Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

"It wasn't hard work, just breastfeeding the baby. My cousin and Zhang Qiang took turns holding the baby, so I really didn't lift a finger. I just missed you~"

She was telling the truth. The three babies do nothing but eat and sleep now. Apart from feeding them on time, she doesn't have to worry about them at all—there are too many "Andy Laus" around, each one vying to hold them.

My wife said... she misses me?

"Hmm... I miss you too." Zhou Yanshen pursed his lips, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he felt hot all over. He simply took off his shirt, revealing his strong upper body and the muscle lines that even the bandages couldn't hide.

Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the young woman's face with its red lips and white teeth, her eyes sparkling like a doe's as she looked at him...

Thump thump!

My heart was pounding so hard that all the restraint and self-control I had built up over the past few days in the hospital, on the plane, and in the courtyard house were thrown to the back of my mind at this moment.

Su Wanqing seemed not to notice at all, only blinking her eyes: "Come and eat something, I saved a whole table for you~~"

That delicate voice, those alluring red lips... Zhou Yanshen was completely captivated!

"We'll eat that later."

Let's eat from this side first.

Su Wanqing cried out "Ouch!" as she was lifted up in her arms. "Yan Shen, what are you doing? Don't crush the baby!"

"Okay. I'll put them on the table so they won't get in the way."

Su Wanqing said this with a reproachful tone, but the corners of her mouth secretly turned up.

Little Zhou Yanshen, you can handle him.

·

The next morning, Su Wanqing finished breakfast feeling refreshed, leaving Zhou Yanshen, who was also in high spirits, to take the three kids out to play. She then followed Secretary Zhou to the conference hall where the inspection team was showcasing products and technical information.

Although the two of them didn't actually do *that* last night, they did do some things that are best left unsaid.

In short, both of them experienced a degree of relaxation, and Zhou Yanshen even felt a strong sense of déjà vu, as if a "door to a new world had been opened."

Is that even possible?

What about all his forbearance these past few days?

Sigh! Anyway, Su Wanqing shook off the messy, lewd thoughts in her mind and stepped into the conference hall.

The conference hall was very large, displaying samples and technical data brought by the two inspection teams. The most eye-catching thing was the supercomputer in the center—the huge mainframe cabinet occupied most of one wall, and the dense cables and flashing indicator lights filled the entire exhibition hall with a kind of oppressive feeling of being high up.

The things the organization had been longing to buy were now sitting there quietly, visible and tangible, yet held tightly by someone who wouldn't let go.

When Su Wanqing arrived, the Marshal was being blocked at the door with a group of technical experts and people from the Ministry of Foreign Trade. A large group of people were peering longingly through the door at the supercomputer.

Several foreign bodyguards were blocking the doorway, arms crossed and chins held high. "You can wait here. Mr. Anderson and Mr. Smith haven't woken up yet. We'll let you in when they've rested enough."

After saying that, he let out a haughty snort.

"Ugh, those bastards, they're just leaving the door open on purpose to make us envious and give us a hard time. Seeing the stuff there but not being able to touch it is even more torturous than having the door closed."

When Su Wanqing arrived, she heard the marshal gritting his teeth and cursing at the person next to him.

She peeked into the conference hall and saw quite a few items on display. She then asked, "Marshal, is the organization mainly after that supercomputer? Is there anything else they'd like to buy?"

The marshal stared longingly at the exhibition hall. "Although that supercomputer is a model that they have phased out and is a generation behind—the Americans are unlikely to sell us their latest model—it is still several orders of magnitude better than our current computing power. We must buy it, no matter what the cost."

Also, Xiao Su, look over there—"

He pointed to the other side of the exhibition hall, "Over there is a complete aircraft engine and avionics system brought by Boeing, and next to it is a precision CNC machine tool brought by General Electric. We are very envious of these things, but unfortunately, they are all ridiculously expensive, each one is priced exorbitantly."

Su Wanqing listened carefully and did some mental calculations. She now had three opportunities to get a tenfold return every day, so today she could first get the supercomputer and another item that was the most expensive and urgently needed.

As for the rest, she can deal with them slowly after she goes to the United States. There's no need to consider engines and avionics; she currently has dozens of top-notch aircraft in her space, enough for the organization to take back and study at its own pace.

That fine rice CNC machine tool can be returned tenfold.

"Marshal, I have a favor to ask—I would like to go in and observe these things on my own. I need some time to confirm some things."

The marshal frowned. Observe alone? That would be a bit difficult. The key issue was that these things didn't belong to them; they were treasures held tightly in the hands of those foreigners. They guarded them like thieves, protecting them more closely than if they were covering their own backsides, fearing that someone would steal their technology.

"If we can confirm it, maybe I can get my hands on it too."

Remembering the things and technology Su Wanqing had contributed before, the marshal gritted his teeth and made a decision: "Alright, I'll figure something out for you! If we can get it, great; if not, forget it! I transferred a lot of foreign exchange from the Ministry of Foreign Trade yesterday; if all else fails, we can buy it!"

Su Wanqing silently added in her mind: "Nothing you buy is as good as something you get for free."

The marshal, along with a group of experts and technicians, stood anxiously outside the door for an hour.

The other party arrived late, with Anderson and Smith walking at the front, their faces bearing that arrogant smile that made people grit their teeth in hatred.

"You know this, right? It's a fuel control system for aircraft engines, which can precisely control combustion efficiency. Although it's an outdated product from the previous generation, even if you had ten more years, you still couldn't build it with your current industrial capabilities. The technology transfer fee plus the product is only $500 million."

The marshal and his group dared not speak out against the injustice, despite the price being five times higher!

"They're giving us their discarded junk and insisting on charging us exorbitant prices."

"Sigh, what can I do if I don't buy it? If I don't buy it, I won't even have any junk."

The marshal's heart was bleeding, but he could only force a smile. "Alright, we'll buy it."

This thing is actually optional, but the other party insists on bundling it with the supercomputer contract and selling it together. If you don't buy this, they won't sell you the supercomputer.

"This is our latest integrated avionics system. If you want to build a civil aviation fleet, without this system, the aircraft is just a metal shell. $300 million!"

A 6x premium!

"Fine, buy it!" the marshal gritted his teeth.

Finally, it was the supercomputer's turn.

Smith stepped forward, his expression one of condescending sarcasm: "You all know this. Your country's weather forecasting still relies on hand-cranked calculators and abacuses, doesn't it? It takes several months to calculate national meteorological data. I remember a few years ago you had a massive flood, precisely because you couldn't calculate accurate rainfall forecasts. By the time the results came out, the floods had already inundated three provinces, and I don't need to remind you how many people died, do I?"