The little star from the Gobi Desert, handed over to the state, is hailed as a national treasure.

"Without our help, their defense research is just empty talk! They'll definitely regret it!"

"No, not only will they regret it, they will also pay a heavy price for this foolish decision today!" George Yang's eyes gradually turned frantic, and his tone became increasingly agitated.

Seeing that he was almost out of control, Mary hurriedly and carefully tugged at his sleeve, but he shook her off without hesitation.

"Professor, let's submit our application now, requesting a personal meeting with the Marshal of their Ministry of Defense! I believe there's still a chance for this to turn around!"

"Yang Qiaozhi said anxiously. If the negotiations fail, then all the humiliation he suffered before will have been for nothing. What's the point of his trip back to Daxia then?"

As Enlip watched his voice grow louder and his expression become more and more hysterical, his previously calm face finally darkened.

"Yang, don't you think you're being incredibly stupid?"

These words were like a bucket of ice water, instantly chilling Yang Qiaozhi to the bone. He then realized that, without him noticing, all eyes in the hall were on him.

Many of the staff who understood English stared at him, and their previous disdainful looks were like sharp arrows piercing him once again.

"Professor, please let me explain..."

George Yang's voice instantly weakened. He could not care what the people of Daxia thought of him, but he could not bear the cold reproach and disappointment in Anlip's eyes.

Just then, the door to the reception room opened, and a figure stood in front of it.

He wasn't very tall, his temples were already graying, and he was wearing a half-new Zhongshan suit, with every button neatly fastened.

The moment he appeared, the guards immediately stood at attention and saluted, the people passing by stopped in their tracks, their eyes filled with reverence, and even those chatting in the distance couldn't help but turn around and cast respectful glances at him.

When his extremely deep eyes swept lightly over Yang Qiaozhi, Yang Qiaozhi suddenly felt an invisible slap on his face, making his entire face feel faintly hot.

The feeling was like being a clown suddenly thrust into the spotlight, where all your greed, arrogance, and stupidity were exposed and left nowhere to hide.

The man glanced at him briefly before quickly looking away—as if Yang Qiaozhi were nothing more than an insignificant speck of dust, not worth wasting even a second of his time.

He walked toward Enlip, who had been sitting, and Enlip immediately stood up and quickly went to meet him.

"Qian, would you be my tour guide this afternoon?"

He extended another invitation to Professor Qian.

Professor Qian smiled faintly and replied, "I'm sorry, Professor Anlip, I have many personal matters to attend to this time, so I cannot extend the hospitality I would like to offer. If you have the opportunity to visit Daxia again, I hope I can treat you well."

He wasn't just being polite; he was stating the facts. When it came to social niceties, Professor Qian always followed his own heart.

"That's a real shame, I'm going back to my country tomorrow." Anlip looked regretful, a stark contrast to his indifference towards Yang George earlier.

"Professor, don't forget your promise. If I succeed one day, please send me a congratulatory letter." Professor Qian smiled and shook hands with Anlip.

An officer from the Xihua Hall office brought over a gift box and whispered a few words in Professor Qian's ear. Professor Qian took the gift box and gave it to Anlip.

"This is a gift from our national leaders to you for your visit, Professor. It is a great pleasure to have you here at Great Xia."

"Oh, you guys are really a surprise to me, you even prepared a gift for me." Enlip was very pleasantly surprised.

"We Chinese have an old saying, 'Isn't it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar?' We warmly welcome anyone who is willing to be friends with the people of Great Xia." Professor Qian's tone was calm, revealing the composure and confidence of a great nation.

"Thank you for the money, thank you so much," Enlip said sincerely.

Professor Qian stopped exchanging pleasantries, nodded to Anlip, and turned to leave. He had already planned his schedule: he would first go home to visit his family, and then take a private jet back to the base early the next morning.

He didn't want to waste a single second on the missile development project.

Just as he was about to step out of the hall, an unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded behind him, hesitant and uncertain, softly uttering a few words: "Qian... Senior Brother..."

This time, he spoke in Chinese.

Professor Qian stopped and slowly turned around, his gaze falling on Yang Qiaozhi behind him. His face was expressionless, as calm as a deep pool of water.

George Yang finally met this legendary figure, who was hailed as the most outstanding scientist by both Caltech and MIT, and was a tenured professor.

Before this, he had been holding back his competitive spirit and always wanted to see Professor Qian in person to see if he was really as amazing as the legends said.

He had read Professor Qian's papers and works and had to admit his talent, but jealousy always got the better of him, making him think: if he had been able to become a student of Professor Qian and be surrounded by world-class researchers, his academic performance would certainly not have been worse than Professor Qian's.

He even secretly fantasized about the scene of the two meeting. As "the pride of the Great Xia people", he felt that he would not be much inferior to him in any aspect.

But when they actually met today, he felt an unprecedented sense of pressure. In particular, seeing Enlip treat Professor Qian with a gentle attitude he had never seen before was even more unbelievable to him.

The respect and reverence that everyone around Professor Qian showed him far exceeded his expectations.

He didn't even realize that he would subconsciously call out "Senior Brother," using the most traditional form of address in his mother tongue, which he most wanted to abandon.

Perhaps this nickname has long been ingrained in his subconscious, but he has simply refused to acknowledge it.

Professor Qian heard him address him, but did not respond.

Others might not understand what George Yang had just said to Anlip, but Professor Qian saw through his thoughts after hearing just one sentence.

He didn't want to say a word to such a treacherous, profit-driven, and opportunistic person.

Seeing Professor Qian turn to leave again, Yang Qiaozhi hurriedly chased after him, "Senior, senior! I also graduated from Caltech and have long admired your reputation. Could you perhaps...?"

"Are you from Great Xia?" Professor Qian suddenly stopped and asked coldly.

"Ah, I..." Yang Qiaozhi was speechless for a moment. If it were someone else, he would definitely have refuted it, but Professor Qian had a powerful aura that made him unable to deny it.

"Yes...yes..." His voice was barely audible, but he finally managed to admit it with difficulty.

This is the first time since he became a citizen of the United Kingdom that he has voluntarily acknowledged his homeland.

Of course, if possible, he would like to say that he used to be, but not anymore.

Unfortunately, he didn't dare to do so in front of Professor Qian.

Unexpectedly, Professor Qian's lips curled into a cold smile upon hearing his answer. "No, you are not." After a pause, he uttered three words with resounding conviction—

"You are not worthy!"

After he finished speaking, the hall fell silent for a few seconds. Then, almost everyone in Daxia stood up and applauded and cheered for Professor Qian!

Those three words are not only a condemnation of Yang Qiaozhi's ungrateful behavior, but also a testament to the confidence and pride of a nation.