Awakening the Daily Intelligence System

Chapter 510: 196, with the wind in my favor, my horse gallops swiftly, allowing me to see all the flowers of Chang’an in one day_1

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First floor.

How could you call it stealing? This is clearly confiscation. To bring an F22 back to our country, we generally have to go through the following “steps:” 1, What an F22 looks like. Bringing back a “Centurion” would be a real joke.

2, Where is the F22 located, and which one is easier to get our hands on?

3, In what capacity should we infiltrate? Sneak in quietly, enter with a visa, or enter by piloting the Liaoning.

4, Assuming we get through all the obstacles and finally get to the F22, will its fuel be enough to get us back? If not, which country or region should we pretend to stop by as a relay station?

5, After getting back, should we “leave quietly and keep a low profile,” or should we “ride the wind of success and see all the flowers in Chang’an in one day?”

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Second floor.

“My dear academician, I can vouch for you that you spent the whole night with my wife last night, so how could you have time to steal airplane blueprints?”

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Third floor.

“Our side claims to have detected no unidentified flying objects, and in the spirit of respecting science, we are committed to maintaining a harmonious, friendly, and mutually beneficial relationship with Grand Xia. America’s so-called illegal possession of a warplane is completely fabricated; we urge America to analyze the issue rationally and contribute to a peaceful, win-win international environment.”

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Fourth floor.

“This will become one of the Little John [hardcore tough guy] materials, with a likely headline ‘Local lad handcrafts an F22. Dog head for life insurance!’”

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Fifth floor.

“The illegally-entering Zhang San has been killed, and the enemy aircraft has crashed into the Pacific Ocean. My dear academician Li Si, what does all this have to do with you?”

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Sixth floor.

“You will see your own obituary on TV [sly fox].”

“What are you talking about, isn’t this F22-like thing your very own creation, my dear academician?”

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Seventh floor.

“Some people are dead, yet he lives on!”

“First sentence you to life without parole, pretend to send you in for reform, and to start anew. Then arrange for someone to give you a new identity and a complete makeover. Secure your files as top-secret, then sneak you into a secret department, with high salary and preferential treatment, to start a new life.”

“You’ll be eating hot pot in the villa while watching your own execution [melon eating]!”

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With their imaginations running wild, netizens posted many replies, and Lin Mo just skimmed through a few floors before he couldn’t help but show a smile.

It has to be said, if it were a contest in mischief-making abilities, one should indeed look to these internet grandmasters.

“Haha.”

“Now they’re all playing with memes, just wondering how shocked they will be when I really return to the country in a few days!”

Lin Mo shook his head with a smile, put his phone back into his pocket, and stood up to leave the conference room.

As he went downstairs, the servants who had packed up and were ready to leave greeted him one by one, and Lin Mo was courteous, giving each of them a red packet that was neither too big nor too small.

Although he might not hire them again, to the current Lin Mo, money was just a number.

Whenever there was a problem that could be solved with money, he was never stingy.

After sending off the joyfully grinning servants, Lin Mo walked into the kitchen and saw that his family had already started to get busy.

In the house, there were three large-capacity fridges full of all kinds of ingredients air-shipped from around the world, with Grand Xia ingredients being the most abundant.

Lin Changshui and Li Jinshan had opened a large Chinese restaurant together, and during this time, they had also secretly learned quite a few signature dishes. They started preparing two difficult dishes.

One was Squirrel-shaped Mandarin Fish, and the other, Roast Pigeon.

These two dishes were banquet dishes of Grand Xia Country, and when well-made, their taste was exceptional.

As Lin Changshui handled the pigeon, he said, “Roast pigeon must be paired with zucchini, rice, tomato dices, cheese, thyme, and this secret sauce!”

“You all are in luck today. I had to beg the chef in the restaurant for a long time, and he only taught me because I am also from Grand Xia!”

Xu Qin pursed her lips and said without enthusiasm, “Enough about you, don’t burn it all like last time, so dry that the meat didn’t even taste like meat!”

“Let me tell you, last time he came back and kept clamoring to make us roast pigeon…..”

In America, the family hadn’t actually spent much time together; everyone was usually busy with their own things.

Lin Changshui and Li Jinshan were busy with the restaurant, Zhang Li and Lin Siyu were busy with their private security company, and mother Xu Qin and Lin Mo’s mother-in-law often went to Chinatown.

With the close guidance of her mother-in-law, Xu Qin, though already of age, was now able to speak a few simple English phrases.

Of course, this was also largely context-dependent; after all, in America, there were more English speakers, and having some spoken English prevented situations where they couldn’t understand each other.

Now, listening to Xu Qin recounting the anecdotes of the household, everyone couldn’t help but laugh.

Lin Changshui, who originally wanted to show off his newly learned skills, ended up with an embarrassment, but Li Jinshan defused the situation, “My dear relative, as the saying goes, one should always look upon others with new eyes after three days’ absence!”

“Although old Lin’s first attempt at roasting pigeon wasn’t great, you can’t discount his diligence! I’ve seen him in the restaurant several times, secretly practicing the process of roasting pigeons. Now the taste, if not comparable to the head chefs, can at least rank within the top five for roast pigeons in Chinatown!”

Lin Siyu teased, “Dad, does your Chinatown have only five places that roast pigeons?”

Lin Changshui glared at her, “What kind of way is that to speak to your father? Honestly, everyday a young lady like you jabbing and stabbing, not thinking about having kids quickly, heaven knows what you’re busy with.”