"Eileen, I think we need to make some preparations."

"I plan to leave all three of my children in China."

"Our national cultural relics also need to be transported here and handed over to the Dragon Kingdom for safekeeping."

"To prevent damage from a sudden outbreak of war..."

Baal raised his head, his previously furrowed brows relaxing, and said with a gentle expression.

He had already planned it out.

Take advantage of this chartered flight to transport Syrian cultural relics to China.

Bring back as much drone equipment as possible.

"Darling, whatever you do, I will support you!"

Upon hearing this, his wife Eileen was taken aback.

Then, realizing what was happening, tears welled up in her eyes, and she reached out to stroke her husband's face, whispering something.

They left their children and national artifacts, which symbolize the long history and civilization of Syria, in the Dragon Kingdom.

Her husband was clearly prepared to fight this battle alone.

Then they can return to their country and continue fighting without any worries.

Even if they unfortunately perish in the flames of war.

I believe that the Dragon Kingdom, which has always kept its promises, will certainly treat its children well.

Help raise and care for them until they grow up.

If one day Syria can regain the dawn of peace.

Their own children and these precious cultural relics preserved in the beautiful Dragon Kingdom will also be able to return home.

The difference is that...

This time, through her husband's eyes, Eileen seemed to see an even stronger force of self-confidence.

It seems that he already knows everything that is about to happen and has it all under control.

She could never have imagined it.

This time, her husband changed his itinerary at the last minute in order to help her meet her idol singer, Wang Yueheng.

This also sets the course of Syria's destiny.

Something changed unexpectedly...

...

"Yue Heng, congratulations on successfully completing this arduous task."

Everyone was on tenterhooks for you!

After President Barr and his wife left the stadium.

At the instruction of Deputy Director Peng Yingli, President Chang Guohua specially invited Wang Yueheng to his office again for tea and rest.

Vice Principal Feng Junchi, Major Gao Guoqiang who led the military training team, counselor Tong Hua, and the head of the Literature Department, among others, came to the office together.

Even Mo Zixue, who couldn't make it to the gymnasium due to her elective course schedule, was specially invited to come and celebrate Wang Yueheng's successful performance.

During the conversation, several school leaders and government officials could not contain their excitement and raised their teacups to congratulate Wang Yueheng.

Unlike the school leaders who were living in fear and anxiety.

Upon learning that Wang Yueheng had actually written and sung a song for the Syrian president on the spot, Mo Zixue, who had rushed over at the last minute, felt very proud for him.

If she had been there at the time, she would have supported Wang Yueheng's bold idea without hesitation.

...

"Yue Heng, do you still remember the scientist Wang Laoyao who came all the way to thank you last time?"

"He just messaged me, asking me to give you a gift."

"This gift is so precious that I don't even deserve to receive it."

As he spoke, Principal Chang Guohua suddenly stood up, took a brown paper envelope from the filing cabinet, and handed it to Wang Yueheng.

The envelope was sealed with a blue stamp from a missile unit of China.

It was clearly a classified document sent to Tsinghua University through internal military channels.

"The same old Wang as Wang Yueheng? That titan scientist in the field of superconductivity?"

Peng Yingli and two other diplomatic officials were immediately filled with respect upon hearing the name.

It is said that this leading figure was involved in the development of the intercontinental ballistic missile that China successfully test-fired this time!

The other party actually sent Wang Yueheng a letter. What could be inside?

Everyone in the room immediately focused their attention on the envelope that Wang Yueheng had just received.