Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

A luxury suite in a hotel catering to foreign guests.

The heavy velvet curtains completely blocked out the wind, snow, and lights from outside the window.

Only the military-grade radio receiver on the table emitted a faint, eerie green light.

Paul Smith was wearing a silk bathrobe and professional monitoring headphones.

His hands were gripping the table tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"Drip...rustling..."

All I heard through the headphones was a monotonous static and a dead tone.

Paul's brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

Several hours had passed since the Chinese cook took the listening device.

Did that idiot take the money and then throw the stuff away?

Or... were they discovered by Chinese security personnel?

Thinking of this, Paul broke out in a cold sweat.

If this mission fails, the wrath from headquarters will be something he absolutely cannot bear.

Just as Paul was feeling agitated and was about to take off his headphones...

suddenly!

"Shasha... Brother Chen, could you please lay out these blueprints for me? I need to double-check the generator's rotor parameters..."

A child's voice, tender and clear, yet with exceptionally clear pronunciation.

Without warning, it blared in Paul's headphones!

Paul sprang up as if he had been electrocuted.

His deep blue eyes widened instantly, and an uncontrollable surge of ecstasy erupted from them.

connected!

That Chinese cook really did put a bugging device in the secret laboratory!

Moreover, the first thing they did was check the parameters of the core generator!

"God, praise be to you!"

Paul was so excited he was trembling. He frantically rummaged through the drawer and pulled out a codebook and a pen.

Like a thirsty sponge, they pressed the headphones tightly against their ears, afraid of missing even a single syllable.

The conversation continued through the earphones.

"Huaimin, isn't the magnetic field cutting line of this rotor a bit too dense? Can the coils handle it?"

It was a deep, resonant male voice, probably belonging to the security captain in charge of security.

"It's alright, Brother Chen."

The child's voice rang out again, carrying a confidence and composure beyond its years.

"The core of this miniature high-burst motor lies in the 'reverse magnetic levitation cutting matrix'."

"Write this down: The first set of coils has 3,600 turns, using a cross-overlapping method; the spacing between the second set of induction coils must be accurate to 0.05 millimeters..."

"Furthermore, the core rotor's rotational speed must exceed the critical point, reaching 150,000 revolutions per minute!"

Paul gasped when he heard this.

150,000 revolutions per minute?!

Reverse magnetic levitation cutting matrix?!

These concepts are simply like a fantasy!

But amidst the shock, Paul's pen danced rapidly across the paper, jotting down every number and technical term.

He knew that these seemingly absurd data were very likely the true essence of the super black technology mastered by the Chinese!

"Quick! Tell me more! Tell me the formula for the alloy material too!"

Paul screamed wildly in his heart, his eyes bloodshot with extreme excitement.

At this time.

Inside the heavily guarded, secret laboratory at the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill.

The truth, however, was enough to cause Paul to vomit blood and die on the spot.

On the spacious worktable.

There were no blueprints at all, and no parameters were being checked.

Zhang Huaimin was sitting cross-legged, holding a nine-linked ring in his hand, twisting it around idly.

On the small table in front of him, the black bugging device lay quietly.

Chen Bing, on the other hand, sat on a chair to the side.

Holding a teacup in his hand, he watched Zhang Huaimin's every move, his lips curling up wildly, his shoulders shaking from trying to suppress his laughter.

"Brother Chen, try to look natural and don't laugh out loud."

Zhang Huaimin glanced at Chen Bing, his clear eyes filled with cunning and mockery.

"We're here to 'show our warmth' to our international friends, so we need to be serious."

Chen Bing quickly covered his mouth, took two deep breaths, and managed to suppress his laughter.

"Huaimin, what were you just reciting... reverse maglev, 150,000 revolutions..."

Chen Bing lowered his voice and asked curiously.

"If that thing were actually made, would it even be able to rotate?"

"Transfer? Transfer my ass."

Zhang Huaimin rolled his eyes and threw the nine-linked rings in his hand onto the table.

"With those fabricated parameters, let alone 150,000 revolutions per minute. Once the speed exceeds 3,000, the magnetic field inside will collapse instantly."

"That's not called a generator, that's called a self-destructing giant iron ball."

Zhang Huaimin extended a delicate white finger and gently tapped the bugging device.

In fact, he didn't say anything at all.

Paul just heard everything in the earpiece, all the top-secret parameters.

All of these were in Zhang Huaimin's mind.

Utilize the "signal reverse positioning and electrical pulse generator characteristics" of the system integration!

A flawless virtual audio signal generated out of thin air, simulated by bio-electromagnetic waves!

What's this called?

This is called the "misinformation generation trait"!

A dimensional reduction attack, impossible to defend against!

Even if Paul were incredibly smart, he would never have imagined this.

What he held dear as his "top secret" turned out to be a "death warrant" tailor-made for him by a five-year-old child using the system!

"This foreigner really likes to eavesdrop."

A cold smile curled at the corner of Zhang Huaimin's lips.

"Then I'll give him a big gift so he can take it back and 'study it' carefully."

He could imagine it.

Those top Western scientists across the ocean.

He held this "top secret blueprint" that he had deliberately incorporated into a logical deadlock and a conflict of microscopic magnetic fields.

They eagerly input the data into their prized supercomputer for simulation.

That scene must have been spectacular.

"Brother Chen, the show's been set up enough, let's get ready to wrap things up."

Zhang Huaimin jumped off the worktable and stretched out a big yawn.

"Have Grandpa Zhou's men keep a close eye on that restaurant. These next few days, Mr. Paul will probably be ecstatic."

Chen Bing stood up, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

"Understood! We'll weave this net tight!"

In the luxury suite of a hotel catering to foreign guests.

Paul Smith has already received the ten-minute "top secret conversation" that came through the bugging device.

I wrote it down word for word.

He looked at the complex formulas and mechanical parameters that filled two large sheets of paper.

I was so excited that my whole body was shaking.

"Success! I've obtained the most advanced technology from the Chinese!"

Paul ripped off his headphones and kissed the paper hard.

He seemed to have already seen it.

He returned to the West with this blueprint that was enough to change the world order.

He was personally received by the president and awarded the highest honor medal, which marked the beginning of his meteoric rise to power and immense influence!

"Idiots! A bunch of pathetic idiots!"

Paul laughed wildly, and even started dancing awkwardly on the soft carpet of the suite.

"What Red Star Steel Rolling Mill? What secret laboratory!"

"They're as fragile as a piece of paper in the face of money and our great American agents!"

He rushed impatiently to a hidden compartment in the corner of the room.

A high-powered miniature encrypted radio was quickly assembled.

"Beep beep beep... beep beep..."

Accompanied by the crisp sound of telegraph keypad clicks.

Paul presented this fabricated data, which he considered a "national treasure," along with his own exaggerated self-promotion.

It transforms into a series of encrypted radio waves.

Under the cover of night, they frantically sent messages to the Western spy headquarters across the ocean.

The telegram has been sent.

Paul let out a long sigh of relief and slumped into his chair.

He picked up the glass of whiskey and drank it all in one gulp.

His face wore a proud and ferocious smile, like that of a victor.

At this time.

In the confidential laboratory of Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill.

Zhang Huaimin was leaning on the windowsill, looking at the dark night sky outside.

The cold wind howled, and the low-hanging dark clouds in the sky seemed to be brewing an even more violent blizzard.

"The wind is about to change."

Zhang Huaimin looked out the window, his clear eyes sparkling with an all-knowing wisdom.

The first half of the grand scheme in Volume 3 has been perfectly laid out and brought to a close.

This "big bomb" planted in the enemy's heart has already been detonated.

We're just waiting for the moment when the sparks burn out.