I, disguised as a white dragon, was supported by the state.

After consulting Bai Lin a few days ago, he has already reported the matter.

Director Zhao's idea was to have these people return to their units and first teach the skills on a small scale within their respective special forces units, and then see if they could expand the scale depending on the situation.

Those who were able to join this temporary security team were all elite special forces soldiers selected from among thousands.

Upon hearing the soldiers' voices, Lei Yao frowned.

"Dinner's almost ready, what's the rush? Get back to training!" he yelled. "Train until you drop dead, train until you drop!"

In the past, he would practice until he was starving and his stomach was burning and cramping, and he would persist until he finished the last move before stopping.

Eating under these circumstances will feel especially refreshing.

He guessed that this was a test of willpower, and also the power of this boxing style!

It not only trains the body, but also the willpower!

In fact, he persevered for so many days without any problems.

His physique is getting stronger and stronger. A few days ago, he punched the training sandbag and shattered it!

The other soldiers watching this scene secretly groaned, but had no choice but to endure the intense hunger.

Seeing the soldier return to his position, Lei Yao nodded in satisfaction.

Those who become special forces soldiers have all been forged through life-or-death trials!

He believed that these people could definitely hold on.

"It looks like they've all mastered it. I'll practice with them tomorrow and set a good example for these guys!" Lei Yao thought to himself.

Just as he was pondering this, a faint, eerie voice suddenly rang out.

"You should feed them."

Lei Yao turned around abruptly, only to find that there was nothing behind him.

A sudden sound of water breaking came.

He looked back again and saw the white dragon's agile body emerge from the lake.

The white dragon's tail was still in the water, while half of its body was raised high, looking down at everyone.

"Mr. Bai!" the soldiers greeted him.

They saw Bai Lin every morning, which made them used to his presence, and they no longer felt the apprehension they had when they first arrived.

The matter of "Dragon Fist" made them even more grateful to Bai Lin.

Lei Yao followed and bowed.

“Martial arts can enhance your qi and blood, but without sufficient food to replenish it, it will instead deplete your body’s vital energy,” Bai Lin said. “Over time, it will damage your foundation, leading to a shortened lifespan at best, and sudden death at worst!”

Everyone's expression changed.

Zhang Yu's face, which was tanned dark by the sun, had become much paler.

He never expected this to happen.

He thought this was a test of his will!

"Fortunately, you are beginners, so going hungry a few times won't have a big impact," Bai Lin added. "But eating at any time during cultivation, eating more meat, and taking herbs that replenish qi and blood to keep your body in peak condition will be more helpful for your cultivation!"

Hearing him say that, Lei Yao's expression softened a bit.

"Thank you for reminding me, Mr. Bai, otherwise I would have made a terrible mistake!" he said, still shaken.

"Show me a set," Bai Lin said.

Lei Yao assumed a starting stance and earnestly performed a set of "Dragon Fist".

It took nearly ten minutes to complete one set of punches.

A layer of visible steam rose from his forehead, his face was flushed, and his eyes were bright.

"Overall it's good, but there are still some details that need to be adjusted..." Bai Lin pointed out the unreasonable aspects of his boxing technique.

As he explained, Lei Yao gestured casually and was surprised to find that his boxing technique had become much smoother after Bai Lin's guidance.

He became even more grateful.

"Mr. Bai is so skilled, could it be that he actually invented this boxing style?" This thought suddenly popped into his mind.

When he couldn't help but ask, he found that Bai Lin had already disappeared.

When he turned around, he found that his soldiers were staring at him with envious eyes.

Lei Yao understood the reason after a moment's thought.

Bai Lin's special appearance to remind and guide him in practicing "Dragon Fist" clearly indicates that their relationship is much closer than that of ordinary people.

Thinking that he had gained the favor of a dragon, he felt a little proud.

"We owe a great deal to Mr. Bai this time!"

"Dr. Zhang was right, Mr. Bai is indeed clear about right and wrong!" he thought to himself.

"It's a discerning and auspicious dragon!"

……

"Those damn Sartre people have no sense of propriety whatsoever!"

The man, with his large belly protruding, took a sip of wine and muttered curses.

"What did they do to make Lao Liu so angry?" Guan Mingfei asked with a smile.

His appointment was announced some time ago, and the probationary period has now passed.

Several old classmates invited him to a get-together under the guise of celebrating his birthday, and he gladly accepted.

The man he called Lao Liu worked in the Aviation Industry Department, where he was responsible for some external affairs.

The others also inquired.

Old Liu glanced at the door of the private room, thinking it wasn't anything confidential, and complained, "It's about arms sales. Half a year ago, the Crown Prince of Sate visited us and happened to see that the Indians' mixed-use aircraft were getting thrashed by our exported planes. So he brought up the idea of ​​buying our fighter jets..."

"We've been busy for half a year, working on plans and adjusting configurations for them... The technology transfer and training issues have dragged on for a long time. Just when things were about to be finalized, they turned around and wanted to buy fighter jets from the United States!"

When the matter was mentioned, Lao Liu was full of resentment.

He spearheaded this project, working tirelessly until his legs almost gave out, only to find it all came to nothing. This caused resentment among the employees of several companies, who felt he was wasting his time.

"I guess they weren't really interested in buying from the start," someone analyzed. "They probably wanted to use this to pressure Sam to lower the price!"

Old Liu sighed.

“The Sarts have been getting closer to us in recent years because they want more options. Their ties with the United States are quite deep,” Guan Mingfei said. “Although they have bought some of our weapons and equipment, their current weapons are mainly from the United States, especially fighter jets…”

Old Liu shook his head: "Of course I know that, but they spoke so righteously at the time, saying they wanted to start by purchasing fighter jets to gradually replace the weapons of the United States. Who would have thought that these people were not sincere at all!"

The others joined in the criticism.

These women in white headscarves are by no means "foolish and rich"; on the contrary, they are shrewd and even somewhat cunning.

They played both Sam and Daxia well, reaping the benefits.

When someone wanted to open a second bottle after finishing the first, Guan Mingfei stopped them.

Although it was a private dinner, he didn't want to drink too much, lest he be nagged by his wife when he got home.

They're all old friends, so naturally the others won't insist.

After drinking two cups of tea, Guan Mingfei felt his head clear up a bit.

He asked, "Did they sign a contract with Sam's side?"

Old Liu shook his head: "I don't know. Anyway, they're keeping us waiting. I only found out about this from other sources."

“There is a chance we can snatch it back!” Guan Mingfei said.

……

Chapter 45 Miracle Medicine

"You have a solution?" Old Liu's eyes lit up.

Although he verbally abused the Sartres, he was still eager to facilitate the deal.

The price they offered was not low, and the matter was of great significance.

"Stop keeping me in suspense, tell me your good idea quickly," someone said.

He works for a military industrial group.

If fighter jets can be sold abroad, wouldn't the export of other conventional weapons also be expanded?

Guan Mingfei laughed and said, "I heard that the crown prince has a very beloved young son who is seriously ill and has been bedridden for several years without a cure..."

The others had heard the news to varying degrees and nodded in agreement.

“Have you heard?” Guan Mingfei said, “a few months ago, a young scientist from our area returned to China. He was on the verge of death, but he was saved?”

"It seems like that's true," Old Liu pondered.

"You mean that miracle drug?" a well-informed person said. "I heard that Director Zhao personally found a master of traditional Chinese medicine to prepare it, and many people are begging for it..."

"Is it really that miraculous?" someone asked. "Can it cure all diseases?"

"That's what's being said," said the person who spoke first. "You know that leader from the propaganda department, right? The one who rarely showed up before, but has been appearing frequently lately?"

"I heard he has cancer..." someone said.

"It was this miraculous medicine that cured me!" the man said decisively.

Some people were skeptical, but many more became eager to try.

Guan Mingfei remained calm.

He heard it from his daughter.

That miraculous medicine seems to be related to the mysterious base she was in.

According to her, this medicine can cure all diseases.

She has two allowances as employee benefits.

At first, he was skeptical, but after making some targeted inquiries, he realized that it was probably true.

This made him wonder if there was a miracle doctor, like Hua Tuo, at his daughter's workplace, and that his daughter was assisting him in his work.

Could the miracle doctor's surname be Bai?

The conversation naturally shifted to this miraculous medicine.

They found it unbelievable, but the examples were there, leaving them no choice but to believe it.

Only Lao Liu remained silent.

The more he thought about it, the more useful Guan Mingfei's suggestion seemed.

It seems that the power to dispose of the miracle drug should be in Director Zhao's hands.

Director Zhao's rank is too high for him to reach, but he can report it to the ministry.

If this matter can be brought to fruition, it will likely have an impact not only on Great Xia's fighter jets and foreign arms sales, but could also serve as a symbolic signal.

How much of a reaction will it cause in the international community when people learn that Great Xia has such a miraculous medicine that can save people suffering from all kinds of terminal diseases?

Those at the top of the power structure value their lives very much!

If such a miraculous medicine truly existed, then it would be nothing more than bait.

Those who wish to obtain the divine medicine must not antagonize the Great Xia Dynasty!

……

Seven days later.

Old Liu was summoned by Director Zhao.

He was overjoyed upon hearing the news.

He had only written a report and submitted it with the intention of giving it a try, never expecting to actually receive a response.

This made him even more convinced of the efficacy of the miracle drug.