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

Luo Fei took out a pale blue potion from his ring.

Inside the slender, transparent glass tube, the liquid swayed gently under the light, like a small, sealed piece of clear sky.

Luo Ying's eyes lit up as she looked at the medicine.

"Brother, what's this?"

Luo Fei didn't explain further: "Drinking it will be good for your health."

Luo Ying took it, unscrewed the rubber stopper, smelled it (there was no particular odor), tilted her head back and drank it all in one gulp.

The medicine has no taste when it enters the mouth, like plain water, but after swallowing, a warm feeling slowly spreads in the stomach, like the gentle and continuous comfort of a heat pack on the body.

The warmth spread from my stomach outwards, like countless invisible, tiny warm currents flowing slowly through my blood vessels.

She closed her eyes and could feel the warm current flowing through her, her cells trembling slightly, as if something was awakening.

The whole process lasted about a minute.

Then, the warm current gradually receded and eventually disappeared without a trace.

She opened her eyes, let out a long sigh of relief, and her eyes were even brighter than before.

"It's amazing! My whole body feels warm, like I've been soaking in a hot spring."

She flexed her fingers and turned her neck, her joints making a soft cracking sound.

Professor Lin stood to the side, his tablet still in his hand.

She watched as Luo Ying finished the potion, and saw her complexion change in a short time, becoming more radiant, as if she had been cleansed from the inside out, with her skin's luster greatly improved.

Although Professor Lin had many questions in her mind, she didn't ask any of them, because she knew that some things were not her business.

"Professor Lin, could you please test it again?"

The second test started directly with physical fitness indicators.

Luo Ying stood back on the force measuring platform, gripped the hand strength meter, jumped onto the vertical jump mat, and stepped onto the power bicycle.

She completed each project with greater ease than before, so easily that she herself felt somewhat dazed.

Professor Lin stared at the new data that popped up on the screen, his finger pausing on the control panel.

The numbers kept fluctuating, climbing steadily from the initial value.

She took a deep breath, pulled up the data from the two tests, and displayed them side by side on the screen. The left side showed the results of the first test, and the right side showed the results of the second test.

The first result belonged to the formidable human, while the second result was almost superhuman.

She didn't know how to describe this gap—it wasn't progress, it was a qualitative change.

If the first test result was that of a special forces king with extraordinary talent and long-term training, then the second test result was that of a mini superhero in human skin.

She sent the data to her colleague, whose reaction was exactly the same as hers.

Director Qin saw the numbers behind her, put down his briefcase, placed his hands on the table, and leaned closer to examine the screen. He wasn't a sports professional, but he understood the multiplication relationships—the first data was already four times the normal value, and the second data was five times the first. Five times four equals twenty.

This young girl, with her ponytail and who looks no different from an ordinary college student, has a physique that is twenty times stronger than that of a normal person.

She should be able to bend rebar with her bare hands, sprint like a sprinter without getting out of breath, and lift things that would take three adult men to barely move.

Standing to the side, Elder Long noticed the change in Director Qin's expression and also took note of Professor Lin's reaction.

He didn't look at the specific numbers on the screen, but instead observed Luo Ying—the rosy glow on her face, and the steady gait of the floor as she stood firmly on the force measuring platform, causing the entire floor to vibrate slightly.

He spoke, and everyone heard him clearly: "From today onwards, the formula, samples, and all related data and information of this drug are classified as top secret. All personnel involved in testing and research must undergo rigorous review, sign confidentiality agreements, and are prohibited from disclosing any related information to the public in any form without approval."

The researchers present nodded in agreement, and some even instinctively brought their heels together.

No one thought the decision was an overreaction—the consequences would be unimaginable if this drug fell into the hands of malicious forces.

Director Qin straightened up, turned to Luo Fei, and looked at him with a complex emotion in his eyes.

He hesitated several times, wanting to say "thank you," but each time he felt the word was too insignificant, sounding like a perfunctory remark. In the end, he said nothing, but simply extended his hand to shake Luo Fei's, a handshake longer and firmer than usual.

Luo Fei said, "Director Qin, could you please arrange for someone to take my sister back to school first? Her classes can't be delayed."

Director Qin replied, "Okay." He then turned and instructed his secretary to arrange a vehicle.

Luo Ying, who was standing to the side, gradually lost her smile upon hearing this.

She walked up to Luo Fei, having gone through too much in a short period of time—being suddenly picked up from school, arriving at a laboratory full of important people, doing a bunch of inexplicable tests, and drinking a warm, comforting potion.

She doesn't want to go back to school right now; she just wants to spend some time with her brother, like when they were little, sitting next to him without saying a word, just quietly being together.

"Brother, can I stay with you for a while? I don't have class this afternoon."

Her voice wasn't loud, and it even had a hint of coquetry.

Luo Fei looked at her, at her eyes that were so similar to his mother's, and at the blush that had not yet completely faded from her face.

He raised his hand and gently patted her shoulder.

"I still have things to discuss with the leaders, you go back first. I'll come see you at school after I'm done with this."

Luo Ying nodded, pursed her lips, and swallowed back the question, "When will you be done with your work?"

She turned and left with her secretary. When she reached the door, she looked back and glanced at Luo Fei first, then at Elder Long.

Old Master Long nodded slightly, then lowered her head and quickly walked out. Her footsteps echoed in the corridor, her canvas shoes clicking lightly on the floor like a deer running.

Luo Fei, along with Director Qin, Elder Long, and several other leaders, returned to the conference room.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, making the long table gleam.

The teacups and documents on the table had been removed, leaving the surface spotless and gleaming.

Director Qin sat down, leaned back in his chair, and looked more relaxed than before.

The briefcase sat on the table, with the seeds of the Spirit Gathering Grass and the formula for the gene-enhancing drug lying quietly in the interlayer.

He gently patted the exterior of the briefcase with his fingers.

Luo Fei leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest twice, a slow rhythm, as if he were pondering something.

He remembered the gold and silver in the ring.

I didn't think carefully about how to handle it when I received it before, but now it's time to bring it up.

Countries need gold; it serves as a crucial ballast for both foreign exchange reserves and stabilizing financial markets.

He sat up straight, placed his hands on the table, and interlaced his fingers.

"Director Qin, does the country need gold right now?"

Director Qin looked up at Luo Fei, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

He wasn't quite sure why Luo Fei suddenly asked this question, but he still gave an answer.

"Gold is something you need all the time. It's essential for reserves, international settlements, and stabilizing exchange rates—you can't do without it. What's up? Do you have connections to get your hands on gold?"

Luo Fei replied, "It's not that I have connections, it's that I have some resources and I want to see if the country wants them."

Director Qin casually picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip. The water was cold, but he didn't pay any attention to it.

"How much? A few hundred kilograms or several tons? If your channels are legitimate, the government will certainly be willing to buy it..."

"Gold, approximately 1,500 tons. Silver should also be around 2,000 tons, roughly the same amount."

Before Director Qin could finish speaking, Luo Fei spoke up calmly.

But at that moment, Director Qin's ears seemed to automatically amplify the words to 120 decibels.

"What did you say?"

He put down his water glass, the bottom of which tapped softly on the table, splashing a little water that spread across a small patch.

The meeting room fell silent instantly.

Old Long's hand holding the water glass stopped in mid-air; the rim of the glass had already touched his lips, but he didn't tilt it.

The expressions of the leaders standing nearby also appeared quite unsettled.

Someone leaned forward from their chair.

Someone took off their glasses, wiped them with the corner of their clothes, and then put them back on.

Some people had their mouths open and forgot to close them—they wanted to say something to break the unreal silence, but found that the area of ​​their brains responsible for language was temporarily "powered out," and all the "computing power" was being used to process the information of "1,500 tons of gold."

Director Qin did not stand up, but leaned forward at a large angle, his hands supporting him on the edge of the table, his entire center of gravity shifting from the back of the chair to the tabletop, as if he were about to fall off the chair.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, making a distinct swallowing sound.

"Fifteen hundred tons..."

He repeated the number to himself.

"This batch of gold has a clear provenance and there are no issues; it can be used directly."

Luo Fei said.

Director Qin leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh.

His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, which was white, with several thin cracks extending from the edge of the lamp base, barely noticeable unless you looked closely.

He looked at it very carefully, as if he were confirming how much weight the ceiling of the conference room could bear.

Then, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up. This smile wasn't for anyone else to see; it was the kind of smile that comes from mentally calculating the numbers and finding them to be incredibly good.

He was calculating how much of a stir this batch of gold would cause in the international futures market once it entered the national reserves.

Old Long glanced at Director Qin but said nothing.

That look seemed to say—stay calm, don't act impulsively.

Director Qin's lips slowly curled back, but the light in his eyes did not diminish.