Great Power Reclamation

Chapter 2886 The clouds clear and the fog disperses
The setting sun casts a golden glow, pressing heavily on the western sand dune line.

Ume's straight back, silhouetted against the elongated form, seems to embody the resilience of the Gobi Desert.

She strode towards the western experimental field, her feet sinking into scorching sand, but her heart was filled with an unprecedented clarity and passion.

The sense of belonging ignited by the sparks of Africa and by Ye Yuze's calm glance did not fade with the return from the mission; instead, it surged like subterranean fire deep within his chest.

That voice—that voice about "responsibility"—grew louder and clearer in her heart.

She is no longer the journalist Wu Mei, but her pen and her heart, tempered by wind and sand, yearn to write more than ever before.

Write about the truth, write about the greatness, write about the silent yet rock-solid people in this vast wilderness, and the extraordinary value they protect and create!
Ye Yuze is a silent mountain. His brilliance should not be obscured by the hustle and bustle of the world, nor should it be tainted by despicable rumors.

He needs to be seen. His story, and the story of the people behind him, should be known to the world, just like the wheat seedlings that grow tenaciously on the Gobi Desert, or the photovoltaic arrays that rise from the ground on the African continent!
This is not a calling from a profession, but a cry from the depths of the soul, a responsibility to fight against this world distorted by money and internet traffic!
She began to make use of every spare moment. Late at night, under the dim light of the simple prefab house, amidst her roommate's tired snores, she opened a new, dusty notebook.

This time, what flows from the tip of the pen is no longer a pre-set trap or speculative malice, but burning memories, deep respect, and a desire to tell the truth.

She wrote about her shock and shame in the Ye family courtyard, about Yu'e's tolerance and wisdom, about Ivana's pure and unwavering protection and struggle, like the first snow in Siberia, and about Kevin's resounding words, "Treat people as human beings"...

More importantly, she wrote about Ye Yuze.

She collected all the information she could get her hands on, inquired with veterans like Engineer Zhao and Old Zhang, and sought confirmation from the group's elders who occasionally came to inspect the business.

Her writing, piercing through the sands of time, returns to that starting point full of wildness and hope—

How did Ye Yuze, a teenager, manage to launch the "Warrior" brand of denim clothing nationwide from a small clothing workshop in Tangcheng, thanks to his keen sense of business acumen and extraordinary courage?

It has captured half of the European and American markets worldwide, and to this day, it has fired the first shot in its legendary journey.

She described how he returned to the company and, in an era of scarce resources, with sheer tenacity and amazing technical intuition, ignited the roaring flames of the steel furnace, a flame that illuminated the initial dawn of the military reclamation industry.

She documented how he and his close brother Yang Geyong, with pioneering ambitions, bravely ventured into the snow-covered land of Russia.

In the harsh and complex environment of a foreign land, they not only opened up trade channels, but also, with the discerning eye of a talent scout, unearthed and gathered a group of top technical talents scattered among the ruins of the steel torrent—

That was the most precious spark for the rise of high-end manufacturing in the Warrior Automobile Factory and even the entire Military Reclamation City!
Her words, brimming with deep emotion, depict the magnificent journey of the Warrior Automobile Factory from nothing to something, from its first steps to its current global dominance.

She described how the military reclamation city rose from a point on a map into a modern new city that integrates cutting-edge technology, modern agriculture and a spirit of perseverance through the hard work of Ye Yuze and his comrades and partners, brick by brick and plant by plant.

She wrote that he overcame all opposition and pushed Ivana, a Ukrainian girl on the verge of despair, onto the stage to take on significant responsibilities. Then, he transformed seemingly useless scrap metal into valuable resources, solving many resource crises for China.

It describes how he supported his daughters' journey to Africa, allowing the warrior's flag to fly high over the distant continent. They achieved remarkable success.

In order to resist the Western monopoly on the seed industry, he resolutely invested a huge sum of money to establish Warrior Seed Industry, and combined his sons Ye Feng and Ye Mao's expertise in new energy and desertification control to develop a series of superior seeds that only China has.

He wrote about the heavy expectation in his eyes as he squatted under the photovoltaic panels in the Gobi Desert, gently touching the tips of wheat seedlings as if caressing a child…

Two hundred thousand words! Every single word is imbued with the wind and sand of the Gobi Desert, the saltiness of sweat, and the trembling of the soul.

This is not a fictional legend, but an epic forged with blood, wisdom, and faith.

The night the manuscript was completed, Wu Mei stepped out of the prefab house, looked up at the vast starry sky over the Gobi Desert, and tears silently streamed down her face.

She seemed to see countless figures like Ye Yuze, Zhao Gong, Lao Zhang, compatriots building in Africa, Yu'e, and Ivana, silently working under the stars, converging into a powerful force that changes the world.

Just as Wu Mei was pouring her heart and soul into completing this reportage entitled "The Cornerstone - Military Reclamation City and Its Dream Makers".

The storm of public opinion from the outside world, like the Gobi Desert winds, swept fiercely towards Ye Yuze, carrying sand and dust everywhere.

Just as Wu Mei had predicted, and just as she deeply abhorred, a small group of people, led by Xie, the editor-in-chief of her former employer, "New Insight Observation," smelled the scent of "traffic."

They disregarded the facts, took things out of context, and misrepresented the profound and enduring friendship between Ye Yuze and Ivana—a friendship that transcended worldly conventions and stood the test of time.

That pure, snow-white friendship, built on the foundation of a life-saving debt, absolute trust, and fighting side by side—

It was maliciously misinterpreted as "a chaotic private life" or "playing with women's feelings".

Several blurry old photos were unearthed, accompanied by highly suggestive text:

"The hidden love affairs of a business tycoon," "The power transactions behind a foreign beauty," "Why did the first wife endure so much for so many years?"...

Online trolls fueled the flames, inciting uninformed netizens to unleash a torrent of vulgar and offensive language. They attempted to use the dirtiest mud to smear the foundation of that silent mountain.

Within the military reclamation city, the atmosphere was inevitably somewhat turbulent. Some uninformed discussions quietly began to emerge.

Enraged, Zhao threw down his wrench on the construction site and cursed those spreading rumors as "bastards" into his phone.

Old Zhang looked at Wu Mei with concern: "Xiao Wu, you're a journalist by training, you know these things. Is President Ye... really alright? Will our project be affected?"

Ye Yuze himself, however, seemed to be outside the storm. He continued to inspect the various projects methodically, his gaze calmly fixed on the newly sown wheat seeds, the rotating wind turbine blades, and the newly transmitted data on the operation of the African power grid.

When reporters tried to intercept him outside the base, he simply left a message:
"I'm too busy working in the fields to gossip with people."

He then drove away, leaving behind a figure standing tall like a mountain in the wind and sand.

His silence was interpreted as "guilt" by those with ulterior motives, but became a source of reassurance for those who were concerned about him.

Yu'e continued to calmly manage her company and the Ye family, smiling slightly at the "kind-hearted person" who came to inquire:

"Time will tell what kind of person Yuze is."

Ivana, on the other hand, was handling affairs in Ukraine. In a phone call with Yu'e, she calmly said, "Rumors? They can't even touch a leaf's clothes." Just as the uproar reached its peak, and Xie and his ilk were gloating and preparing to launch a "fatal blow," a bombshell exploded in the most traditional and shocking way!

A major domestic literary journal, known for its serious and in-depth approach, published Wu Mei's 200,000-word reportage in full with unprecedented length and speed.

"The Cornerstone - Military Reclamation City and Its Dream Makers!"
There was no pre-launch hype, no hype. When the freshly printed periodicals were delivered to newsstands, bookstores, and libraries, and when the electronic version quietly went online, it initially did not attract widespread attention.

However, once the first reader opened it and was captivated and awestruck by the deeply moving and powerful words, and by the magnificent true epic, word of mouth spread like wildfire!
People read about the courage and drive of that teenage boy, and about his sweat-drenched figure in front of the steel furnace.

I read about the keen eye and open-mindedness in discovering talent in foreign lands, and the pride of cars roaring towards the world.

I read about the miracle of the "blue sea" and "oasis" intertwined in the Gobi Desert, and about the lights of thousands of homes lit up across the African continent!

I also read about the trust that transcends life and death (Ivana's chapter) and the quiet, profound protection (Yu'e's chapter).

I also read about Ye Yuze's past relationships, and all the things those women did for the military reclamation city.

I read about countless people like Engineer Zhao and Lao Zhang who silently dedicate themselves to their ordinary jobs!
The book's descriptions of Ye Yuze's relationship with Ivana and several other women are candid, affectionate, and respectful, completely restoring the essence of that friendship distorted by rumors.

That is the most glorious trust, gratitude and camaraderie among comrades-in-arms in human nature!
"So... this is Ye Yuze!"

"Oh my god, we almost got fooled by that garbage news!"

"This is true entrepreneurial spirit! This is true patriotism!"

"I'm moved to tears! A salute to all the 'cornerstones' who are silently working hard in the Gobi Desert, in Africa, and in their ordinary positions!"

"New Insight Magazine? Xie XX? You owe President Ye an apology! You owe the public the truth!"

Public opinion underwent a dramatic reversal! That reportage, like a sharp sword tempered in the Gobi Desert and shining with the brilliance of humanity, instantly pierced through all the carefully woven lies and slanderous bubbles.

Readers spontaneously shared, discussed, and recommended the stories on social media. Mainstream media quickly followed suit, beginning in-depth reporting on the true achievements and core spirit of the military reclamation city and the soldiers' group.

Xie and his "New Insight" were instantly overwhelmed by the surging public outcry and the disdainful gazes of his peers. He hastily retracted the article and apologized, but his credibility was already bankrupt.

The "Oasis No. 1" base in the Gobi Desert.

A journal titled "Cornerstone" was placed on Ye Yuze's simple desk, which was piled with drawings and data.

He had just returned from the fields, his trouser legs still covered in fresh mud. He picked up the journal, his rough fingers slowly tracing the bold title on the cover, and turned to the inside pages.

He looked slowly and carefully. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window of the prefab house, casting his not-so-tall figure onto the wall.

His face remained calm, without any sign of excitement.

It was only when he read certain passages—such as the description of his first meeting with Ivana's father when he was critically ill, or the passage about how he overruled objections to entrust the important task to the young Ivana—that he truly understood.

For example, Masha invested in the first machinery processing plant in Junken City, and Erhong established Junken Supermarket in Junken City, which has now become a world retail giant, pushing small commodities from all over China to the world.

Write about the details of him squatting by the wheat seedlings—his gaze would linger longer, and in his deep eyes, there seemed to be extremely subtle ripples.

After a long while, he closed the journal, stood up, and walked to the window. Outside, there was the boundless Gobi Desert, where solar panels reflected a warm, golden-red light under the setting sun, and the huge silhouettes of windmills turned slowly.

Further away, newly sown drought-resistant wheat seeds are tenaciously nurturing new life in the sandy soil.

Wu Mei was summoned by Engineer Zhao to the door of Ye Yuze's prefab house. She was somewhat uneasy, wondering how this taciturn president would react to her "unauthorized actions."

Ye Yuze turned around, still holding the journal in his hand. He looked at Wu Mei standing at the door, her face tanned dark and shiny by the Gobi sun, her eyes clearer and more determined than when she arrived.

There was no thanks, no praise.

He walked up to Wu Mei, gently placed the thick journal in her hands, and then, with his calloused hand that had once lit steel furnaces, caressed wheat seedlings, and lifted the fates of countless people, he patted Wu Mei's shoulder twice, steadily and heavily.

Those two blows, their force penetrating through the shoulder blades, reached straight to the heart. They spoke volumes more than a thousand words.

He said nothing, but gave Wu Mei a deep look, his eyes filled with insight, approval, and an expectation that she would pass on a heavier burden to those who came after her.

Then, he picked up the safety helmet from the table, strode out of the prefabricated house, and headed into the depths of the experimental field, where machines were still roaring under the twilight.

His silhouette blended into the vastness of the Gobi Desert, as if he had become one with the land to which he had devoted half his life, becoming the most silent and solid foundation.

Wu Mei clutched the journal, still warm from Ye Yuze's palm, tightly in her arms, watching his departing figure, and tears finally welled up in her eyes.

This time, it wasn't about feeling wronged or exhausted, but rather a burning warmth that came from having one's soul thoroughly cleansed and found its true home.

The wind and sand still howled across the Gobi Desert, but now they sounded like the deep and powerful breath of the earth.

She knew that from that moment on, her pen and her life would be inextricably linked to this land and these people.

What she recorded was not only the glory of the past, but also the spark that illuminates the future. And she, in the end, became a small but incredibly solid part of this magnificent foundation.

The phone rang, and she answered it. On the other end was a voice that was once familiar, but now she loathed it.

"Wumei, listen to me, please contact President Ye for me. That's not what I meant. Please ask him to clarify things for me..."

Wu Mei laughed. How could there be such a shameless person in the world?

"You shall bear what you deserve. If necessary, I will testify and expose your shamelessness..."

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