Meng Hao estimated the time.
His arrival at the Great Xia Magic Capital Airport tomorrow would be around two in the afternoon.
The lithography machine being loaded onto the ship would not reach the Magic Capital port until at least three days later, and then it would be transported to Shilin by land.
Therefore, he needed to find a hotel in the Magic Capital to stay for a few days.
The next broadcast time would likely be around four in the afternoon, Great Xia national standard time.
That was about 24 hours from now.
"Mmm."
"Tomorrow at four in the afternoon."
"I will announce the results... everyone can actively participate in the guessing game!"
"Mecha Ji, please put the guessing options in the comment section below the live stream."
There were four options.
a. Acquired a complete lithography machine.
b. Did not acquire a lithography machine.
c. Pre-ordered a lithography machine.
d. Purchased a damaged lithography machine and prepared to repair it.
Mmm.
Four options?
The viewers who were previously shouting that they must choose 'a' began to hesitate.
If there were only two options, they would definitely have chosen 'a'.
However, with the addition of options 'c' and 'd', it significantly increased the difficulty of the guessing game.
Judging from Meng Hao's expression,
If the third or fourth options were achieved, he would indeed be all smiles.
Meng Hao watched with a smile as the number of participants quickly exceeded one hundred thousand.
He wickedly thought to himself—
Probably, many anti-fans and internet trolls were also participating in the guessing game.
After all, slandering Meng Hao was for money; but participating in the guessing game and winning, that was a potential income of fifty thousand.
Mmm.
Hypocrites.
That's what they were.
...
At this moment.
In Zhang Weimin's office.
This Major General, after understanding the processes related to live streaming and the internet, no longer needed his daughter's help for every broadcast.
On the computer screen in front of him, the scene of Meng Hao launching the prize guessing game was playing.
"This Meng Hao."
"He really knows how to play."
"Let alone the viewers in the live stream, even I am hooked."
Zhang Weimin had no doubt about Meng Hao's capabilities.
Since he said he could handle the research and manufacturing of lithography machines, it was a sure thing.
But.
The problem was.
With the addition of the third and fourth options, he was also somewhat perplexed.
"Come on, everyone, come and take a look."
"This young fellow Meng Hao has started a prize guessing game."
"You all guess too, and if you happen to guess correctly and are chosen, there's fifty thousand yuan in cash!"
Zhang Weimin smiled and waved to the several assistant officers in the office.
Oh?
An unexpected bonus, and fifty thousand yuan?
Several curious officers, putting aside their work for the moment, leaned in to look.
"Directly purchased a lithography machine?"
"That's unlikely!"
"The United States is suppressing us in the field of lithography machines."
This statement was agreed upon by everyone. Option 'a' was certainly ruled out first.
What about option 'c'?
Pre-ordering a lithography machine?
This seemed quite plausible.
Perhaps Meng Hao had reached an agreement with the other party through some means.
Within the next year or several years, they would provide special lithography machines for Great Xia.
After all.
A few days ago.
Meng Hao's shouts online about becoming sworn brothers with the US President, being friends with a five-star general, and being sought as a son-in-law by the former President Trump were circulating widely.
Even though most sensible people considered this absolute nonsense, impossible.
But.
What if?
As for option 'd'?
This was too outrageous.
If a damaged lithography machine could be repaired, what was the difference between that and researching and manufacturing a new model of lithography machine?
"I feel option 'c' is more plausible!"
"I think so too!"
"However, to achieve option 'c', Meng Hao must have spent quite a lot of money!"
"The total capital of Hua Rong Technology is only about 1 billion yuan. What if it's all spent... as long as Meng Hao can truly bring back the lithography machine, the country will reimburse him... as a reward, it's not impossible to add another zero after 1 billion."
It was clear.
The entire office believed that Meng Hao had reached some private agreement with the United States or the ASML lithography machine company.
"Actually, I think 'd' is more plausible!"
"Where are there so many conspiracy theories in the world?"
"I think, since Hua Rong Technology can develop mechas using the F-35 fighter jet's outer shell... then repairing and completing a broken lithography machine might not be impossible."
Zhang Weimin nodded.
He felt that the officer's words were very accurate.
He looked at the officer with keen eyes, signaling him to continue.
"Meng Hao's genius ability has far surpassed our understanding..."
"I even suspect that he controls some extraterrestrial technology, and his acquisition of the F-35, including this lithography machine this time, is completely to cover his tracks..."
"After all, the United States' position as the world's number one military power means extremely strong technological secrecy. I always feel it's unlikely that Meng Hao could obtain such advanced high-tech through just a fighter jet shell or a damaged lithography machine."
Zhang Weimin's gaze became even more fervent.
Meng Hao controlled extraterrestrial technology?
This might actually be possible.
Didn't the internet always say that many US technologies came from Area 51, and Area 51 was a former extraterrestrial relic site?
Since the United States could have extraterrestrial relics, it wasn't impossible for Great Xia to have someone who controlled extraterrestrial technology!
"Mmm."
"What you said makes a lot of sense."
"However, regardless of the reason, Elder Ouyang has repeatedly instructed that Meng Hao's work and decisions must not be interfered with!"
Zhang Weimin looked at the officer who proposed the conjecture that Meng Hao might control extraterrestrial technology.
He nodded kindly at him.
"I remember, you're Wu Ding, right."
"By the way, go and call Lieutenant Zhang Xijin."
"I have something to assign her!"
Wu Ding paused, then hesitantly asked.
"Lieutenant Zhang Xijin has already boarded the transoceanic flight to Hawaii City yesterday."
"Did she not report to you?"
What!
His daughter had gone to Hawaii City?
This was preposterous.
"This girl."
"Too much."
"Utterly undisciplined."
"She just joined the military and learned a few basic martial arts, and now she thinks she's a superwoman?"
"Our plainclothes security personnel dispatched to Hawaii City have arrived, right? Have them, while protecting Meng Hao, quickly call Zhang Xijin back!"
Elder Ouyang had previously dispatched an entire aircraft carrier fleet to patrol the high seas around Hawaii City... for deterrence!
When deploying the fleet, plainclothes security personnel would naturally be sent to secretly protect Meng Hao.
After all.
That was US territory.
Who knew if the Western Alliance, led by the US, would play dirty tricks and detain Meng Hao directly.
...
Meng Hao lay on the beach leisurely.
He was chatting with the viewers in the live stream intermittently.
Suddenly.
A dune buggy sped towards him and then braked sharply, splashing Meng Hao's face with sand and gravel.
"What the hell."
"Can't you drive properly!"
Before Meng Hao could finish complaining.
A girl with a great figure, wearing a helmet, leaped into the air and landed beside Meng Hao.
Then.
She stumbled and fell into Meng Hao's arms.
"Holy crap!"
"What's going on?"
"Is Hao Ge being assassinated?"
"It's a girl who risked her life, and a very well-endowed one at that."
"Wow, she fell directly into Hao Ge's arms, throwing herself at him!"
The sudden turn of events.
Caused the previously somewhat dull live stream to explode with bullet comments.