Cutting-edge Technology: I Provide the Brains, the State Provides Everything

This sentence was like a black lightning bolt capable of splitting the entire White House open! It struck all the Western Alliance leaders present right on the crown of their heads! They were completely petrified!

”Helium... Helium-3?!”

”Ten... ten thousand years?!”

When he saw that terrifying number capable of driving any country mad, Burns felt a sweetness in his throat! A mouthful of hot blood almost sprayed out on the spot!

He knew they were finished. Their oil empire, which had ruled the world for over a hundred years, would become history in the face of the Xia people’s near-infinite clean energy!

”No!”

”We haven’t lost yet!”

A hot-tempered Five-Star General slammed the table and roared hysterically: ”We must find a way to join them!”

”That’s right! We also want to go to the moon! We also want a piece of the pie!”

”I suggest we immediately submit an emergency application for ’Space Cooperation’ to the Xia Kingdom in the name of the Western Alliance! I don’t believe that in the face of the shared future of all humanity, they, the Xia people, would dare to hog it all for themselves?!”

His shameless declaration, filled with ”moral kidnapping,” instantly stirred the last bit of fighting spirit in all the gamblers present who were about to lose everything!

”Yes! Cooperation! We must cooperate!”

”The moon belongs to all of humanity!”

That afternoon, when that emergency application for ”Space Cooperation,” filled with the scent of ”peace” and ”development,” was submitted to the highest levels of the Xia Kingdom through the fastest and most official diplomatic channels, Lu Chen, who was ”inspecting work” on the moon, smiled.

He looked at the ugly, ”righteous” faces of Burns and the others, broadcast in real-time by heavenly craft on the light screen, and a cold, mocking smile appeared on his face.

”Cooperation?”

”Do you deserve it?”

He picked up the internal communication phone and dialed the number.

”Hmm?”

”Tell them.”

The corners of his mouth curled into a demonic smile, ”Want to come to the moon? You can.”

”First, sign our accession agreement for the [Xia Kingdom Technical Standard System].”

”And,” he paused, speaking clearly and word by word: ”The tickets for our ’Jianmu’ space elevator seem to have gone up in price again.”

”Let them get in line and buy tickets.”