Our great nation of China traverses the multiverse.

Coming to his senses, Elder Qian had some doubts.

"We checked. The video footage arrived, but the person didn't. They just appeared out of thin air. The surveillance footage has been taken into custody."

Hu Weijian spoke in a serious tone, enunciating each word clearly and distinctly.

"Really?"

Old Master Qian's eyes widened slightly, and he immediately began pacing back and forth. After a moment, he solemnly gave the order:

"Go and make contact immediately, test the waters, I'll be right there!"

"Yes!"

Hu Weijian was also decisive and efficient, living up to his reputation as a valiant general under Elder Qian. He accepted the order without hesitation and hung up the phone.

Over here, Elder Qian came to his senses, his eyes filled with disbelief, and the shock and doubt in his heart could not be calmed for a long time.

Xiao Hu, Hu Weijian, was parachuted into Sichuan Province to be in charge of grain. He was one of his most capable subordinates, tasked with cracking down on those who tried to manipulate grain supplies. After the National Security Bureau confirmed his words, Elder Qian believed them!

and so……

He pulled up the video sent by the National Security Bureau again.

It's no wonder he was suspicious; the whole thing was just too bizarre!

Only when he saw the white iron man appear out of thin air did he clench his fist.

It's all true!

"Mr. Qian, is this a video conference with the US president?"

At this moment, noticing the call had been interrupted, the secretary came in and whispered a reminder to Elder Qian.

"Cancel it! Arrange a plane for me! I need to go to Sichuan Province immediately!"

Old Master Qian waved his hand.

Video conferencing? What's the point of even having one?!

"Rejected? What... what excuse is that?"

The secretary was a little confused by what the old man said. After all, this was the head of state, and the man was still waiting. He dared not make up any excuses.

"Just say our web server crashed!"

The situation was urgent, and there was no time to worry about anything else. After saying that, Old Qian hung up the phone.

US President?

Let it sit for now!

"Wow, the server crashed?!"

Upon hearing Elder Qian's subsequent explanation, the secretary blinked in bewilderment.

How could he possibly say such a reason?

"What? Your web server crashed for unknown reasons and is currently being repaired?"

On the other end of the phone, the US ambassador hung up, looking completely bewildered.

He glanced at the phone call between himself and the US president's secretary with some suspicion.

No,

How could he possibly remember that, back then, for the sake of data security...

Does the US embassy's route also have to go through the server of the major Eastern power?

Although that was a publicly available line,

But these high-level dialogues also use public channels, right?

I can still combo normally, what are you doing?!

However, there was no other way. The other party had stated the reason directly, so he had to bite the bullet and use the embassy's public line, which passed through the Eastern superpower's server, to send a message to the US president's secretary explaining that the Eastern superpower's server had crashed and the call had been postponed.

US Presidential Secretary: ? ? ?

WTF!

Chapter 520: The truth is revealed

In a plain in Sichuan Province,

"Grandpa, I'm really not a god, look at my icon!"

Fang Jing rubbed his head, looked at the old man who rushed up and grabbed his leg, and explained softly with some helplessness.

He had just transmigrated here when he tripped and fell flat on his face.

But who could have imagined?

Just as the smart assistant finished its check, a dark-skinned old man rushed over, grabbed his leg, and shouted things like "God, God" or something similar.

"I saw you fall from the sky with my own eyes!"

Yang Mingzhong couldn't care less about any of that at this point.

Regardless of whether it's a deity or not, as long as it can save this grain, isn't that enough?

"Please, you must save this grain! Otherwise, people might starve to death next year!"

Talking,

On the old man's dark, thin face, tears immediately welled up in his eyes, which were as clear and innocent as a lake.

"People are starving to death?!"

Seemingly having triggered some keyword, Fang Jing immediately straightened up, helped the old man in front of him to his feet, and solemnly said:

"Don't worry, old man, with me here, no one will starve to death!"

"Can you save these grains infected with the wilt virus?"

Upon hearing Fang Jing's affirmative tone, Yang Mingzhong's eyes immediately filled with hope, as if he had found his pillar of support.

"Wilder virus..."

Fang Jing gently shook his head, confidently straightened his back, and said loudly:

"Old man, just wait for my good news!"

The wilt virus—finding a way to crack it will definitely take some time.

However, there are other ways to solve the food problem!

Don't forget the fast-growing crop seeds that Old Zhu specifically asked you to bring!

and,

Even if these seeds don't work, he's still willing to go all out!

At worst, I'll become a human transport machine and bring food from this universe!

"Okay, okay, I'm relieved to hear that!"

Yang Mingzhong's idea was simple: after hearing Fang Jing's assurance, he went back to taking care of his rice.

Seeing him bend over and put his straw hat back on, Fang Jing stood quietly in place.

Since this universe entered the interstellar age,

He hadn't seen this "primitive" farming method in a long time.

At that moment, he wasn't thinking about anything else; there was only one thing on his mind:

Once the portal opens, we must send this old man to a school for training, and then use mechanized and intelligent farming methods to fill every inch of this plain with grain, so that he can feel joy when he sees rice paddies everywhere!

As expected, we still need to use large machines!

"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!"

Just then, a rapid, spiraling sound rang out. Looking at the dark green helicopter bearing the designation of a certain southwestern military unit, Fang Jing, who was sitting on the edge of the field, slowly stood up.

He turned his head and suddenly laughed at Yang Mingzhong, who was weeding a few steps away:

"The people who are here to pick me up have arrived, old man. I'll make sure you get to cultivate thousands of acres of land in the future, the kind of land where crops never wither for no reason!"

"Several thousand acres? That's too much. It'll kill me. If the crops don't die, I'll just need a hundred acres. Ten acres will feed my family, and the remaining ninety acres will be given to the production team to support our fellow countrymen who are starving!"

Yang Mingzhong smiled, revealing his yellowed teeth, and waved with his withered hand, bidding farewell while looking expectantly at Fang Jing.

"Hahaha, I always keep my word!"

Hearing the old man's words, Fang Jing felt a warm feeling in his heart for some reason.

Fang Jing only turned around after the helicopter carefully landed on the flat ground of the road and the special forces in combat uniforms jumped out.

The person who came to pick me up has arrived!

"What happened? Oh no! How could the wind have blown down a whole field of rice!"

As a result, their voices were heard before they were seen.

Behind the special forces soldiers, Hu Weijian, dressed simply, looked at the many rice plants blown down to the side with a look of despair.