At the Northern Military Airport, Zhao Weiguo led Liu Xiaoran to escort Han Feng's team back to Kyoto.
Zhao Weiguo held Han Feng's hand: "Captain Han, I hope we can meet again someday!"
"Yes, you will! Come visit Kyoto sometime."
At this moment, Liu Xiaoran said, "Han Feng, I will definitely join Longyuan!"
Han Feng looked at the man in front of him and said, "Really? Then I'm looking forward to it."
The group boarded a military transport plane and set off to fly back to Kyoto.
"Have you thought it through?" Zhao Weiguo asked Liu Xiaoran very seriously.
"General, I've made up my mind! I must join Longyuan!" Liu Xiaoran stood tall and straight, his eyes filled with determination.
Zhao Weiguo sighed: "Alright, but whether it works out or not depends on you."
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Three hours later, the military transport plane carrying Han Feng arrived at the Longyuan base.
Longyuan Base, core conference room. The heavy blast-proof door was tightly closed, leaving only Han Feng and Lin Zhengguo inside. The holographic projector was off, and the electronic jamming barrier was activated to ensure that no eavesdropping devices could penetrate.
Lin Zhengguo sat behind his mahogany desk, tapping his fingertips lightly on the surface, his gaze deep and serious: "Xiao Han, I've read the report on this operation, but there are some details... that I need you to tell me in person."
Han Feng sat opposite him, his expression calm. Although the wound on his shoulder was still throbbing, his posture remained as upright as a pine tree.
"You mean the 'gene therapy'?"
Lin Zhengguo nodded, his eyes sharp: "The autopsy report of the Bloodblade Mercenary Group shows that they have some kind of gene enhancement component in their bodies, and their muscle density and pain tolerance are far beyond those of ordinary people." He paused, "This technology is currently only being researched by gene laboratories in the United States."
The air in the room seemed to freeze for a moment.
Han Feng did not answer immediately. Instead, he took out a miniature storage device from his pocket and inserted it into the data port on the conference table. A series of encrypted files immediately popped up on the screen—the Bloodblade Mercenary Group's communication records, fund flows, and several incomplete experimental data.
"The Blood Blade Mercenary Group that Mu Xiaoxiao contacted in the US was just a middleman on the surface," Han Feng said in a low and calm voice. "The real behind-the-scenes supporter is the gene laboratory in the US."
Lin Zhengguo suddenly stood up, his hands on the table: "Why would the US make such a big deployment for Mu Xiaoxiao?!"
"It's not for Mu Xiaoxiao." Han Feng shook his head. "It's probably because the US wanted to use this opportunity to conduct an experiment, and it just so happened that Mu Xiaoxiao contacted the mercenary group, so they wanted to take advantage of this opportunity."
Lin Zhengguo's face darkened completely. He slowly sat back in his chair, his fingers unconsciously stroking an old military emblem, a memento of his participation in a border battle when he was young.
“If this is true…” his voice was hoarse, “the situation is more serious than we imagined.”
Han Feng nodded: "We need to find out about the situation overseas, whether other countries and regions have encountered similar situations."
What are your plans?
"Not yet, but in my opinion, ordinary deployments probably won't be able to reach people at that level. I suggest establishing partnerships with overseas conglomerates through business collaborations, and then gathering information."
Lin Zhengguo pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked up and said, "Han Feng, I'm leaving this matter to you."
"Leave it to me?"
“That’s right. Although China has many powerful and wealthy companies that have entered the international market, none of them are truly our own. You happen to own Maple Leaf Investment and are a major under Longyuan. I believe no one is more suitable than you,” Lin Zhengguo said solemnly.
"Okay, I'll think about what to do when I get back."
"By the way, this matter must be kept absolutely secret; no one can know about it."
"Including Su Wanwan? She's with me every day."
“Especially her,” Lin Zhengguo sighed. “Although that girl is capable, she’s too impulsive and easily alerts the enemy.”
Han Feng neither agreed nor disagreed, only giving a faint reply.
When leaving the Longyuan base, Chen Feng personally escorted Han Feng to the parking lot.
"The commander asked me to tell you," Chen Feng said in a low voice, "Su Wanwan doesn't know about your injury, but you should... take good care of yourself."
Han Feng opened the car door and, upon hearing this, merely twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's just a minor injury, I won't die."
Chen Feng hesitated for a moment, then finally gave a standard military salute: "Take care."
On the way back, Han Feng communicated with the system: "Zero, what's the reward for this mission?"
"I thought you'd forgotten, and I didn't even want to remind you."
Task rewards distributed!
Acquired: S-level access to the Dragon Abyss Intelligence Database (allows undetected access to 92% of the world's classified data).
The entrance to the Longyuan Database appeared on Han Feng's retina. After thinking for a moment, he decided not to look at it first, but continued to ask, "Are there any good projects to invest in recently, preferably overseas?"
"Oh, so you finally remembered to care about your business empire?" Zero munched on virtual potato chips, his tone smug. "Maple Leaf Investment is currently as stable as a rock in the domestic market, but it's still lacking in the overseas market."
"So, do you have it or not?"
"Yes, yes, yes," several messages immediately popped up and were sent to Han Feng.
Option 1: Targeting the semiconductor supply chain
Objective: The US chip ban on China has led to a sharp drop in the stock prices of European semiconductor companies, and some high-quality assets are undervalued.
Method of operation: Acquire a 28% stake in German company Silicon Motion Technology through an offshore company. However, the company has its own 5nm chip manufacturing process and is sanctioned by the United States due to political factors.
Profit forecast: Triple within 12 months, and gain access to key technologies.
Option Two: Hidden Potential in the New Energy Sector
Objective: The battle for lithium mines in Africa is heating up, but the real opportunity lies in the patent pool of sodium-ion batteries.
Operation method: Fund the sodium ion project of Cambridge Laboratory and buy out its global patents. Currently, due to capital neglect, its valuation is only 200 million US dollars.
Earnings forecast: Monopolize next-generation battery technology within 18 months, with market value approaching 100 billion.
Han Feng's gaze shifted between the two options: "Can we do them simultaneously?"
Zero's potato chips suddenly fell: "Host, you have quite the appetite! The funding gap is at least 1.5 billion US dollars!"
"How much can Feng Hua use from its accounts?"
"Let me take a look." Zero slowly pulled up the data: "800 million."
Han Feng frowned: "That's not enough."
"This system is sending you a message about the Federal Reserve's interest rate hike next week."
"You mean shorting the dollar in advance?"
Zero grinned, and the projection suddenly transformed into the image of The Wolf of Wall Street: "Bingo! Max leverage, earn the remaining 700 million in three days! There's a surprise included."
Han Feng: "Where did you learn all this from...?"
Before long, Han Feng returned to the Hua Mansion in Kyoto. As soon as he opened the door, he smelled a burnt smell.
In the kitchen, Su Wanwan was frantically wielding a spatula, the fried eggs on the stove already charred black. Hearing the noise, she whirled around, her eyes wide with shock: "Han Feng! You—how did you get back?!"
Han Feng raised an eyebrow: "Otherwise, where should I be?"
"Aren't you still on a mission in the North?" She dropped the spatula and rushed over. "That guy Chen Feng clearly said he wouldn't be back for another two days..." Her words trailed off.
She twitched her nose and suddenly ripped open Han Feng's suit jacket, revealing a section of medical bandage under the shirt collar, with faint traces of blood seeping through.
"Han! Feng!" Su Wanwan gritted her teeth, "You kept this from me!"
Han Feng calmly slapped her hand away: "It's just a minor injury."
"A minor injury, my foot!" She turned and ran upstairs. "I'm going to get the first-aid kit! You dare move a muscle!"
System Zero's voice came through, gloating: "Host, you're finished~"
As Han Feng watched Su Wanwan's retreating figure, he suddenly felt the pain in his shoulder lessen somewhat.
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