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When the tens of thousands of rare treasures in Warehouse No. 3, which could have sparked a war on Earth, were decided to be melted down and used as building materials for the lunar base at Shen Fei's suggestion, the entire Sky City began to operate efficiently once again.

Evelyn led her team to immediately get to work, beginning to design how to break down these relics and antiques into pure elements in an ultra-high temperature plasma stream to build a new base.

Meanwhile, on Earth outside of Sky City, a heated discussion surrounding the "New Era Auction" is spreading globally.

After the second announcement eliminated more than 80% of the participants, the world paid even more attention to the matter.

People finally realized that what this head of the Atlantic Group wanted was not money.

It's as if he's selecting those qualified to enter the new era.

The qualification for entry is a strange object that ordinary people cannot understand.

On news websites, social media, and various forums, people are speculating about what kind of content will pass the review process.

What will become of those wealthy people who have been eliminated?

Where will this auction ultimately lead human civilization?

Just as the global discussion was reaching its most intense point, a different voice emerged.

An influential European financial television station interrupted its broadcast with an exclusive interview with Friedrich von Heinz.

Heinz, a name that may be unfamiliar to the general public.

But in the true upper echelons of European society, it represented a vast alliance.

This alliance is composed of several ancient banking families with a history spanning over four centuries, and its influence remains deeply rooted in Europe to this day.

Heinz himself is a very powerful spokesperson for this alliance in the modern era.

He was an old-school banker who was proud of his lineage and long history.

The interview took place in his study in a private castle in the Alps.

In front of the camera, Heinz, who is nearly seventy years old, has white hair and beard, which are neatly combed.

He was dressed in a custom-made hunting outfit, holding a cup of Blue Mountain coffee, with a wall covered with original works by masters such as Rembrandt and Rubens in the background.

His every move exuded the composure and arrogance of the aristocracy of the old era.

"...A pledge of allegiance? No, I call it extortion."

Heinz faced the camera with a disdainful smile.

"A young man who has risen to prominence in a short period of time using technology we do not yet understand is attempting to openly plunder the precious accumulation of human civilization over thousands of years in a brutal and barbaric manner."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a condescending, judgmental tone.

"This is the behavior of barbarians, ladies and gentlemen, not progress."

The host, influenced by his aura, asked the question cautiously:

"You mean, you and the alliance you represent don't intend to participate in this auction?"

"participate?"

Heinz thought he'd heard a joke.

He put down his coffee cup, slowly walked to the wall, and took out a carefully protected item from a crystal display case that maintained constant temperature and humidity.

It was a rusty fragment of a spearhead, seemingly unremarkable.

"Our family possesses truly historically valuable treasures. For example, this is a fragment of the tip of the legendary Spear of Destiny."

His eyes shone with pride.

"It was once held in the hands of Constantine the Great, it was used to crown Charlemagne, and Napoleon searched for it frantically. It has witnessed the rise and fall of countless dynasties and carried the fate and glory of Europe for thousands of years."

He held the fragment up to the camera, his voice rising in intensity.

"This kind of profound understanding is something that machines and data can never replicate, nor can they ever comprehend!"

"We will never hand it over to someone who doesn't respect history or revere civilization..."

He paused, then ended his speech with an insulting word.

"upstart."

This interview immediately caused a huge uproar around the world.

Heinz's words struck a chord with the elites of the old world.

Especially in historically significant Europe, many conservative scholars, nobles, artists, and politicians have come forward to express their agreement with Heinz's views.

"Mr. Heinz is right! Technology should be a tool to serve human civilization, not something that destroys it!"

"How could those tech upstarts who only know 0s and 1s possibly understand the value of history?"

"We should protect human memory, not package it up and hand it over to a dictator!"

In an instant, heated debates about science and technology versus humanities, the new elite versus the old elite, and progress versus inheritance spread throughout the world.

Heinz's image was shaped by his supporters into that of a guardian of civilization against technological hegemony.

Sky City, Central Kitchen.

"Sir, here is the public opinion report you requested."

Hannah's holographic projection appeared next to Shen Fei, her tone somewhat displeased.

On the screen, Heinz's interview was playing.

"In the past six hours, Heinz has successfully used his media resources to create some negative public opinion against us. In particular, in Europe, our approval rating has slightly declined."

Hannah's eyes were somewhat cold:

"Do we need to immediately activate our public relations plan to retaliate against him? I have at least a hundred ways to make his family alliance disappear from the financial markets within 24 hours."

However, Shen Fei's attention was not on that interview at all.

He was intently watching a Michelin three-star chef prepare a giant deep-sea prawn, over two meters long, that had just been caught from the depths of the ocean.

This crayfish is a completely new species created by Shenyang Aircraft Corporation using its own capabilities, and its meat is extremely delicious.

He didn't even look up at Heinz on the screen, but casually asked a question that surprised Hannah.

"This guy named Heinz, and his so-called family alliance..."

"Have they submitted their pledge of allegiance?"

Hannah paused for a moment, then pulled up the data and answered:

"No, sir. The Heinz family alliance is one of the few among the top fifty global powers that we are closely monitoring, and it has remained completely silent from beginning to end."

"Oh."

Shen Fei smiled.

He used a silver fork to pick up a small piece of translucent, still slightly bouncy shrimp meat from the boiled shrimp pieces that the chef had just prepared, and put it in his mouth.

A rich, sweet flavor instantly filled his mouth.

"very good."

He swallowed the shrimp meat, nodded, and then looked up at the old man still talking loudly on the screen.

"Doesn't he like to talk about history and cultural heritage?"

A playful smile appeared on Shen Fei's face.

"Then let him see for himself at tomorrow's auction just how cheap his prideful history really is."

He waved casually at Hannah.

"Ignore him, Hannah. Give the PR team a break, and don't worry about the media either."

"Let him keep performing, gather all his supporters, and push the atmosphere to a climax."

Shen Fei's eyes turned cold.

"The louder he shouts now, the worse his fate will sound tomorrow."

Su Man watched all of this quietly from the side.

She knew very well what it meant when Shen Fei showed that kind of smile.

This old-school banker named Heinz, through his arrogance, successfully transformed himself from a bystander who could have remained uninvolved into a suitable... prop.

A prop used by Shenyang Aircraft Corporation to make an example of someone at the opening ceremony of the new era.

All his speeches and all the profound knowledge he is so proud of will become the most solid foundation for Shenyang Aircraft Corporation to establish its authority in the new era.

Shen Fei finished tasting the shrimp and nodded.

He turned to the chef beside him, who was holding his breath, and said:

"The cooking time was perfect; it locked in the sweetness of the shrimp."

"Pass down the word that the main course for the banquet at tomorrow night's auction will be this deep-sea langoustines."

He paused, his gaze seemingly piercing through the screen, seeing Heinz still immersed in his own historical glory.

"Let those nobles who have come from afar also have a good taste."

"What is this taste that money can't buy?"