I painted an aircraft carrier on the courtyard house for Dongda University.

These words made Zhou Weiguo depressed. Does it have to be the end of the world?

"Oh, right, and all your guns, bullets, TVs, washing machines, bicycles—they're all low-tech. My 'Big Hen' can make them quickly and efficiently!"

Zhou Weiguo felt a little better after hearing this, and nodded, saying, "Alright, I'll find some time to put the minecart into the sea first."

Just then, there was a sudden knock on the office door, the "bang bang bang" sound interrupting his thoughts.

Zhou Weiguo quickly slipped out of the space and ran over to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Mr. Qin and Mr. Lin were standing outside, each carrying a cloth bag.

"Mr. Qin, Mr. Lin, what brings you here? Is there anything I can help you with?" Zhou Weiguo quickly greeted them with a smile.

Old Qin patted him on the shoulder: "Mr. Lin said he wanted to come and thank you for saving his life. As for me, I also have something to tell you."

Zhou Weiguo quickly looked at Mr. Lin and waved his hand, saying, "Mr. Lin, you're too kind! I only captured the enemy agent by chance. It was Brother Zhang and his men who truly saved you."

Mr. Lin smiled and shook his head: "For the sake of the country, you're being too polite. If you hadn't discovered the enemy agents, the explosives and poison gas bombs next door would have detonated, and not only me, but everyone within a kilometer radius would have been in danger. I just wanted to thank you in person; please don't mind that I didn't bring a gift."

"What are you saying! I'm a junior, how can I let my elders come to my door with gifts?" Zhou Weiguo quickly said.

Mr. Lin's eyes lit up: "Since you acknowledge me as your elder, then from now on, stop calling me Mr. Lin. I'll take the liberty of letting you call me Uncle Lin."

"Okay, Uncle Lin!" Zhou Weiguo replied readily.

At this moment, Old Qin turned around and took a copper tube from the guard behind him, then gestured for the guard and Uncle Lin to step back. Uncle Lin tactfully walked to the end of the corridor, and only then did Old Qin turn around, a hint of mockery on his face: "I've already told the head manager about all the requests you made before."

Zhou Weiguo was stunned for half a second before he reacted, looking at Old Qin with disbelief: "Old Qin, you've tricked me! I was just joking, how could you actually tell the head manager?"

Without saying much, Old Qin handed the copper tube to Zhou Weiguo. Zhou Weiguo opened it and saw a piece of Xuan paper inside. When he unfolded it, he saw the seven large characters "What is not prohibited by law is permissible" written on it in a flamboyant style. The signatures of the head manager, the second manager, and Old Qin were clearly visible in red.

Zhou Weiguo was instantly stunned, his hand holding the paper trembling slightly: "Old Qin, what... what does this mean?"

Seeing Zhou Weiguo's bewildered expression, Old Qin smiled and slowly said, "What do you mean? Consider this your reward for saving Beijing this time. As for what it means, figure it out yourself!"

"Oh, right, the head manager also said that if you can make just one of the last three treasures from the Dragon Department's collection, he'll be willing to personally attend your wedding every time you get married. Do you understand what that means?"

"Attend the ceremony?" Zhou Weiguo froze on the spot, his eyes wide open, muttering, "Impossible... Absolutely impossible! I was just joking, how did it actually alarm the head manager?"

He never dreamed that his casual joke would be reported up the chain of command to this extent.

Old Qin ignored his shock, took out an envelope from his pocket, and handed it over: "This is a military marriage registration certificate. I don't care how you handle things with those girls, but there is one rule that cannot be broken. If Natasha wants to marry you, she must first become a citizen of Xia."

He paused, then added, "As for the Lou family girl's class background, you don't need to worry about it. Her father, Lou Zhenhua, is quite clever. He sent me a message through the Ministry of Metallurgy, saying that he was willing to give up control of all the public-private joint venture factories, donate half of the annual dividends to military construction, and exchange the other half for supplies to sell abroad. The money earned would be used to buy urgently needed technical equipment for the country, and then sell it back at cost price."

"That's a really good idea!"

Old Qin's tone carried a hint of approval, "The country was originally worried about how to settle these patriotic capitalists, but he has set a good example."

After saying that, he looked at Zhou Weiguo meaningfully.

Zhou Weiguo felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, scratched his head and laughed, "Old Qin, please don't look at me like that. This idea was indeed mine for Uncle Lou. He is a patriotic entrepreneur, but there is really no environment for doing business in the country right now. It would be better to let him go out and do more for the country. It's a way of making use of his talents."

"You little bastard!" Old Qin reached out and tapped him on the forehead. "She's practically your father-in-law, and you talk to her like that? She entrusted her only daughter to you, and you're 'making use of her waste.' I think you deserve a beating!"

Zhou Weiguo was instantly embarrassed and his face turned red. He never expected that Lou Zhenhua would even mention this to Old Qin. He quickly explained, "I'm just telling the truth! In the short term, these people really can't achieve much in China. Going abroad to do business is where they can make a difference."

"This is... the material needed for ballistic missiles?"

Just then, Mr. Lin's surprised voice suddenly came from the end of the corridor. Zhou Weiguo's heart skipped a beat. He turned around and saw Mr. Lin staring at the paper on his desk covered with the names of materials, his eyes lighting up.

"Oh no!" Zhou Weiguo thought to himself, that was the list of materials for the Dongfeng-5 missile that he had just compiled in his spatial storage, and he had forgotten to put it away!

Before he could react, Old Qin had already strode over. Although he couldn't understand the densely packed technical terms on the paper, he could sense something was wrong from Mr. Lin's expression. He turned to look at Zhou Weiguo, his eyes filled with shock.

Mr. Lin picked up the paper and asked Zhou Weiguo excitedly, "Weiguo, is this really the material list for a ballistic missile?"

Zhou Weiguo wanted to slap himself. He was so focused on struggling with the system that he forgot to put it away! He forced a face that looked worse than crying and nodded.

"I know about dinitrogen tetroxide, but what is unsymmetrical dimethylhydrazine?" Mr. Lin asked, his eyes full of curiosity.

"This... I just wrote this down when I was bored. Don't take it seriously. Just think of it as me bragging!" Zhou Weiguo quickly laughed it off, trying to brush it off.

Seeing his evasive manner, Old Qin knew he was hiding something, and his face darkened: "What time is it for you, kid? Still hiding things? Tell the truth!"

Zhou Weiguo gritted his teeth, still refusing to budge. If this matter were to be brought up, he truly wouldn't know how to explain it.

"Bang!" Old Qin slammed his hand on the table in anger, the sound making the water glass on the table shake. The guards outside thought something had happened and rushed in.

"Get out!" Old Qin roared. "Anyone who comes in without my order will be killed by me!" The guards were so frightened that they quickly retreated, not daring to make a sound as they closed the door.