Otherworld Girl Development Guide

Based on his professional expertise, the professor couldn't help but examine the ore in his hand and quickly noticed something unusual.

First of all, this mineral is very light, seemingly much lighter than plastic. I tapped it lightly with my finger, and it felt quite tough...

He seems to be a good material for shipbuilding... He looked up at Zhou Mingrui.

"If you like it... then... then I'll give it to you," Zhou Mingrui said resignedly.

"Hahaha...it's just ordinary ore, why are you so reluctant to part with it?"

As he spoke, the old man stuffed the ore into the cloth bag labeled "Smog and Laser Protection," showing no sign of being a stranger.

"I won't take your things for nothing. Pack your things and come with me. I'll take you to meet someone."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Mingrui wilted like a frostbitten eggplant... Well, it seems he can't escape now.

"All right..."

Zhou Mingrui walked heavily into the room, took out his backpack, and under the scrutinizing (inexplicable) gaze of the retired old man, stuffed the samples he had brought back from the other world into the backpack.

"I'm ready."

Seeing Zhou Mingrui's solemn expression, the old man couldn't help but laugh out loud. Why was this kid acting like he was going to the execution ground?!

"Come on, do you think I'd sell you? You don't have social anxiety, do you? You're so young, you should interact with more people... Don't be such a homebody. Come to my house and I'll let you try my cooking."

Zhou Mingrui locked the door, took one last deep look at the little apartment he had lived in for over twenty years, turned around and followed the old man out of the community with a nervous heart, looking back every few steps, and got into a taxi heading towards the airport.

After receiving their boarding passes and boarding, many people recognized the little old man and came over to take photos with him, which the retired little old man responded to one by one.

As the plane took off, Zhou Mingrui looked out the window at the city under the night sky, and his tense heart relaxed instead... This is good too.

Chapter 3 Room Temperature Superconductors

Under the cover of night, the plane landed smoothly at Patrick Star Airport, without any of the unexpected situations Zhou Mingrui had imagined.

The moment he stepped out of the airport, Zhou Mingrui wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt that several passersby were staring at him, intentionally or unintentionally.

A middle-aged man who looked very technically capable quickly approached the retired old man. After exchanging a few words in private, the bureau chief handed the cloth bag he was carrying to the man. The middle-aged man nodded, glanced at Zhou Mingrui, and then hurriedly left.

Seeing this scene... Zhou Mingrui became even more convinced of his thoughts; he had been exposed.

It's understandable, really. When you're not being watched, you can do whatever you want, but once the authorities are watching you, the things you buy don't stand up to scrutiny...

"Alright, let's go..." The retired old man glanced at his watch: "...we don't have much time left."

Time is running out... Has it really come to the point of requiring an "interview"?

Zhou Mingrui had already imagined himself sitting behind a chair, the light shining on his face, and then a righteous-looking policeman slamming his fist on the table and shouting, "Zhou Mingrui! You've been caught! Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely! Tell me the truth!"

The thought of this scene sent a chill down Zhou Mingrui's spine. He looked at the old man, hesitantly saying, "Um... this..."

The retired old man smiled warmly, thinking that Zhou Mingrui was a little embarrassed that he had spent money to buy two plane tickets, and said with a laugh, "Haha...Alright, don't be so pretentious."

"Uh... um!"

Zhou Mingrui nodded. Now that things have come to this point, why should he be coy?

The best way to overcome fear is to face it head-on!

A short while later, a business car with an unusual-looking license plate drove into the parking lot. The bureau chief pulled Zhou Mingrui into the car and drove towards the city center.

Forty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a building in the city. Zhou Mingrui followed the old man out of the car and looked up at the shiny but unremarkable building. He couldn't help but sigh - as expected of our cunning and shrewd Rabbit, who knows the essence of guerrilla warfare: the most dangerous place is the safest place!

I followed the retired old man into the building, took the elevator straight to the upper floors, and the moment the elevator doors opened, a series of tactical "hehehe" laughs came from inside.

"Hehehe... I've been waiting for you for ages."

A middle-aged or elderly man, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a well-tailored suit and tie, and slightly overweight, appeared in front of Zhou Mingrui.

Strategic deception political commissar, hehehe!

Zhou Mingrui looked at Hehehe with some surprise, then glanced at the retired old man. It turned out he'd been scaring himself the whole way; he was actually introducing him to Hehehe...

"Hahaha..."

After shaking hands with the political commissar, the retired old man looked at Zhou Mingrui and introduced him: "...Let me introduce you, this young man is Zhou Mingrui."

He looked at Zhou Mingrui with a chuckle and extended his right hand warmly. Zhou Mingrui admired him greatly and quickly shook hands with the political commissar of the Strategic Deception Bureau... oh, no, it should now be called the Strategic Terrorism Bureau.

"Hello, hello! How about we add each other on WeChat?"

"Hahaha..." The old man laughed, looking at him and jokingly saying, "...Look, you've stolen all my fans."

"Hehehe... Okay, I'll scan you." The political commissar chuckled and took out his phone from his pocket.

After exchanging WeChat contacts with Hehehe, the retired old man glanced at the time and said, "We need to go backstage to prepare. We've reserved a seat for you in the audience..."

After the retired old man and the political commissar finished speaking, they went backstage, while Zhou Mingrui, guided by staff, walked towards the guest seats and sat in an inconspicuous corner to wait for the show to begin.

Seeing Hahaha and Hehehe on the same stage made him look forward to it; it was a rare occasion for the two chrysanthemums to gather together!

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Meanwhile, at a certain research institute.

The middle-aged professor, whose hairline had receded by eight centimeters, took out a fist-sized black mineral from a cloth bag printed with the words "anti-smog laser" and placed it on the instrument platform for measuring mineral density.

After working for a while, the mass of the ore was measured.

"Huh? It's so light!"

Looking at the data on the instrument, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment. Although he knew the ore was very light when he picked it up, he only had a direct and data-driven understanding when the measurement data came out.

The result surprised him greatly; it was even lighter than polystyrene foam!

Just then, an elderly man dressed simply with gray hair walked into the research room. The old man glanced at the middle-aged man in surprise, not expecting him to still be working at this time.

The middle-aged man quickly stood up, bowed respectfully, and explained, "Master, this is ore that a retired old man brought, saying he wanted me to study it."

"Oh."

The old man nodded, then subconsciously glanced at the data. His scientific literacy, typical of a top scientist, immediately made his eyes narrow.

"This is...get out of the way!"

The middle-aged man quickly made way, and the white-haired old man sat in front of the instrument, while the middle-aged professor assisted him.

Soon, a list of data about the ore was compiled. After elemental analysis, the white-haired old man's eyes suddenly narrowed.

The white-haired old man pondered for a few seconds, then transferred the ore to an electron microscope to observe the external structure of the "meteorite".

Upon seeing the microstructure of the ore, the old man's pupils suddenly contracted—the ore was composed of a large number of "thin flakes," with two hexagonal "thin flakes" forming a twisted angle between each other, as if by divine craftsmanship, with magical twisted angles appearing every other layer.

"This is the magic angle effect! Quick, measure the resistance of this ore!" the white-haired old man shouted, and the middle-aged man hurriedly took out the most precise resistance measuring instrument.

"My God! This is superconductivity!!"

The moment the results came out, the middle-aged professor rubbed his eyes. After confirming he wasn't hallucinating, he glanced at the room temperature—25°C—and immediately exclaimed, "Wait, my God! This is room temperature... ugh..."

The old man rushed forward and covered the middle-aged professor's mouth, silencing him. His eyes, like those of a predatory tiger, swept over the laboratory doorway, and only released the professor after confirming that no one was there.

The middle-aged professor couldn't help but shudder. Only then did he remember his master, a ruthless man who had come through the war years.

The white-haired old man gestured for the professor to be quiet with his eyes, picked up the phone in the lab, and said in a solemn voice, "Security department? This is... I demand that the entire research institute be sealed off immediately, and no one is allowed to leave!"

After hanging up the phone, the white-haired old man picked up another red phone and dialed a number.

Chapter 4: I'm Rich?

The rare pairing of the Director and the Political Commissar, known as the "Golden Chrysanthemum Duo," discussed recent international events and shared their opinions before the live broadcast came to an end.

That concludes today's program... Goodbye, viewers.

The guests in the audience applauded, and Zhou Mingrui was no exception, clapping his hands vigorously.

As the cameras were turned off and the program ended, the guests left the scene in an orderly fashion.

"Mingrui, how are you feeling?"

"Great!"

Zhou Mingrui gave a thumbs up, praising the retired old man's eloquence. He added, "A professional is a professional; what he says is not only interesting but also entertaining, simple, and easy to understand... In short, much better than the likes of Gao Xiaosong."

"Haha...Alright, I've booked your return ticket. I'll see you off."

The retired old man laughed heartily. Just then, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and glanced at it. The moment he saw the number, his eyes narrowed. He subtly scanned his surroundings, then said with a calm expression:

"Excuse me, I need to take this call over there..."

"Please go ahead with your work..."

Zhou Mingrui nodded in understanding, then turned to the political commissar and asked him some questions about the Fourth Industrial Revolution. The commissar patiently answered all of Zhou's questions.

As a well-educated expert in international affairs, his professionalism is beyond question. His views are clear and insightful. He can explain the complex international situation to Zhou Mingrui in just a few words. His greatest strength is his pragmatism.

He also took a jab at GZ, expressing his dislike for the byproducts of opening up the market.

In just a few minutes of casual conversation, Zhou Mingrui realized that a big shot is a big shot, and there's no way to deny it!

A moment later, the retired old man hung up the phone and came back. His eyes were somewhat active as he looked at Zhou Mingrui, yet he seemed hesitant to speak... As a professor of military equipment science, he knew very well what room-temperature superconductors represented!

"Let's go... Mingrui, I'll see you off."

"Ah... okay..."

After saying goodbye to Hehehe and asking for his autograph, Zhou Mingrui followed behind the bureau chief and walked out of the building.

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw a van with an unusual license plate parked at the entrance. It seemed to be another arrangement by the retired old man. Zhou Mingrui, who was already used to this, skillfully followed the retired old man into the car.

After getting in the car, the officer kept looking at his phone, probably busy with his public WeChat account. Zhou Mingrui was very considerate and didn't disturb his work, so he closed his eyes to rest.

At first, everything was normal, but soon Zhou Mingrui noticed something was wrong. The car seemed to be heading in the wrong direction from the airport. He took out his phone, opened the navigation map, and after confirming that it wasn't a route problem, he looked at the driver with suspicion.

Was the driver deliberately taking a roundabout route? Just now, Zhou Mingrui was about to remind the driver not to do anything underhanded.

"Mingrui..." The retired old man put away his phone and placed his hands on his lower abdomen.

"Huh?" Zhou Mingrui turned to look at the retired old man, who looked very solemn.

"Where did you get that piece of ore?"

With a screech, the van stopped on the side of the road. The driver opened the door and got out. Apart from the streetlights, no other vehicles were passing by, and the cell phone went into no signal mode.

Zhou Mingrui's heart skipped a beat... Was everything before just to lull him into a false sense of security?!