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Chapter 97 Appraisal Begins (Fourth Update, Please Add to Favorites, Subscribe, and Vote)

"Could Sun Wukong really have consumed so many elixir pills?"

"If the elixir were really that powerful, Sun Wukong would probably have been bursting from the elixir long ago!"

"Logically speaking, since the elixir is so important, why isn't it heavily guarded?"

"Or perhaps we could use some magic to isolate the place where the elixir is being refined."

"Instead, they opened the door wide and let Sun Wukong in?"

"I think this is a conspiracy. There are probably many things in the Heavenly Court that have already been secretly swallowed up by those in charge!"

"Like those who manage the peach orchard, can they resist stealing some?"

"Would a disciple who refines elixirs not steal them?"

"And what about Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King? Does he really have 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals? Maybe he's just drawing salaries without working!"

Looking at Li Song's confident expression, Zhu Ling suddenly felt that the novels she had read before had been completely overturned.

"That can't be possible!" Zhu Ling still couldn't believe it.

"Sister Lin, you'll understand once you go back and watch it a few more times," Li Song chuckled to himself.

Zhu Ling barely slept that night, her mind preoccupied with what Li Song had said.

Then she thought of the Ghost Blows Out the Light novel she was reading and wanted to turn on the light to continue reading, but then she remembered that Li Song was sleeping, so she didn't turn on the light.

Zhu Ling felt she needed to go back and read Journey to the West again.

The next day, Li Song continued to pretend to read English novels, while Zhu Ling sat opposite him reading Ghost Blows Out the Light.

Stand up and move around occasionally.

The atmosphere was rather subtle.

The day passed in this delicate atmosphere.

Section Chief Zhou is in charge of three meals a day, as well as tea and water!

At 00:30 on April 6, 1980, Li Song got off the train at Chang'an Railway Station.

In the middle of the night in April, it was still quite cold in Chang'an.

Li Song's hometown is not in Chang'an City, but in Lijiaqiao Village, Chang'an County, which was later changed to Chang'an District.

So, as Li Song was to stay in Chang'an for one night, Section Chief Zhou had already made arrangements for him to stay at the railway guesthouse.

"Ah Song, I'm really sorry." Zhu Ling also stayed at the guesthouse, though they were staying separately.

"It's alright. It takes ten years to share a boat ride. We've been traveling together on the train for about ten years!" Li Song shook his head and replied.

"Hmm!" Zhu Ling felt something was off when she heard this.

After Zhu Ling entered the room, she realized that ten decades equaled a hundred years. "Ten years of cultivation to share a boat ride, a hundred years of cultivation to share a pillow."
"Pah!" Zhu Ling felt her face turn slightly red.

Li Song and Section Chief Zhou shared a room.

Section Chief Zhou pretended not to know about the matter between Li Song and Zhu Ling, and would not interfere or feel anything about it, because Li Song was in charge of this mission.

Meanwhile, at a research institute in Chengdu, all the key technical personnel, engineers, and experts were on duty and working overtime!
Huge packages were delivered to the research institute. The institute's director looked grave, because the mission had come too suddenly.

Moreover, this mission is extremely important.

"Boss, what's the mission this time?" The chief engineer next to the person in charge asked as several cars entered the research institute.

Fully armed soldiers got out of the car, and packages were unloaded one by one.

These people all looked travel-worn.

"Boss!" The people escorting these items came over to hand them over to the person in charge.

"Thanks for your hard work!"

"It's no trouble at all!" Then came the handover. Packages were delivered into the huge workshop, which had already been emptied.

"Everyone is curious about what's inside!" the person in charge said.

More than a hundred technical backbones, engineers, and experts already knew this was no ordinary task, because the workshop's external supply had been sealed off, and there were also internal guards inside the workshop, one after another.

"Here is the data for a 50,000-ton forging hydraulic press!" the person in charge said.

"I think I don't need to explain where these things came from!"

"Our first priority now is to verify the authenticity of the information. I reiterate, not a single piece of paper here is allowed to be taken out. What you see here, you must keep to yourselves," the person in charge said.

The technical backbone, experts, and chief engineer present were utterly shocked upon hearing this!
A 50,000-ton hydraulic forging press, this? This?
The research institute specializes in hydraulic presses, so they naturally know what this thing represents.

The first package was opened, and inside were several burlap sacks, or more accurately, cloth bags, with English writing on them.

The first cloth bag has a hydraulic pump on top.

The person in charge began by saying, "Old Liu, hydraulic pump technology."

"They're here, they're here!" Old Liu is in charge of hydraulic pump technology.

A hydraulic press relies on a pump to push liquid into a hydraulic column, which then applies enormous pressure.

The hydraulic pump is arguably the most crucial component.

A hydraulic press consists of multiple hydraulic cylinders and hydraulic pumps. So how to achieve such high pressure while maintaining pressure balance among the pumps and hydraulic cylinders? This is related to the hydraulic pump control technology.

"So that's how it is!" A group of people gathered around Old Liu, took out a file folder, opened it, and someone exclaimed in surprise after taking a look.

Of course, there were also bodyguards around Lao Liu, watching each piece of paper intently.

Each group then evaluated the technology they were responsible for.

The person in charge took a deep breath as he looked at the more than ton of documents.

Smoking is strictly prohibited here, and you must even leave the work area to drink water.

The identification process is underway, and many places are waiting for news because it is of great importance.

The next morning, Section Chief Zhou arranged a car to take Zhu Ling to Chang'an Film Studio first, and then take Li Song home.

Li Song lives in the suburbs, about 50 kilometers from the train station.

The village is near the Feng River.

Li Song's father, Li Deping, was an ordinary civil servant in the township, and his mother, Liang Guihua, was a farmer at home.

My eldest sister, Li Na, left home after graduating from junior high school and taught elementary school in the township. Her husband worked at the supply and marketing cooperative.

My second sister, Li Xing, graduated from a nursing school and works at a township health center. Her husband is a doctor.

Li Song was a mischievous child. He often skipped classes and got into fights when he was in school, which is why he was sent to a sports school to learn martial arts through connections.

Unexpectedly, he was tricked by his senior brother into making a lot of money and then ran away.

His family was extremely worried and reported the case to the police station, but the police station could only find out that Li Song had hitched a ride on a train, and they couldn't find anything else after that!
Li Song's mother cried uncontrollably, complaining that Li Song's father was too strict.

Li Song disappeared without a trace, but after more than half a year, he suddenly received a telegram saying that he was in Guangdong Province and everything was fine, and that he would come back when he had time.

Modern communication relies on telegraph.

Later, I received another letter during the Chinese New Year, along with various New Year's goods mailed from Guangdong Province.

Li Song sent a telegram in advance before returning this time.

But they didn't say which specific day they would be back.

The journey of fifty or sixty kilometers took more than three hours, mainly because dropping off Zhu Ling delayed the trip. This is because the Chang'an Film Studio is located in the southeast of Chang'an City, while Li Song's hometown is in the southwest of Chang'an.

"Songwazi?" Li Song had just gotten off the bus in front of the township government when a middle-aged man came out of the township government building. He looked at Li Song, who was wearing a hoodie and sneakers, and thought he looked familiar, but he didn't dare to recognize him!
(End of this chapter)