Invasion of America

Chapter 59 Changing History
A test farm in the suburbs of Miami.

At noon, the sun scorched the farmland.
Zhou Qingfeng divided an uneven orchard into an outdoor training range.

Wooden planks were twisted and nailed together to form a shelter, broken tires were piled up as obstacles, rusty old cars lay across the center of the field, and several broken containers were tilted here and there.
It's like an abandoned town swept by a strong wind.

This place looks shabby, but he turned it into a decent combat training ground - the terrain is high and low, the surface is dry and wet, and the environment is sparse and dense.

Real guns are not allowed here, so they are replaced with paintball guns - colorful bullets fly all over the sky, making popping sounds, and the air is mixed with the smell of paint and soil.

Zhou Qingfeng would come over and play for half a day every few days, and every time he would make the employees of "Electric Flight" jump in panic and wail all over the place.

"Luxor, where are the skills the CIA taught you? Don't be a wimp over there!" Zhou Qingfeng hid behind a wooden wall and shouted at the top of his lungs.

As soon as he finished speaking, he scurried to the other side like a slippery loach.

Luxor gritted his teeth and ordered four or five other members to flank them, hoping to catch them in a trap. But what happened? They fell for the simplest trick: luring the enemy deep into their territory.

Before the group could react, they were shot from behind by two rookies who had ambushed them in advance - the red paintballs covered their bodies like paint.

Luxor looked down and saw that his coat was covered in red, making him look like a painter who had just finished work at a renovation site.

Jaeger stood on the training ground's high platform, whistle in hand, looking down at Luxor as a referee. He looked at Luxor and shook his head, his eyes filled with a complex expression, whether it was disappointment or emotion.

Luxor and Jaeger both led their teams to compete with Zhou Qingfeng on this field several times.

The two specially trained agents were fooled by this guy without paying attention, and it was difficult for them to gain any advantage.

Luxor wiped the sweat from his face, panting and cursing softly, "Why is this kid so tricky? Where did he learn these skills?"

When she first came to Zhou Qingfeng, Luxor thought she was just a high-class nanny.

He is just a small boss who has become rich overnight. According to common sense, he should be an arrogant and unruly person, spending money extravagantly and being extremely arrogant all day long.

But after getting along with them, Luxor found that he was wrong - Zhou Qingfeng was completely different from those impulsive young people.

He has no interest in the fun of his peers, has very low social needs, and is even more indifferent to the extravagant life of feasting and drinking.

Julia is now his housekeeper. All the monthly expenses are spent on food, drink, and toilet. He frowns if he spends a penny more, just like a stingy old man.

Luxor complained to Jaeger privately: "This guy has so much money that it could kill anyone, but he doesn't even throw a rave party, nor does he accept other people's party invitations. He's really a freak."

But when it comes to career, this guy is like a chicken with blood, with ambitions that can reach the sky. He made an "electric flight" and managed to make it work in just over a month.

He recruited employees, optimized products, actively promoted them, and continuously invested tens of millions of dollars. He found the right people to do everything and got everything done properly, and he was as organized as an old fox.

Luxor sometimes wondered if this guy's brain structure was different from that of a normal person?
Zhou Qingfeng's recent hobbies are playing with guns and physical training.

In the indoor shooting range, he practiced with live ammunition. The sound of gunfire was deafening and his aim became more and more stable. He fired at least three hundred rounds a day, and his marksmanship improved visibly.

At the outdoor shooting range, he played tactics, paintball gun in hand, his body as agile as a cheetah, and his tactical awareness so sharp that it made Luxor's scalp tingle.

He was not just playing around, but was extremely serious - every ambush, transfer, and lure of the enemy was like fighting a real battle.

After every training session, he would sweat profusely.

A round of paintball gun battle at the shooting range had just ended. The air was still filled with the pungent smell of paintball pigments, and the red and blue bullet marks on the wooden shelters were as messy as an ink painting.

The brisk hum of an electric car could be heard in the distance, and several Mexican servants drove up with a small portable refrigerator behind them. The refrigerator was filled with iced drinks and was distributed to everyone.

The ice-cold lemon soda and pineapple juice sparkled attractively in the sunlight, with water droplets condensing on the bottles. When they were handed to your hands, they were so cold that you couldn't help but gulp them down.

A thoughtful little maid handed Zhou Qingfeng a towel, and after he took off his mask, she carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Dora, is your grandma okay?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"My grandma is much better now, and the doctor said she will be able to be discharged from the hospital next week."

The little maid was very cute. Her brown skin glowed with a healthy glow in the sun. Her face still had a little baby fat, and there were two shallow dimples at the corners of her mouth. She smelled of coconut milk.

When she raised her head, her eyes sparkled with gratitude, like a kitten relying on its owner.

"How are you doing at school?" Zhou Qingfeng unscrewed the drink, took a sip, and continued to ask.

"I..." Dora trailed off and bit her lower lip, "I don't really want to go to school. I want to stay with you."

The little maid stared down at the tip of her shoes, her cheeks flushed, and her first love was clearly visible on her face.

Luxor, standing next to him, felt his eyes twitch, his heart aching as if he had swallowed a lemon. Who could resist the affectionate look of this little girl?
Zhou Qingfeng was unmoved, "Dora, you have to go to school. I don't keep useless people around me. Women should also receive education."

The light in Dora's eyes dimmed, her face wrinkled, but she nodded obediently and whispered, "Okay..."

Luxor was even more jealous - who could resist a young, wealthy, gentle and kind-hearted man who saved himself and his family?!

There are hundreds of South American workers on the farm, most of whom are of Mexican descent.

Zhou Qingfeng not only gave them jobs and did not deduct their salaries, but also picked out some diligent and smart ones and provided them with better and larger development opportunities.

Mexicans value family and suffer from drugs and poverty, which is surprisingly consistent with the universal values ​​of the "University of the East".

As long as they start a conversation, the engineers from Electric Flight will become close friends with these workers in just a few days. They are also good teachers and are willing to teach them some work skills.

In turn, these workers are very skilled and have taught the engineers from the University of Tokyo many life skills.

Compared with the previous Chris family, Zhou Qingfeng is as kind as an angel.

In return, many Mexicans expressed their loyalty to him in a simple and direct way - they found a way to bring their grandchildren from Mexico and give them to Zhou Qingfeng as servants.

Dora, Valenti, Juana, Lucia... These pretty little maids surrounded him, and he changed one every day, and they were different for a whole month, just like he had a harem.

Zhou Qingfeng treated all the male and female servants equally: "Everyone, go to school! Those over 18 should learn a craft, and those under 18 should learn to read and write. No discussion."

Every time they saw their boss interacting with those around him, Luxor and Jaeger, their bodyguards, felt a little uneasy. With more and more people surrounding Zhou Qingfeng, the two of them were no longer at an advantage and were even beginning to feel marginalized.

This is not a good sign.
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More than a month has passed since the 'aircraft carrier purchasing' incident.

The cargo on the 'Watson' arrived at the mainland intact. People in China were very satisfied with the harvest, and Zhou Qingfeng's favorability was almost maxed out.

One hundred NVIDIA NVL72 cabinets were directly accepted by the Navy.

Today, AI is gaining popularity, and application scenarios are popping up like mushrooms after a rain. The demand for computing power is increasing rather than decreasing.

The top-notch AI computing power is not available in China. After the Navy learned the cabinet model, they had no intention of handing over the goods at all and wanted to take away even the packaging box.

The pile of biological equipment and the X virus prototype fell into the hands of the old academician's team.

The old man in his seventies had long stopped personally engaging in scientific research, but he happily praised Zhou Qingfeng in front of the higher-ups, praising the boy's contributions to the skies.

To this end, the old academician persuaded a group of his disciples to give up their current work and concentrate on studying Project X, striving to crack what kind of enhanced technology the US military has mastered.

As for the other miscellaneous goods, they all found their own destinations, and even the intelligence department was delighted - this operation was like opening a rotten sore within the US military.

All the holes in his body are exposed, and any dirty laundry can be dug out with just a poke.

Now that the storm has not subsided, Zhou Qingfeng has some free time and comes to the farm every day to practice his shooting and reaction ability.

He was drenched in sweat. He took off his hood and training suit, revealing his toned muscles. Red and blue marks left by paintballs dotted his arms.

The maid Dora wiped his sweat. He shook his hair and shouted at the top of his voice: "That's all for today, let's go!"

A group of "Electric Flight" employees dispersed as if they had been pardoned, and fled back to the air-conditioned room to take a shower.

No one can understand why their CEO wants to have gunfights with them every day. At first, it seemed fresh and exciting, but after a long time, it was really fucking tiring and it always delayed their work.

The training ground soon became quiet, with only the crooked wooden shelters, bullet holes on the abandoned cars, and the hot wind blowing through the pile of tires, making a whistling sound.

Apart from the two bodyguards and the maid, only Helen was still standing there, holding a drink in her hand, looking at Zhou Qingfeng with a smile.

After the terrorist attack on the Caribbean cruise ship, the female teacher fulfilled her promise, called him and came to his house, and then plunged into his life.

"Victor, you're the weirdest boss I've ever seen," she said jokingly, pointing at the employees running away.

"Rich people usually play golf, drive yachts, or go surfing. I dare say you're the only one in the world who's so obsessed with paintball guns."

The women around Zhou Qingfeng each have their own life trajectories.

Kelly is still busy in the country, Julia is a stable housekeeper, Selina is busy studying and going to school, and Jennifer would rather stay in the air-conditioned office than come out and sweat.

Only Helen was willing to accompany him to bask in the scorching sun. She wore light sportswear, her bangs wet with sweat, and she always had a smile on her face.

Jaeger and Luxor boarded the electric car and took the man and woman back to the farm villa. Zhou Qingfeng took off his clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Helen said nothing, unzipped her shirt, took off her sports vest, and dropped her outdoor trousers. Her skin was dazzlingly white, and the curve of her chest rose and fell with her breathing. She walked into the bathroom barefoot.

She squeezed some shower gel into her palms, rubbed her hands together, letting the milky white foam spread between her fingers, and then applied it on Zhou Qingfeng's body to clean the remaining paintball paint.

The little maid stomped her feet in anger outside the bathroom. By the time Zhou Qingfeng finished washing and walked out of the bathroom, an hour had passed.

Chen Rui, the head of security, came over to report, "President, a man named Xiao Jinlang has arrived. He said he has an appointment and wants to see you."

"Let him wait a moment. I'll change my clothes and come over right away." Zhou Qingfeng understood that more than a month was enough time for the country to make a full evaluation of him, and what was coming would naturally come.
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American farms are large, and tens of thousands of acres are considered small plots of land.

Xiao Jinlang left the highway in his car, and the wheels rolled over the farm road, raising a cloud of dust behind him. He looked out the window, thinking he would see the outline of a vast farm.
But as soon as he entered the farm, he felt something was wrong - this was not an ordinary farm, it was clearly like a paramilitary barracks, exuding a weird aura that only existed during the Cold War.

The car drove past a rough barbed wire fence, and Xiao Jinlang spotted several half-buried concrete bunkers. The gray shells looked inconspicuous, like turtles squatting on the ground.

Looking up again, I saw several watchtowers standing in the fields, as tall as slender sentinels, and there were even small drone take-off and landing platforms on the top of the towers.

Drones buzzed over the landing platform, like a group of falcons waiting for an opportunity, monitoring the entire area around the farm.

Xiao Jinlang rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was seeing things: "Is this a farm or a military base?"

The farm does have a pastoral atmosphere.

The wheat fields have just completed spring plowing, and the vegetable fields next to them are lush green, with cabbages and peppers growing vigorously.

In the distance, you can hear the cries of chickens and ducks. In the livestock and poultry breeding area, a few pigs are grunting lazily, and the smell of manure mixed with the scent of grass wafts over.

Further ahead, several workers were busy debugging a machine in the workshop. Amid the rumbling sound, potatoes were peeled and cut into pieces, as if they were going to process agricultural products.

The derrick was also erected, and the drilling rig squeaked as it pumped water underground. The splashing mud stained the workers' trouser legs black.

On the other side, rows of solar panels flashed cold light in the sun, like huge mirrors covering the fields.

Mexican workers were working overtime to lay the lines, and the crackling sound of the electric drills was so piercing that it made people's scalps tingle.

"What on earth is this for?" Xiao Jinlang was a little restless in the car seat - growing crops and vegetables, raising pigs, digging wells and supplying electricity, and being self-sufficient in everything?
In modern industry, the cost of doing so is too high. It is a waste of money, not economical at all, and completely unnecessary.

But as an older man, some old-fashioned words inexplicably popped up in Lao Xiao's mind - "prepare for war and famine for the people" and "fight early and fight hard, fight a nuclear war."
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In Zhou Qingfeng's view, under the scorching sun, dust was rising on the road outside the farm, and a gray jeep was shaking and driving towards him, like a tired old horse.

The wheels rolled over the gravel, making a rustling sound, and finally stopped in front of him, bringing with them a trail of hot dust. The residual heat from the engine was still whirring in the air.

The car door slammed open and a middle-aged man in his fifties walked down slowly.

He had an ordinary appearance, with wrinkles on his face that looked like they were carved by wind and sand. He was wearing a washed-out jacket, and his gray hair was a little messy from the wind.

At the moment of shaking hands, Xiao Jinlang grinned at Zhou Qingfeng and said, "Young man, do you know that you have changed history?!"

(End of this chapter)