I, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, am being kept by the state.

Zhao Gang knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"Director Chen! I was wrong! I really just acted impulsively!"

Zhao Gang cried with snot and tears streaming down his face. "My brother-in-law keeps pestering me, saying he'd give me five million if I just let him see the Dragon God once... My family is really short of money lately, my wife is sick, and my child is going abroad..."

That's enough.

Chen Dong waved his hand dismissively, interrupting his attempt to play the victim.

"Need money?"

The staff involved in the Dragon Lord's affairs enjoy extremely high welfare benefits, so how could they possibly lack money?

Chen Dong stood up, walked up to Zhao Gang, and looked down at him.

"Zhao Gang, do you think this is just a tourist attraction? Just a ticket?"

"Do you think that as long as you do it discreetly, the higher-ups won't find out?"

Zhao Gang trembled and dared not speak.

You're wrong.

Chen Dong pointed out the window to the mountaintop shrouded in mist.

"In the past, if you were guilty of embezzlement and bribery, that would be a matter for the Discipline Inspection Commission and the law."

"But now, you're pulling strings right under the Dragon Lord's nose."

Chen Dong's voice suddenly rose, filled with a suffocating rage.

"Do you know that the Dragon Lord can hear the entire city?"

"Do you know that if he wanted to, he could see right through your filthy heart?!"

"If he feels that we are using him as a tool to amass wealth, or as a bargaining chip for power-money transactions..."

Chen Dong took a deep breath, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

"Then it won't just be you losing your head."

"The entire Dragon Kingdom will lose this opportunity!"

"That was a national tragedy!"

Zhao Gang collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.

He finally realized the enormity of his mistake.

He wasn't touching the cake.

It is the fate of the nation.

"Drag it down."

Chen Dong turned away and refused to look at him again.

"Transfer him to a military court. Investigate his background, and leave no one involved alive."

"In addition, inform all staff."

Chen Dong looked at the guard standing at the door, his tone icy.

"Tell everyone that if anyone dares to lay a finger on this project, I'll chop off their claws."

"No matter who is behind him, no matter how great his achievements are."

"Before the dragon, all living beings are equal."

"yes!"

The guard saluted and dragged Zhao Gang, who was lying there like a dead dog, out.

The office returned to silence.

Wang Yijun walked out from behind the screen and sighed.

"To make an example of someone?"

"We have no choice but to kill him."

Chen Dong rubbed his temples, then sat back down wearily. "This is only the beginning, and people are already so restless. If we don't take strong measures, how will we manage things in the future?"

"What about the Dragon Lord..."

"I have reported the facts truthfully."

Chen Dong gave a wry smile. "Dragon Lord only replied with two words."

Which two words?

"Boring."

Wang Yijun was taken aback, then burst into laughter.

Yes.

To a true dragon that looks down upon all living beings, the petty schemes and calculations of humankind are indeed quite uninteresting.

It's like watching ants tearing each other apart over a single grain of rice.

"However, there is good news as well."

Chen Dong took out another list from the drawer, and a smile finally appeared on his face.

"The first batch of specially invited guests has been confirmed."

"These one hundred people are the backbone of our Dragon Kingdom."

……

Northwest, a top-secret research base.

An elderly man with a full head of white hair was hunched over a table covered with scratch paper, holding a steamed bun in his hand, but he didn't take a bite for a long time.

His name is Qian Youmin.

A leading figure in China's nuclear physics community, he remained anonymous for thirty years, forging the strongest shield for the nation.

"Old Qian."

The guard gently pushed open the door, holding a red envelope in his hands, his expression solemn.

"An urgent shipment from Longcheng."

Mr. Qian paused for a moment, put down the steamed bun, and tremblingly took the envelope.

turn on.

A golden card slid out, shimmering with a faint spiritual light.

[Special Invitation: We cordially invite Mr. Qian Youmin to climb Yufeng Mountain and observe the dragon.]

The signature reads: Dragon Kingdom Divine Dragon Affairs Bureau.

Old Qian's hands began to tremble.

Throughout his life, he adhered to materialism and studied atomic collisions.

But the true dragon was born.

The old scientist's worldview collapsed and then rebuilt.

That's not superstition.

That is a higher-dimensional form of life.

That was the ultimate truth he sought to explore throughout his life.

"I...can I go?"

Mr. Qian's voice was choked with emotion.

"The commander said so."

With red-rimmed eyes, the guard stood tall and said, "You are a hero of the nation. The Dragon God protected China, and you guarded China while the Dragon God slept."

"You are the most qualified to go."

Mr. Qian took off his reading glasses and raised his hand to wipe the corner of his eye.

He has spent his whole life dealing with numbers and atoms, and has never believed in ghosts or gods.

But today, his hands are shaking.

"good……"

He took a deep breath and pressed the golden card to his chest as if he were holding the most precious treasure in the world.

"I have spent decades building nuclear weapons for the country, and I have never thought of myself as anything special."

Mr. Qian's voice was soft, yet very steady.

"But today, I feel it was all worth it."

He stood up, his back ramrod straight.

"Get the car ready, let's go to Longcheng."

……

The same scene played out across the Dragon Kingdom.

On the Sichuan-Western Plateau, a rural teacher who had been teaching for twenty years held that card and cried like a child.

On the northeastern border, a veteran who had guarded the outpost for thirty years gave a standard military salute to the card.

In the water towns of Jiangnan, an environmental worker who has been working to clean up polluted rivers for fifteen years holds a card above his head, tears dripping onto his muddy shoes.

They all thought that their efforts were simply doing what they were supposed to do.

Unexpectedly, the nation remembers.

The entire nation of China was abuzz with excitement when the list of one hundred specially invited guests was announced online.

"This is a true national hero!"

"I'm impressed. There isn't a single celebrity or tycoon on this list; they are all people who have truly shed blood and sweat for the country."

"Professor Qian! My grandfather met him at the nuclear base back then and said he was a true pillar of the nation!"

"I know that volunteer teacher! She could have stayed in a big city as a professor, but she chose to teach in the mountains and never got married..."

"This is what the descendants of the dragon should be like."

In the comments section, countless people are sharing and paying tribute.

Those who had complained about not winning a ticket are now silent.

Because they knew that these one hundred people deserved this honor.