Break out of the courtyard

Zhang Heping sat outside the villa for a while, ate something, and then left the makeshift troupe of young masters and ladies when he sensed Wei Chunqiao coming over and standing by to wait.

Upon seeing this, Wei Chunqiao hurriedly approached Zhang Heping and whispered, "Boss, we've found a total of 246 people, which is 32 more than the list we had."

"However, there are 17 people on our list who are not their people. Do you think we should single them out and interrogate them separately?"

Zhang Heping calmly instructed, "Be quick, don't create panic!"

"Don't worry, boss, we have evidence in hand. We'll find out where they came from tonight!" Wei Chunqiao patted his chest with his left hand to assure him.

Zhang Heping glanced at Wei Chunqiao's severed right arm. "Once this matter is finished, go to Shenzhen Heping Hospital to get your right hand restored."

"Don't try to be different. Doing so will only make outsiders think that there's something wrong with the regeneration and repair fluid I'm making."

Upon hearing that he was to go to Shenzhen, Wei Chunqiao felt a little apprehensive, thinking of the old man Hua and Director Wang he had just offended. "Boss, can I get my hands treated here in Hong Kong?"

"Go ahead without worry. If they dare to make things difficult for you, I'll shut down the hospital there!" Zhang Heping walked towards the villa gate with his hands behind his back, not even glancing at the old man behind him who looked so moved.

Zhang Heping said that withdrawing the hospital was just like eliminating mainland informants today; it was not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Since the checkpoint was set up at the intersection of Heping College Road in Shenzhen, the nature of Heping Hospital there has changed.

Why did Zhang Heping build a hospital, offer low-cost medical care, and set up the office of the Heping Charity Foundation next to the hospital's payment window?
He just wants to gain a good reputation!

Now, not only can ordinary people not enjoy the low prices at Shenzhen Peace Hospital, but the low prices have also attracted a group of elderly people who can get full reimbursement to live there as a nursing home, and they can also queue up for the Longevity 120 medication.

Therefore, he really does intend to shut down that hospital.

Since those people can't help him obtain access to the Sanxingdui underground base, nor can they help his two sisters get promoted, then there's no need to waste money on something thankless and exhausting.

As for cleaning up the mainland informants tonight, Zhang Heping has always wanted to do it, but hasn't found a suitable opportunity.

Zhang Heping tolerated these people joining the Umbrella Security Company because he had a secret identity as Zhang Ping'an at the time. Unfortunately, he was later blocked from joining the Party, and he realized that identity was useless.

Secondly, the Umbrella Security Company at that time did need some well-trained veterans to mentor the newly recruited kids, which is why Zhang Heping didn't fire them directly today, but instead assigned them to the Umbrella Shenzhen branch.

Of course, if they were unwilling to go, that was none of Zhang Heping's business; he believed he had done everything he could.

On the contrary, after the car bomb incident, not only did Hua Lao and his group fail to help Zhang Heping avenge himself, but after the accident involving Lao Bu's family, they suspected that Zhang Heping had arranged for someone to do it!
The key point is that he openly asked those informants in the Renheyi residential area whether they were arranged by Zhang Heping!

How little do they take Zhang Heping seriously, or how little do they trust him?

Even if Hua Lao did this in a moment of desperation because of Lao Bu's identity, it wouldn't change other people's opinions.

Moreover, the accident that happened to Lao Bu's family was indeed somewhat related to Zhang Heping.

Xiao Ke had long ago planned to use the lives of Lao Bu's family as a pledge of loyalty to Zhang Heping in exchange for the right to purchase several Lifespan 120 potions.

After Zhang Heping returned to Hong Kong Island due to the power grid share issue, the Americans were able to apply to Hong Kong Peace Hospital to purchase the Lifespan 120 medication, and they even exchanged a large amount of RMB for it.

As a result, the theft of the regeneration and repair fluid from Shenzhen Peace Academy involved Americans, and Zhang Heping subsequently suspended the Americans' eligibility to purchase Lifespan 120 potion.

Then, Xiao Ke and the conglomerate behind him sent someone to Zhang Heping to express their willingness to help him get rid of Lao Bu's family on the condition that they would give them 5 doses of Lifespan 120 medicine.

Zhang Heping definitely didn't agree to those conditions!
If he wanted to take revenge on Old Brooks, he could easily put up a bounty of 100 million US dollars in the underworld, and countless people would risk their lives for the money. There was no need for the Lifespan 120 potion worth 1 billion US dollars.

So, the final agreement was that if Xiao Ke and his group killed a few people, Zhang Heping would give them the right to purchase several doses of Lifespan 120 potion.

Of course, none of this matters!
Importantly, Zhang Heping developed a third-generation brain-computer interface that can recycle mental energy, giving him the confidence to release mental energy for extended periods.

From then on, anyone who dared to play dirty tricks on him and his family would be guaranteed to die an unexplained death.

As the group of wealthy ladies, gentlemen, and young ladies took their leave one after another, Old Man Hua and Director Wang, who hadn't waited for Wei Chunqiao to release the people, were too embarrassed to go to Zhang Heping to discuss the matter, so they could only go to the Heping Hotel to rest first.

They pinned their hopes on Wei Chunqiao, hoping that he would indeed send Yan Qun and his family to Shenzhen the next morning, just as he had said.

However, this night was destined to be sleepless for many, especially for Hua, who was eager to find out the cause of Old Bu's death.

Director Wang approached Zhang Pandi from the Hong Kong Special Administrative Region Task Force, intending to discuss the matter of the flock of geese with her so that she could help explain it to Zhang Heping.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Pandi said as soon as they met that she knew the whole story!
"Second Sister, this matter is a bit complicated!" Director Wang didn't know what Zhang Pandi knew, but still gave an explanation that was favorable to his side, "The main reason for arranging those people to go to the Umbrella Corporation was to protect He Ping and his family."

"The situation was complicated at that time, with foreign spies..."

"Aunt Wang!" Zhang Pandi interrupted Director Wang, asking with a serious expression, "Have you considered that those people might have already been exposed?"

"Why could my brother tolerate them before, but now he can't?"

“Things are different now!” Zhang Pandi looked at the aged-looking Director Wang and softened her tone. “If you trusted my brother, you should have withdrawn those people beforehand, or revealed their identities in advance.”

"But you've done nothing, and you all think you're always right!"

"My brother just asked me a question, and I'll tell you about it."

"Would you be willing to install 360-degree surveillance cameras in your living room, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, and other areas so that others can check on your home at any time?"

After seeing Director Wang off, Zhang Pandi stood by the window of her hotel room, aimlessly gazing at the night view of Hong Kong Island.

Her brother just asked her a question: if there's no hope for a promotion, have you considered staying on Hong Kong Island?

A moment later, the door opened, and Zhang Yong, who had gone to the end of the corridor to avoid suspicion, walked in.

Feeling the familiar presence close by, Zhang Pandi leaned against Zhang Yong's chest and asked somewhat confusedly, "Honey, do you think we should stay in Hong Kong Island?"

Zhang Yong didn't answer, but simply stayed quietly by her side, waiting for Zhang Pandi to make her own decision.

In this family, the only people who could make Zhang Pandi change her mind on important matters were her richest man's third brother and even her parents.

...The next morning, Mr. Hua and Director Wang took Zhang Pandi up to Taiping Mountain, hoping that Zhang Pandi would act as a peacemaker.

When they arrived at the entrance of Renheyi Community, they saw several red and yellow minibuses parked inside.

Although many people were watching the spectacle, no one dared to step forward and lend a hand to the men, women, and children who were carrying their luggage onto the bus.

The fact that those people were informants from the mainland had already spread throughout Renheyi Community and several surrounding communities.

"Isn't the boss being too lenient? I think they should be fired on the spot!"

"The boss was very generous. Considering they hadn't done anything wrong in the past, he let them go back to the mainland to work as security guards, leaving them with some dignity!"

"When I first joined the company, Captain Qin and the others were training me at Repulse Bay. I never imagined they were actually planted from the mainland!"

"There are many things you don't know! I heard that 17 other people from other forces were arrested last night and haven't been released yet."

"What other forces are there? Where did you hear that?"

Mr. Hua and Director Wang walked past the people whispering among themselves and went straight to the minibus.

The person in charge of the flock who triggered this job transfer incident had much less luggage than the other team members because he only brought his elderly mother to live on Hong Kong Island.

When he saw Elder Hua and Director Wang coming over, he felt ashamed of the mission's failure, but also fortunate that he hadn't been held accountable afterward.

If it weren't for this concern about settling accounts, he wouldn't have divorced his wife and given custody of his son to his ex-wife, so he wouldn't have had to bring his wife and son over as hostages.

As Mr. Hua approached, he realized that he had prepared many words, but now he didn't know how to say them.

The fact that over two hundred members of the Goose Flock were forced to relocate to Shenzhen was ultimately due to his reckless contact yesterday and his distrust of Zhang Heping, which caused all their years of covert work to come to naught.

"It's alright!" Wang Sumei stepped forward and pressed down on the middle-aged man's thin shoulders, comforting him, "You've worked here for so many years, it's time to go back."

The leader of the flock said with some reluctance and regret, "So many years have passed, and with Hong Kong's return to China imminent, our mission is only three years away from completion... Sigh!"

"Don't overthink it. You've gone to Shenzhen's Protective Umbrella Security Company. Although you'll only be working as security guards, the factories and units you'll be responsible for are all top-secret." Director Wang patted the other person on the shoulder, encouraging them.

"Your task is still very heavy. You need to cheer up, lead your team to recover their mindset as soon as possible, and get ready to get to the next task!"

"Top Secret?" The person in charge of the Goose Flock was stunned.

"Hmm!" Director Wang withdrew his hand and said seriously, "You do your organizational work. I still need to talk to Consultant Zhang about your matter to avoid any misunderstandings."

The leader of the flock of geese hurriedly nodded, "Okay! I understand. You go ahead with your work, I'll handle things with the team members here!"

After calming down the leader, Wang Sumei nodded to the other members of the flock, whose faces were filled with complicated emotions, before beckoning Zhang Pandi and Old Hua to walk towards the villa.

For Zhang Heping, the early morning of Hua Lao and Director Wang was merely a late start.

Zhang Heping was busy with his brain-computer interface research in the underground laboratory when he heard that his second sister, Zhang Pandi, had come with Professor Hua and Director Wang. However, unlike yesterday afternoon, he did not put down his experiments to go upstairs to see them.

There are no corresponding units or quantifiable terms for brainwaves and mental strength!

Therefore, determining exactly how many brainwaves were converted into how much mental energy, and how much mental energy was converted into how many brainwaves, is a big question.

In particular, the theoretical definition of how many brainwaves each person's brain can receive is something Zhang Heping urgently needs to solve.

Otherwise, if brain-computer interfaces are created based solely on intuition each time, we will end up with something like the Ruomu brain-computer interface, where the brainwave converter is located on the left side of the mask, on the forehead, or on the chin, resulting in a chaotic and unsystematic design that cannot be passed down.

Most importantly, if brainwaves and mental energy cannot be quantified, they will not be commercially viable in the future.

Because you never know if a dog will be lying in the virtual dream game pod that will be created in the future.

Zhang Heping wants to exclude other biological entities from commercial aircraft, which seems to be another research topic, but the quantitative terms involved will determine the selection logic of the game cabin.

"Dad, I think we need a miniature EEG monitor. Maybe we can determine how much of our brainwaves are being converted by observing the amplitude of the EEG waveform's attenuation." Zhang Long leaned against the iron door frame, speaking to his father, Zhang Heping, who was using his mental power to extract weights in the arena.
"Wouldn't it be inaccurate to quantify mental power by measuring the weight of objects?"

"For example, how long can I project my 10 grams of mental energy without using any objects? Should we also take into account the quantification of time?"

Zhang Bei said from the side, "It's a pity that we can't participate in this kind of experiment for a long time; Dad's brainpower is too strong, and the mental power he generates can lift a hundred pounds of weight, so he can't do the same experiment as us at the microscopic level."

"Don't jump to conclusions!" Zhang Heping said calmly, then turned to his sixth son, Zhang Hu, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and said, "Xiao Hu, withdraw your spiritual power and take off your glasses."

After Zhang Hu took off his gold-rimmed glasses and rubbed his temples vigorously, he looked at his father, who had also taken off his gold-rimmed glasses.

“Your thinking is still not fully open!” Zhang Heping rubbed his temples and slowly said, “Why is my mental strength so strong? Is it because I want to release so much mental energy?”

"What Dad means is..." Zhang Long leaned closer to the workbench and asked uncertainly, "Should we also install a brainwave blocking module for the brainwave converter?"

"Will it work?" Zhang Bei asked doubtfully. "Brainwaves are retrieved through a brainwave converter. The brainwave blocking module can only passively receive brainwaves and cannot be placed in front of the brainwave converter."

"What about superposition?" Zhang Heping reminded him again.

Upon hearing the word "overlap," the three sons immediately thought of the various chip research projects in the underground base.

"If the brainwave converter first connects to the mental energy receiving module, and then splits the flow to two brainwave blocking modules, one brainwave blocking module will transmit half of the brainwaves back to the brain, while the brainwaves from the other brainwave blocking module will flow to the next level!" Zhang Long said thoughtfully.

"If the second-layer brainwave converter is connected to the first-layer brainwave blocking module, will the released mental energy be reduced by half?"

Zhang Hu nodded excitedly, "If adding two layers doesn't work, then three, four, five layers! Anyway, Dad's miniature brain-computer interface isn't as thick or large as Ruomu's, so adding thousands of layers is no problem."

Zhang Bei asked again, "How do you manufacture it with such layering? Is it like building a chip, layer by layer with machinery?"

...(End of chapter)