The night before the college entrance exam results were released, I redeemed my Peking University ad

"Isn't this in line with the diplomatic relations of a great nation like yours, one of the most courteous in the world?"

Listening to the sarcastic remarks of the American official, Counselor Zhou gave a cold smile.

He knew these people's character all too well.

Seasonal thunderstorms?

Military base exercises?

It's all an excuse!

"Ha, the fox's tail has finally been revealed?"

"What airspace control nonsense! Frankly, you're just trying every possible way to keep Mr. Ji Bai here!"

"I can tell you with certainty that Ji Bai is one of our country's most valuable scientific research talents!"

"He has his own will and choices, and he will never be swayed by any external forces! You've miscalculated if you think you can force him to stay by blocking the flight route!"

The official opposite him dropped his fake smile and leaned back in his chair: "Haven't you made a mistake? It's too early to say!"

"We respect the personal freedom of every scholar and will never restrict anyone's decision to stay or leave, but whether Mr. Ji wants to leave and when he wants to leave is up to him, isn't it?"

"No matter how anxious you are, you can't change his wishes."

"Even if you want to leave, Mr. Ji should say it himself."

His words were full of blatant scheming and plotting.

They were determined to drag things out and create opportunities for contact through various means. The longer Ji Bai stayed, the more likely they were to win him over or even secretly sabotage him.

Consul Zhou clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white.

He knew these people's nature all too well; they had no bottom line when it came to core technology.

Every day the flight route isn't approved, Ji Bai faces increasing danger.

……

On the other side, after Ji Bai was taken away from the venue by the staff, he did not get into the car directly, but was taken to a safe house near the venue.

There were only two people in the room: one was Secretary Chen, whom Ji Bai had met before, and the other was a few years older than Secretary Chen.

"Ji Bai, this is Counselor Liu," Secretary Chen introduced.

Without any pleasantries, Counselor Liu went straight to the point, staring directly into Ji Bai's eyes.

"Ji Bai, classmate."

"I am now asking you a very serious question: Are you willing to return to your home country? Please answer truthfully!"

"Don't worry, we won't force you. If you have any requests, please feel free to make them!"

"Whether it's staffing, compensation, research funding, or laboratory construction, I have the authority to answer any questions on the spot."

"Of course, if you want to stay in the U.S., we respect your choice."

Ji Bai smiled slightly.

Then he spoke, saying seven words:

"I offer my blood to Xuanyuan!"

Counselor Liu was taken aback.

He worked in diplomacy for more than a decade, negotiating terms with countless people, doing ideological work, and dealing with all sorts of complex and delicate personal dependence relationships.

He has seen people demand 100 million yuan to return to China, people demand vice-ministerial level treatment before signing agreements, and people who, after obtaining American green cards, never answer calls from the embassy again.

But he had never seen anyone, at the age of eighteen, utter such a simple sentence in the face of the temptation of the world's most powerful nation.

The words are simple, but they have unparalleled power!

Perhaps that's a kind of romance that only Chinese people can understand!

Counselor Liu's gaze softened instantly.

What a spirited young man!

There were no conditions set, no haggling over the price, and not a moment's hesitation.

This 18-year-old boy, who possesses technology that can reshape the world order, remained unmoved even when offered exorbitant sums by top global investors.

However, time was of the essence, and Counselor Liu didn't have time to express his boundless admiration. He took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, and immediately got to the point:

"Ji Bai, the situation is urgent, so I'll keep it short. The US has not approved our application for a diplomatic flight route, and it has been delayed since yesterday."

"Their intention is clear: they want to keep you in the U.S., so we can't wait any longer."

"To avoid any unforeseen complications, you must immediately take a commercial airliner back to your country."

As he spoke, Counselor Liu took out a sealed document bag from his briefcase, opened it, and inside was a brand-new passport and an ID card, which he then pushed in front of Ji Bai.

"This is the new identity prepared for you. Professionals will help you with a simple disguise on the way, mainly adjusting your hairstyle, changing your glasses, and altering some visual habits. It won't be too complicated."

Since the US doesn't want to release him, he naturally can't use Ji Bai's identity to board the passenger plane.

They're even dragging their feet on national-level experts; they might just shoot down a small civilian airliner!

Ji Bai opened his passport, and the photo on the inside page was of someone who looked about 80% like him, and the name was also a very ordinary name.

The scene, the process, the encrypted escort with fake passports and fake names...

Why does this feel like Mission: Impossible?

Huh? What's the deal with Mission Impossible?

Forget it, now is not the time to think about this.

"Counselor Liu, is it really necessary to go to such lengths?"

Consul Liu nodded seriously, his expression showing no hint of joking.

"You may not fully understand your current importance, or the significance of room-temperature superconductivity."

"Of course, you are the inventor of this technology, but even if you understand the scientific value of room-temperature superconductivity, you certainly don't understand the US!"

"They'll do anything for profit!"

"So, if you'd like to return to your home country, we suggest you... immediately, right now!"

Ji Bai nodded.

Let's listen to the experts then.

"but……"

"But what?"

Consul Liu quickly pressed for details, his fingers unconsciously tightening around the handle of his briefcase, fearing that Ji Bai might make a request he couldn't handle at this crucial moment.

"Please don't have any reservations. Like I said, whatever your conditions are, just name them!"

Ji Bai shook his head, his expression very serious.

"No, I mean, there are still two million dollars in prize money for solving the Millennium Puzzle that we haven't claimed yet."

Counselor Liu suddenly felt dizzy.

Brother! What time is it?!

Do you know how much foreign affairs fund was spent in order to urgently obtain a false identity?

Counselor Liu glanced at Ji Bai with an extremely complex expression, then took a deep breath:

"Don't worry, our External Relations Department will cover the cost! I'll submit a report right away and get it approved! Two million US dollars, not a penny less!"

"Do you have any other questions?"

Ji Bai chuckled, stood up, stretched, and then waved to Counselor Liu.

"That's all. Wish me luck on my journey."

"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!"

Counselor Liu's face turned green instantly. This iron-willed diplomat, who never yielded an inch in front of the American political establishment, was so anxious that he almost jumped up to cover Ji Bai's mouth.

"You can't say 'Have a safe trip' when you're flying!"

"So what do we do now that we've already said that?"

Consul Liu paused for a moment, then, in a very serious tone, as if discussing a major diplomatic decision, offered an extremely unserious suggestion:

"Why don't you confess to the person you like and counteract the situation?"

Ji Bai thought for a moment.

"Then let's forget about it."

"What?" Counselor Liu asked, puzzled.

"I'm afraid I'll confess my feelings and get rejected!"

Counselor Liu: "..."

Secretary Chen: "..."

The staff: "..."