novel bin Chapter 49 I object!
Chapter 49 I object!
The teacup didn't break, but rolled around a few times on the thick carpet, soaking a small patch of his trousers with warm tea, though the chief remained completely oblivious.
The next second, he suddenly stood up from his chair.
This elderly man, who is usually as steady as a mountain, was moving as fast as a young man at this moment.
He walked around the huge desk in a few steps, rushed to Zhao Gang, and grabbed Zhao Gang's shoulders tightly with both hands, so tightly that Zhao Gang felt a stinging pain.
"Comrade Zhao Gang!"
The chief's voice trembled violently.
He stared intently at Zhao Gang.
"Is every word you said...true?!"
Meeting those bloodshot yet burning eyes, Zhao Gang straightened his back, his expression resolute.
"I swear on my life, it's absolutely true!" he said, his voice trembling.
"Sir, our civilization...is saved!"
"boom!"
These words, like a thunderclap, cleaved through the dark cloud of "despair" in the leader's heart.
He abruptly released his grip on Zhao Gang's shoulder.
He staggered back two steps, pacing excitedly back and forth in the office, muttering to himself:
"Great! That's wonderful!"
"Very good……"
As he walked, the old man, who had worked tirelessly for the country and its people, bearing the fate of the remaining 700 million people and whose hair had turned white, suddenly had tears welling up in his eyes.
Two streams of hot tears flowed down his face, tracing the wrinkles on his cheeks.
When Zhao Gang saw this scene, even this tough man felt a lump in his throat and his eyes reddened.
He knew the immense pressure this old man had been under these past two years. On the verge of apocalypse, when the whole world was in chaos, he had single-handedly held up the entire Great Xia Dynasty.
After a long while, the chief finally stopped. He raised his hand and forcefully wiped away the tears on his face with the back of his hand, regaining his composure.
But the light in his eyes was completely different from the tired glimmer he had seen before.
That is the light of hope, the fire that starts a prairie fire!
He turned around, walked quickly back to his desk, and pressed the red phone button on the desk.
"Xiao Li, notify the other four leaders that an emergency meeting will be held in Conference Room One in one hour!"
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Conference Room 1.
The air here seemed heavier than outside. The mahogany table gleamed, reflecting the calm light from the ceiling and the extremely serious faces on the table.
When they pushed open the door and saw Zhao Gang, everyone's heart skipped a beat.
Zhao Gang.
This name, now at the highest level of the Great Xia, itself represents a signal.
When he first appeared here, he brought the information about the "Great Slowdown of Earth". Subsequently, the "Ark" project was launched, and thirty-six underground mega-cities were secretly excavated around the world.
That was the first struggle of the Great Xia under the shadow of the apocalypse.
He appeared here a second time and reported Lin Mo's existence as a time traveler, and thus, the "New Hope" project was born.
For the first time, Da Xia turned its gaze to the magical continent called Terra, which was the first glimmer of light in the darkness.
And today is the third time.
The chief did not waste any time on the opening remarks.
He simply gestured with his eyes, and Zhao Gang stepped forward, revealing all the information Lin Mo had brought back about "Astral Teleportation" and the construction of two-way portals.
There were no PowerPoint presentations, no charts, only Zhao Gang's calm and clear recitation.
However, each word was like a bombshell, silently detonating in the conference room.
You could hear a pin drop.
Immediately following was a series of heavy, uncontrollable breaths.
A gray-haired leader in charge of the economy had his expression change rapidly, and he subconsciously reached for the pocket of his Zhongshan suit.
There, his nitroglycerin tablets were kept.
Beside him stood a high-ranking officer with a general's star on his shoulder; his knuckles were white from the force of his fist, and the muscles in his arms bulged out of his crisp military uniform.
"Old Zhao," his voice was a little hoarse, but his eyes were bright.
"Is that portal real?"
"Yes!" Zhao Gang replied decisively.
"The Holy Humans possess this technology!"
It's confirmed that this wasn't a hallucination or a joke!
His chest heaved rapidly, overcome with barely suppressed excitement.
"Comrades," the commander said, glancing around at the crowd. His usually bloodshot eyes now held a complex and unfathomable light.
"We have been searching for a way out, and now, a bright path has appeared."
He paused, then asked:
"Tell me, is this a godsend opportunity, or Pandora's box?"
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, the military commander slammed his hand on the table and abruptly stood up.
He was so excited that his face turned bright red.
"An opportunity! An enormous opportunity!"
"Our current situation is ten thousand times worse than any disaster that escaped from Pandora's box!"
"The planet beneath our feet is turning into a giant coffin!"
"What are we doing guarding it? Are we going to be buried with it?!"
"With this door, we can send troops over, drive tanks over, and load missiles over!"
"That's a new planet, a new home!"
The head of the economy adjusted his glasses and began to speak:
"I agree with Lao Yang's opinion, but we need to be more calm." He had recovered and his eyes gleamed with shrewdness.
"This is not just a matter of seeking refuge and expanding territory."
"This is a completely new world, meaning unlimited resources and an unlimited market!"
"Think about it. Our heavy industry, forced to shut down due to the disaster, and the steel, cement, and machine tools piling up in warehouses—they're a burden to us, but what do they mean to a different world still in the age of cold weapons?"
"We can trade our cheapest industrial goods for their magical ores, rare magical plants, and even biological materials with amazing effects!"
"This deal is enough to instantly revitalize our national economy, which has been brought to a standstill by the disaster!"
"It will allow our factories to roar back to life, and enable hundreds of millions of people to find work again and have a hot meal!"
"Life won't be so hard then!"
"There's also the level of civilization," added a bespectacled, refined-looking official in charge of culture and technology.
"If the longevity genes of the Elven race can be analyzed, the lifespan limit of humans will be broken."
"The rune technology of the dwarves is a completely different technological system from our physical laws. It may be able to solve countless bottlenecks in our energy and materials science."
"And the spatial magic of the Holy Human Race..."
As he said this, a hint of almost obsessive longing appeared in his eyes.
"If we could grasp even one ten-thousandth of its secrets, it would represent a dimensional leap for our entire civilization!"
Every word these people uttered struck a chord in everyone's hearts, painting a dazzling and mesmerizing picture of the future.
However, amidst this frenzied atmosphere, a discordant voice rang out.
"I object!"