I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

The director took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "The station director was called to the publicity department and received a scolding. When he came back, he called me over and berated me for more than ten minutes."

He pointed at Sun Xiaoyan, his finger almost poking her face.

"Sun Xiaoyan, you've worked at the station for so many years, don't you have any political sensitivity at all? Can't you tell who you can associate with and who you can't?"

Sun Xiaoyan's eyes welled up with tears.

"Director, I really don't know, she just asked me for help..."

"Help?" the director sneered. "Do you even know what kind of help she asked you to do? Do you know what kind of background that family has?"

Sun Xiaoyan shook her head.

The director lowered his voice, his tone frighteningly stern.

"Let me tell you, you can't afford to mess with that family. I can't afford to mess with them either, not even the station director. You saw the attitude of that person in the publicity department; do you think you can handle it?"

Sun Xiaoyan's tears finally fell.

The director looked at her and sighed.

"Alright, stop crying. The station has already made arrangements. Pack your things and go to the mountains right away to do an interview. There's a poverty alleviation project there. Go there, stay for a few days, and come back after things have calmed down here."

Sun Xiaoyan was stunned: "Go to the mountains? Stay for a few days?"

The director nodded: "Yes, we'll leave right away. The station's car will take you. Go home and pack your things quickly."

Sun Xiaoyan opened her mouth as if to say something, but seeing the director's gaze, she swallowed her words.

He could only nod, his voice very soft: "I understand."

She turned and walked out of the office.

The other colleagues in the office area all had their heads down, pretending to be busy.

Sun Xiaoyan returned to her workstation, her fingers tightly gripping the bag strap.

She picked up her phone, intending to send a message to Yang Xue.

I typed a few words, then deleted them.

Type it again, then delete it again.

Finally, she threw her phone into her bag, plopped down in a chair, and felt completely drained.

The sunlight outside the window was dazzling.

But she felt like the sky had fallen.

Sun Xiaoyan sat at her workstation for about ten minutes, her fingers tightly gripping her phone.

She stared at the chat box on the screen; several messages from Yang Xue were still hanging there—"Xiaoyan, you must help your sister with this."

"I won't treat you badly after it's done."

She stared at it for a long time before finally deleting the chat box.

Then she picked up her bag, said to her colleague next to her, "I'm going out for a bit," and quickly walked out of the office.

She didn't go to find Yang Xue or return her call; she went straight home.

She pushed open the door and saw her mother-in-law sitting on the sofa watching TV. Seeing her return so early, she paused, surprised, and asked, "Why are you here so early today?"

Sun Xiaoyan ignored her, went into the bedroom, opened the wardrobe, and took out a suitcase.

Her mother-in-law followed her in, and seeing her actions, frowned: "What are you doing?"

Sun Xiaoyan didn't even look up: "Business trip. Going to the mountains to interview about poverty alleviation projects."

The mother-in-law was even more puzzled: "So sudden? Why didn't you mention it before?"

Sun Xiaoyan paused for a moment, but quickly continued stuffing clothes into the box.

"It's arranged by above, I'll leave today."

The mother-in-law opened her mouth, as if she wanted to ask something, but seeing her expression, she swallowed her words.

Sun Xiaoyan packed her things, pulled her suitcase, and walked out of the bedroom.

She stood in the living room, glanced at the sunlight outside the window, and took a deep breath.

An hour later, the TV station's vehicle took her onto the road leading to the mountains.

The county town outside the car window is getting farther and farther away.

Sun Xiaoyan leaned back in her seat, her body swaying back and forth with the bumpy mountain road.

She didn't know how long she would have to stay in the mountains.

But she knew she couldn't get involved in this mess.

-

Villa, courtyard.

The sun was shining brightly, and the dew on the lawn had dried.

Luo Fei stood aside, watching Chu Yue perform the second set of movements completely.

This time, from beginning to end, there was no lag or hesitation.

Every movement was crisp and clean, and the flexibility of the body and the flow of power were much better than yesterday.

Chu Yue stopped her attack, exhaled, and turned to look at Luo Fei.

"How is it?"

Luo Fei nodded: "That's enough. Just a little more practice and then we can go back and teach the Hunter Blade team."

Chu Yue's lips curled up slightly, but she quickly suppressed it again.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and was about to say something when Luo Fei's phone rang.

Luo Fei took out his phone and glanced at the caller ID.

Director Qin.

He answered the call, his tone casual: "Good morning, Director Qin."

On the other end of the phone, Qin Zhenhua's voice sounded somewhat complicated: "Xiao Luo, I have a question for you."

"Please speak."

Qin Zhenhua paused for a moment: "The one who flew out of Earth this morning... was that you?"

Luo Fei didn't hide anything and answered straightforwardly, "It's me."

There was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Qin Zhenhua's voice rang out again: "You flew to outer space?"

Luo Fei said, "Yes, I went out for a walk."

Qin Zhenhua fell silent again, processing the information.

After a few seconds, he asked again, "Other countries should have detected it as well. Although the images weren't clear, it definitely attracted attention. What are your thoughts?"

Luo Fei's voice was calm: "So what if they filmed it? So what if they know?"

Qin Zhenhua understood the meaning behind his words and didn't press the matter further.

Luo Fei smiled and asked, "Director Qin, is the country interested in lunar soil and lunar rocks?"

Qin Zhenhua was taken aback: "Lunar soil? You brought it back from the moon?"

"Yes. I brought some."

Qin Zhenhua's voice rose a little: "You flew to the moon? And you came back? How long has it been?"

His tone was filled with disbelief.

I flew out this morning, and only a few hours have passed.

The moon is 380,000 kilometers away from Earth.

The round trip is over 700,000 kilometers.

This kid made a round trip in just a few hours?

Luo Fei didn't think anything was wrong: "Yes, I went there, stayed up there for a while, and then came back."

Qin Zhenhua took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

He had seen his share of storms, but this was the first time he had encountered something like this.

He calmed himself down and said, "Of course the country is interested in lunar soil and lunar rocks. There are only a handful of countries in the world that can obtain these. How much did you bring?"

Luo Fei thought for a moment and said, "A few tons, I guess."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Qin Zhenhua's voice rang out again, filled with shock: "How many tons?"

Luo Fei said, "Yes. I installed some on the moon, but I didn't weigh them."

Qin Zhenhua fell silent again.

He quickly did some mental calculations.

The lunar soil that the United States brought back back then amounted to only a few hundred kilograms.

The Russian bear country brought back even less, only a few hundred grams.

China's own Chang'e project also brought back items measured in grams.

Now, Luo Fei says he has several tons.

Several tons of lunar soil and lunar rocks.

The value of this thing cannot be measured in money.

Qin Zhenhua's voice became serious: "Xiao Luo, this is very important to the country. Are you willing to hand it over to the country?"

Luo Fei said, "There's no use for me keeping it. It was originally brought back for the country to study."

Qin Zhenhua's tone was tinged with excitement: "Good, good! Don't worry, the country won't treat you unfairly. This stuff is sold by the gram on the international market. You have several tons; at market price, that's an astronomical figure. But you also know that this kind of stuff can't be sold at market price. I'll report to my superiors and give you reasonable compensation."

Luo Fei said nonchalantly, "Sure. You can do whatever you want. It doesn't matter how much money it costs."

Qin Zhenhua smiled: "Don't worry, you won't suffer any losses. Here's what we'll do: I'll have someone come and pick it up from you. When is a convenient time for you?"

Luo Fei said, "Let's do it this evening. I'll be ready; you just need to send someone over."

Qin Zhenhua thought for a moment, then asked, "By the way, your storage... can it hold a lot of things?"

He didn't spell it out explicitly, but the meaning was clear.

Luo Fei smiled and didn't deny it: "It's alright."

Qin Zhenhua nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

"Okay, I'll have someone go over this evening. Keep an eye out for your phone."

"it is good."

Luo Fei hung up the phone and put it in his pocket.

Chu Yue stood to the side, watching him with curiosity in her eyes, but she didn't ask anything.

-

As evening approached, the setting sun painted the horizon orange-red.

Luo Fei stood at the villa entrance, waiting for Director Qin's men.

A short while later, two cars drove into the residential area.

A black minivan was in front, followed by a small van.

The car stopped in front of the villa, and two people got out.

A middle-aged man, wearing a dark jacket, with an ordinary face and sharp eyes.

He walked up to Luo Fei and extended his hand: "Hello Mr. Luo, I was sent by Director Qin, my surname is Fang. This is my identification."

Luo Fei took the document, glanced at it, and handed it back to him.

"Everything is ready. Follow me."

He led two people into the courtyard.

A dozen or so bags were neatly stacked on the open ground in front of the entrance.

The gray lunar soil and the dark lunar rock were packaged separately.

The man surnamed Fang looked at the pile of bags, and his eyes twitched.

He crouched down, opened a bag, and looked inside.

"Mr. Luo, these things... you brought them back from the moon?"

Luo Fei nodded: "Yes. You can weigh it yourselves when you get back."

The man surnamed Fang stood up, took a deep breath, and waved to the people behind him.

"move."

Several people began carefully moving the bags onto a small truck outside the backyard.

The man surnamed Fang looked at him, his tone serious:

"Mr. Luo, Director Qin asked me to tell you that the compensation for Yuerang and Yueyan, one hundred million Chinese Yuan, has been transferred to your account."

Luo Fei smiled and said, "I understand."

The man surnamed Fang nodded, turned around, and got into the car.

The two cars started and slowly drove out of the residential area.

Luo Fei stood at the door, watching the car disappear at the intersection, then turned and went back into the house.

-

Lin Zongwei's home in Qingshan Town.

Yang Xue sat on the sofa, with her phone on the coffee table in front of her.

The screen was lit up, displaying Sun Xiaoyan's number.

She has already made several phone calls.

At first, no one answered.

Later, it directly indicated that the service area was not available.

Yang Xue's expression grew increasingly grim.

Lin Zongwei sat next to him, his expression also gloomy.

"Still can't get through?"

Yang Xue shook her head and tossed her phone onto the coffee table.

"Can't get through. It's always out of service."

Wang Cuifen poked her head out from the kitchen: "Does Xiaoyan not want to help?"

Yang Xue glared at her: "What do you know? We were having a great chat this morning, then she was suddenly called back to the station, and then we couldn't contact her anymore. Something's definitely going on here."

Wang Cuifen shrank back and retreated into the kitchen.

Lin Zongwei gritted his teeth, forcing out the words, "It must be Luo Fei's doing. Otherwise, how could someone suddenly become unreachable?"

Yang Xue didn't respond. She thought the same thing, but she didn't dare to say it.

Although she didn't witness Chen Gang kneeling, she could sense from Lin Zongwei's description that Luo Fei was no ordinary person.

The person who could make Chen Gang kneel down, the person who could make a reporter disappear.

Can we afford to mess with them?

Yang Xue leaned back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, her mind a jumbled mess.

Lin Zongwei muttered to himself, "I don't believe he can control everything. His mother is my sister, that's an undeniable fact..."

Yang Xue suddenly spoke up: "That's enough."

Lin Zongwei paused for a moment and looked at her.

Yang Xue sat up, picked up her phone, and dialed Sun Xiaoyan's number again.

Still out of service area.

She put down her phone, her voice low and somber.

"Don't rush. Let's wait and see."

Lin Zongwei frowned: "Wait? How long do we have to wait?"

Yang Xue did not answer.