voice sounded even more respectful than before.

He Ming turned on the voice changer.

"What information does Bai Qianqian want to obtain this time?"

"Can you get the complete design parameters and architectural drawings for the latest generation neural processing chip, 'Nemesis,' from the American 'Titan Technology'?"

He Ming was silent for a moment.

He felt something was amiss.

Was a high-end chip, which American tech giant 'Titan Technology' spent hundreds of billions of dollars to research and develop, something that a CEO of a private enterprise like Bai Qianqian could get involved with?

Even if the information was obtained, would Bai Qianqian's company dare to use it?

"Please wait."

He Ming opened the notebook and quickly wrote.

"Is this intelligence for Bai Qianqian?"

The notebook quickly displayed text.

"No."

He Ming already had a guess in his mind: the Ghost connection must have been noticed by the higher-ups.

But he wasn't worried about whether he would be exposed.

His personal network had a firewall system that was absolutely impossible to breach with Blue Star's current technological level.

"Specifically, who is it?"

"Longguo Seventh Bureau, Modu Branch Head: Chen Tao."

After learning the answer, He Ming felt much more at ease.

"Please compile a complete set of design parameters and architectural drawings for the latest generation neural processing chip, 'Nemesis,' from American Titan Technology."

Text quickly appeared on the notebook.

Looking at the dense, complex design drawings that resembled a maze, He Ming fell silent... He couldn't transcribe something of this magnitude.

To convert the content from the notebook into computer data, a program with scanning functionality was needed.

And this would first require installing the Ghost firewall system on an absolutely secure terminal.

On the other end of the phone.

Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on Bai Qianqian's forehead.

Her office was currently filled with leaders and technicians from special departments.

As the only person who could connect with Ghost, Bai Qianqian felt immense pressure.

She truly hoped Ghost would refuse this transaction.

If Ghost successfully obtained the data, and once the matter was exposed, she believed she would definitely be pushed to the forefront to bear the brunt.

"Bai Qianqian, your appetite is a bit big..."

Hearing Ghost's reply, Bai Qianqian wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and gave two dry laughs.

"So, can you do this?"

"Yes, give me three months to prepare."

When Bai Qianqian heard this answer, her heart already sank halfway.

Chen Tao immediately stood up from the sofa, his gaze intense, staring fixedly at Bai Qianqian.

Feeling the scorching gazes in the office, Bai Qianqian clenched her fists, her voice trembling slightly.

"Okay, how much money do you need?"

This time, it was He Ming's turn to fall silent.

This clearly indicated that Longguo's special department wanted to formally contact him, and asking for too much would definitely not work.

If he wanted to start an enterprise, large capital flows would certainly not be hidden from the authorities.

Asking for too little would be worse than directly refusing this transaction.

After much thought, He Ming felt that five billion was just right.

Charging only five billion for information worth hundreds of billions of dollars was already considered Ghost's goodwill gesture towards the official sector.

At the same time, this amount of money was also sufficient for the initial operation of an enterprise.

The electronic synthesized voice sounded again.

"Twenty billion as a deposit, and the remaining thirty billion will be settled after the task is completed."

"Bai Qianqian, I will start working immediately after seeing the money."