To the First Emperor of Qin: The state has decreed this!

The sound startled Tingquan, and he almost dropped his phone.

"Who?"

He asked the question instinctively, feeling puzzled.

Who could it be so late?

He didn't order takeout today, and his assistant had already left work long ago.

With a question in his mind, he stood up from his chair, walked towards the door, and casually replied:

"They're here."

He thought it was the property management or a neighbor who had gone to the wrong door.

However, when he peered through the peephole, his pupils contracted instantly.

Outside the door!

The person standing there wasn't a deliveryman, a security guard, or a drunkard.

Instead, it was a strange man dressed in a black suit with a serious expression.

He stood ramrod straight, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

Behind him, in the shadows of the corridor, stood two other black figures.

A pressure made him feel short of breath.

Who are these people?

His heart began to race, and the thought of calling the police vanished instantly.

He didn't dare open the door.

However, the man outside the door seemed to know what he was thinking.

A calm and steady voice came through the door:

"Teacher Tingquan, please open the door."

"We mean no harm, but there are some things we need to confirm with you in person."

The voice was very kind.

But what Teacher Tingquan heard made him feel alarmed.

With trembling hands, he turned the lock on the door.

"Squeak—"

The door opened.

The man in black at the head of the group nodded to him.

Teacher Tingquan made a "please" gesture and walked in.

The two people behind him also came in.

One person entered the room, immediately turned around, closed the door, and stood guard at the entrance.

The other person glanced around the room, his gaze lingering for a moment on the antiques and live-streaming equipment before finally settling on the black screen of the computer.

The whole process was very professional!

Tingquan stood frozen in place, too afraid to move.

The man in the lead looked around and finally fixed his gaze on Teacher Tingquan.

His tone carried a hint of apology:

"Teacher Tingquan, I'm sorry to bother you so late."

"Let me introduce myself. We are personnel from the department responsible for handling special information security incidents."

"Relevant departments"?

Tingquan's heart sank; he knew the meaning behind those four words.

"You...you want to see me...what do you want?"

He asked, his voice hoarse.

The man smiled, a very polite smile.

"Don't be nervous!"

"We've come to confirm something with you and to request your cooperation."

As he spoke, he took a black folder from his pocket and placed it on the desk.

"Regarding everything that happened tonight during your live stream chat with the user with the ID 'Something'!"

"From now on, this is classified as a top-secret incident."

Tingquan's mind went completely blank.

Top secret?

The man continued in a calm tone:

"We hope you will sign this confidentiality agreement!"

"The agreement is simple; you just need to agree!"

"From this moment on, forget everything you saw and heard tonight."

"You cannot, in any form, inform your family, friends, or colleagues!"

"Any third party, including the police, who discloses any details of tonight's live broadcast."

"Just pretend none of this ever happened."

"Why...why?"

Tingquan asked subconsciously,

"That person... what he has in his hand... shouldn't that be investigated?"

"That sword... if it's a replica, it's still a revolutionary piece of technology!"

The man's expression shifted. He looked at Teacher Tingquan and shook his head.

"Teacher Tingquan, you are a wise person."

There are some things that knowing won't do you any good.

"You only need to understand one thing: we have taken over this entire matter!"

"Its level is above that of a regular judicial investigation."

"Trust us, we are doing this to protect you and to maintain order."

"The losses you suffered due to this live broadcast will be fully compensated by the state!"

"As for that Zhang Lianxian guy..."

The man paused, a slight smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"He is not someone that you or we can 'investigate'."

This moment!

All the clues, all the shock, all the confusion, all came together in Tingquan's mind.

Why did Zhang Fan dare to display those "contraband" items?

Why is he able to produce one thing after another that is beyond our comprehension?

Why did he remain so calm in the face of doubt and ridicule?

Why did the National Museum's collection appear in his hands in such a new form?

Why... did the government cut off the live broadcast at the height of the incident?

And the first thing they did was not to investigate, but to silence us?

There is only one explanation.

The background, identity, and origins of that young man named Zhang Fan...

This has exceeded everyone's expectations.

He... is an existence that ordinary people cannot reach or understand.

Having figured all this out, Tingquan felt a chill.

Looking at the serious-looking men in black before him, he no longer harbored any doubts.

Tingquan nodded slowly, picked up the pen on the table, and with trembling hands signed his name on the confidentiality agreement.

"I see."

……

Black screen, disconnected.

Zhang Fan was not surprised by this, and even had a smile on his lips.

The country's response was even faster than he had anticipated.

This proves precisely that his connection is powerful enough.

Current remaining battery level: 450%

Looking at the number, he nodded in satisfaction.

Just then.

"Buzz—Buzz—"

The phone on the table started vibrating, and Zhang Fan answered it casually.

Zhu Feng's voice immediately came from the other end of the phone:

"Comrade Zhang Fan! How is the situation?"

Zhang Fan leaned back in his chair and said in a relaxed tone:

"Reporting to the commander! The results are excellent."

"Through the live broadcast just now, we've likely captured the emotions of about 50 people!"

"The battery level has increased by 300%, and now there is a total of 450% remaining."

After these words were spoken, there was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone!

Immediately afterwards!

"Great! Great!! That's wonderful!!!"

Zhu Feng's uncontrollable roar of ecstasy suddenly came through the receiver!

749 Bureau Headquarters, inside the command hall.

When Zhang Fan's words, "Battery power increased by 300%, remaining at 450%," clearly echoed throughout the entire hall—

The entire command center erupted in cheers!

"Success!!!"

"Holy crap! It actually worked! A 300% increase in one go!"

"450%! ​​Wow! We have 450% of our power reserve!"

"Enough! I never thought it was actually possible to obtain it this way!"

At that moment, countless experts jumped up from their seats in excitement.

They hugged each other, patted each other's backs hard, and some even cried tears of joy!

I've been suppressing it for too long!

Since their phones ran out of battery, the entire 749th Bureau has been under unprecedented pressure!

energy!

Energy is the foundation that powers everything!

Now, Comrade Zhang Fan has solved this most fundamental problem with a live video call!