"It was I who, after receiving your report, specially protected the experts in our country's battery field, fearing that foreign forces might target them."
"At the same time, this also sent a signal that we have mastered the technology for producing motors for mechs in automobiles, so they shouldn't bother the power experts anymore."
Feng Weiguo asked weakly, "What if they don't believe it?"
"Whether they believe it or not, isn't it basic operation in national intelligence stations to send fake signals to each other?" The top leader shrugged, unconcerned.
"It's like we've been trying hard to push Xiao Tiancai to the forefront, and the more they disbelieve it, the more they think these technologies are all made by Xiao Tiancai. Principal Feng, I have other matters to attend to, please be busy."
After hanging up the phone, the top leader stared at the ceiling for a long time, lost in thought.
"Xiao Zhou, after you retrieve the USB drive, arrange for people to distribute the contents and have several different experts review them."
After his assistant Xiao Zhou had written everything down in his notebook, the top leader added,
"Also, notify the heads of other departments to hold a secret meeting tomorrow afternoon at two o'clock at the usual place!"
Time flew by, the sun rose and set, and the next day arrived.
In a ward at Dongyang City People's Hospital, Mo Ruixue was the first to get out of bed. After a simple wash in the bathroom, she prepared to go out to buy some food for Jing Mingqiu.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw Jing Rou rushing over with a thermos, looking ready to pick a fight.
"Jing Rou, what is this..."
Before Mo Ruixue could finish asking, Jing Rou interrupted, "You need to eat something nutritious when you're injured. I specially stewed a pot of chicken soup for Mingqiu. I have something else to do, so I'll be leaving now. Mingqiu is in your care."
With that, Jing Rou thrust the thermos into Mo Ruixue's hand, as if she had a real emergency at home, and left without looking back.
Only Mo Ruixue was left staring blankly at the thermos.
On the principle of not wasting food, Mo Ruixue brought the thermos in, placed it on the table, opened it, and took out the contents one by one.
At the top was a large bowl of chicken soup, rich in aroma, with oil flowers floating on top. Just smelling it made Mo Ruixue's mouth water.
Next were two cages of freshly made xiaolongbao, three tea eggs, seven or eight small fried oil cakes...
Finally, there was a plate of pickles that looked crisp and delicious.
"Hmm," Jing Mingqiu, smelling the aroma, suddenly sat up from the bed. Looking at the variety of breakfast dishes on the table, he couldn't help but swallow hard. "Xue'er, did you buy breakfast? It's so lavish!"
Seeing Jing Mingqiu's eager look, Mo Ruixue really wanted to nod and say she bought it herself, but she couldn't go against her conscience. She could only turn her head and say unhappily,
"Jing Rou sent these. She ran off after delivering them, as if I was going to eat her!"
Seeing Mo Ruixue's sulky expression as if she were jealous, Jing Mingqiu suddenly burst into laughter. "Giving food to someone you like, and such a cliché trick is still being used. Xue'er, you don't need to worry, I'm not interested in her."
"How about this. After we finish eating, we'll go find Jing Rou together. I'll clarify things with her and tell her to stop wasting her efforts."
"No!" Mo Ruixue flatly refused. "She's just a vixen. I can subdue her in minutes, I don't need your help!"
Feeling Mo Ruixue's high fighting spirit, Jing Mingqiu said no more and stared intently at the delicious and fragrant breakfast dishes on the table, secretly swallowing.
"We should cherish every meal and every bite, and wasting food is shameful. Xue'er, shall we eat first?"
"Okay!"
Mo Ruixue had been craving it for a long time. She nodded vigorously and readily agreed.
As Jing Mingqiu's hands were injured, he couldn't eat independently and had to let Mo Ruixue feed him. During the meal, the distance between the two grew closer, and the atmosphere gradually became intimate, with many unique small interactions between couples.
Hiding behind the window, Jing Rou watched their intimate behavior and could no longer control her jealousy. She ran to the stairwell and called her best friend, who acted as her military advisor.
"Sister, is your idea reliable? I feel like I'm helping them score."
"Don't worry," came a confident female voice from the other end of the phone. "I'm a love expert. According to my analysis, Jing Mingqiu likes gentle, considerate, and quietly devoted girls the most. Just do as I say, and it will be absolutely correct."
Jing Rou remained skeptical of her best friend's words. But this was her first time dating, and she didn't know how to pursue a boy, so she could only go all the way and do as her friend said.
After breakfast, with Mo Ruixue's help, Jing Mingqiu got dressed and took a taxi back to school for class.
This wasn't because Jing Mingqiu wanted to compete for honors like outstanding student and intentionally attended class while sick. It was purely because his hands were injured, and he couldn't play with his phone, making it too boring to stay in the hospital.
Moreover, the hospital was crowded and full of eyes, and it wasn't very convenient for Jing Mingqiu to communicate with the principal and others.
"Ring!"
The bell rang, and the morning classes ended. Jing Mingqiu slept very comfortably. He stretched and was about to call Mo Ruixue to get something to eat when Jing Rou quietly approached him with a notebook.
"Mingqiu, your hands are inconvenient for writing, so I specially took an extra copy of the classroom notes for you."
"Huh?" Jing Mingqiu was stunned. "Classroom notes? What are those? I never write them."
Mo Ruixue added a jab, pulling out her phone and handing it over. "What era is this? Still writing notes by hand? I just take photos."
Facing the combined assault of the couple, Jing Rou suffered a crushing defeat and left in embarrassment.
In the afternoon, it was dance class.
Jing Mingqiu was admiring the graceful figures and long white legs of his classmates. Jing Rou, undeterred by setbacks, came over with a box of ointment, wanting to help him massage and relax his muscles.
Before Jing Mingqiu could speak, Jing Rou had already leaned down and began gently tapping his leg.
Mo Ruixue, not to be outdone, walked behind Jing Mingqiu and massaged his shoulders.
While Jing Mingqiu was enjoying the blessings of having two women, watching beautiful girls dance, the top leaders of the Dragon Country were arguing fiercely in an underground conference room.
The chief person in charge of the research department stared intently at the top leader, his eyes bloodshot.
"No! Absolutely not! Boss, although controlled nuclear fusion is milder than nuclear fission, it is still an extremely dangerous existence. Once operated incorrectly, ten large-scale controlled nuclear fusion power plants will turn into ten nuclear bombs with a yield of hundreds of millions of tons!"
"Even now, we haven't fully understood all the information provided by Jing Mingqiu. If he has planted any backdoors, it will be like detonating ten nuclear bombs within our country, and the consequences will be unimaginable!"