Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

The older leader frowned: "Is that also your deduction?"

Zhang Dabiao: "It's purely divination; I don't know how accurate it is. My father didn't teach me much, and it's sometimes accurate and sometimes not, so I can't guarantee its effectiveness."

He now needs to convey the "label" and "mindset" of being a descendant of a fortune teller to his superiors, so that only if he gets it right a few times will they take his words seriously.

As for whether his identity would be attacked during the strong winds, Zhang Dabiao didn't care; he was only concerned about ensuring the country wouldn't suffer losses.

He gave it up.

The two leaders remained silent for a long time before finally deciding not to discuss the issue of mushroom bombs, as it was beyond their purview.

However, I still need to emphasize this when we get back: the confidentiality measures need to be redone.

If even an art vocational school student can figure this out, then it's no secret at all!

"About the mushroom bombs...you didn't tell anyone, did you?"

Zhang Dabiao immediately shook his head: "How could that be? I know there are still many Taiwanese spies in Beijing. How could I possibly say that?"

"If it weren't for Director Chen vouching for me and bringing me here today, I would never dare to talk about these things outside. Besides, none of our neighbors would ask these questions."

The two leaders nodded, but repeatedly emphasized that today's conversation must not be revealed.

If others ask similar or identical questions, Zhang Dabiao cannot answer them.

Zhang Dabiao nodded, he understood perfectly.

The older leader thought for a moment, then continued, "So do you think our relationship with the Russian bear will always remain like this? A struggle without a full-blown war?"

Zhang Dabiao immediately shook his head: "Right now we're just fighting, but the future is uncertain."

"Let me calculate it."

"Perhaps, maybe, or..."

"Around 68-69 and 70, on Baby Island and in the northwest, they would have pulled a big trick on us. If we hadn't taken it seriously, we would have suffered a great loss."

The two leaders immediately stood up. They had pulled a big stunt—they had ambushed us!

Adding to this Zhang Dabiao's previous "prediction" that the Indians would try to sabotage us, but the higher-ups didn't take it seriously, so this time...

"Zhang Dabiao, are you sure?"

Zhang Dabiao shook his head. "The calculations might not be accurate, but it's always good to be cautious."

The two leaders exchanged a glance and decided to report Zhang Dabiao's words verbatim, just as Zhang Dabiao had said, it's always good to be on guard.

Seeing the two leaders' cautious demeanor, Zhang Dabiao decided to provoke them further—

"Don't worry, the Russians won't last more than 30 years. We'll just drag it out until they destroy themselves. What's there to be afraid of?"

The two leaders practically leaped into the air – was the Russian bear's fate sealed?

Is this something a human would say?

In this era, in this country, do you think the eldest brother's days are numbered and he won't live past 30?

"You you you you you—"

"Zhang Dabiao, don't talk nonsense! If you say that out loud—"

Both men panicked, sweating profusely, but Zhang Dabiao waved his hand and downed another two ounces of liquor: "Just take it as me talking nonsense because I'm drunk. Anyway, I drank today, and I don't remember anything or recognize anything when I leave the house."

"This is the number I calculated; believe it or not."

"The Russian bear has too many internal ethnic problems. You'll see, they will disintegrate sooner or later. Once they disintegrate, Chechnya will be the first to rebel."

"We can just wait and see what happens. Once the government collapses, the higher-ups will take action. We ordinary folks don't need to worry about it."

Neither of the two leaders dared to ask any questions, and the younger recorder didn't even dare to touch his pen—Zhang Dabiao's words were truly shocking!

Should I keep track of it or not?

The older leader hesitated for a long time, but finally nodded and said, "Write it down, write it down word for word, and let them decide what they think."

However, they dared not ask any further questions about the Russian bear.

If they know too much and it comes true, their fate won't be any better.

Especially considering that Zhang Dabiao could predict when the leaders of two major powers would die, predicting when the Soviet Union would disintegrate... doesn't seem unreasonable.

Zhang Dabiao, on the other hand, was completely going all out.

Anyway, the more he talks and the more exaggerated he is, the more others think he is talking nonsense and superstitious. If you have the guts, send me to the countryside to live in a cowshed. I'll still eat and drink well every day. What am I afraid of?

If all else fails, I'll just go to Hong Kong and I'll give you a teleportation-like resurrection.

This kind of channel for reporting upwards isn't available every day. Even if Zhang Dabiao dared to speak out through other channels, it would be considered nonsense and wouldn't be submitted at all. So today he had to take a risk.

Everyone fell silent for a moment; no one dared to ask the Russian question again. So the older leader changed the subject: "What are your thoughts on the course of the Annam war? Will Great Britain escalate the war further? Will we be dragged into it?"

Zhang Dabiao picked up the Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) on the table, took another swig, and wiped his mouth.

"The Annam situation, to put it bluntly, is that the great American leader suffered a setback in Southeast Asia and was unwilling to accept it."

He gestured, like a storyteller: "Look at that guy, Da Piao Liang, he's big and strong, all muscle, but Annam is a swamp. No matter how strong he is, he can't use his full power in a punch. And those people from South Vietnam are hopeless, like mud. If Da Piao Liang adds more troops there..."

That place is a meat grinder.

He held up three fingers: "There are three difficulties for Great Britain to win. First, it's unfamiliar with the terrain; navigating the rainforest is like being blind. Second, things aren't peaceful domestically; too many deaths among the people will lead to unrest. Third, we and the Russian bear are lurking behind us; if they escalate the conflict, they're afraid we'll really get involved."

The older leader pressed further, "Do you think Da Piao Liang will expand further?"

"Yes and no." Zhang Dabiao chuckled. "We might expand a bit, after all, it's a loss of face. Johnson just took office, and we can't let people think he's a coward. But to expand it to the level of the North Korean War, I doubt it. At most, we'll bomb the north and drop some bombs. Ground troops won't dare cross the 17th parallel. They know in their hearts that if they cross that line, we really won't allow it."

"Won't we get dragged into this?"

Zhang Dabiao quickly waved his hand: "No, no, no. I can guarantee that—no, I'm just guessing. We're doing the 'Third Front construction' and preparing for war now, it's for defense, not for fighting."

Zhang Dabiao pointed to the sky: "That old man at the very top has a far-reaching view. Let the Annamese fight over there; we just need to hold them off from behind. If we were to go down in uniform, it would be like the Great Britain crushing North Vietnam. But can the Great Britain crush it? No, it can't."

He scratched his head and added, "I reckon this war will last for ten or eight years. In the end, the Great Beauty will still have to withdraw, just like back in North Korea."

The older leader glanced at him but didn't say anything.

And Zhang Dabiao, once again, began to make outrageous statements—

"However, we must be wary of Annam, and we must be extremely wary of it, otherwise we will suffer a great loss, a huge loss. That place is a meat grinder!"