Bawang pursued the enigmatic fleet, an unrelenting pursuit that stretched beyond an hour. His persistence only served to deepen his conviction that the caravan was steering its course toward the shallow sea. Yet, the motive behind this maritime convergence remained a riddle, an enigma locked in uncertainty.
The puzzle was compounded by his inability to deduce their intent. Frustration gnawed at him as he grappled with the enigma. At each impasse, a reflex led Bawang to reach out to his confidant, Liu Yong. This instance was no different.
"Master, the perplexity deepens. A fleet of vessels is navigating its way to the shallow sea," Bawang's voice resonated within Liu Yong's thoughts. Liu Yong activated his third-party vision to heed his subordinate's account without delay.
Through this extraordinary vision, Liu Yong transcended mere observation, and he beheld the Overlord lurking beneath the water's surface and cast his gaze upon the entire fleet. Aboard them were a mammoth salvage ship of tens of thousands of tons and four substantial transport vessels, each boasting a tonnage surpassing 100,000 tons.
The question loomed more significant than the waves—what drove this armada into these waters? Liu Yong found himself equally mystified, and his comprehension shrouded in ambiguity. However, as he zoomed in on the scene, his focus was drawn to figures adorned in industrial attire on one of the ships. Intuition suggested that these figures were likely affiliates of a specific corporation.
Intensive scrutiny unveiled the presence of this unique workforce on every vessel, dressed uniformly in corporate attire that bore the distinct insignia. Notably, the largest salvage ship seemed to harbour a preponderance of these personnel, and their clothing even displayed the emblem of a particular company—Heitie Company.
An expeditious internet search affirmed Liu Yong's conjecture; indeed, the logo belonged to Heitie Company. The revelation dawned upon him—Heitie Company was the architect behind this endeavour.
Suddenly, everything clicked in Liu Yong's mind. He deduced that Heitie Company had chanced upon intelligence about their metal fragments resting in these shallows. Empowered by this revelation, they had marshalled the fleet to reclaim their treasure trove of grey-black metal.
Understanding washed over him, and a suppressed chuckle nearly escaped Liu Yong's lips. "Oh, brother, your innocence is truly something to behold," he mused inwardly.
Liu Yong articulated his insight, "They're agents of the Black Iron Company, scouring the shallow sea for gray-black metal fragments."
Even the Overlord, privy to the discourse, comprehended the tableau. In its resounding voice, it echoed an emotional urge, "Master, should I teach them a lesson for daring to exploit our metal fragments?"
The Overlord, as if driven by this notion, elevated its colossal spear, embodying a resolve to pierce through the fleet—a reaction well in line with its disposition.
Nevertheless, Liu Yong believed restraint was prudent. He deemed intervention unnecessary, allowing the Black Iron Company's efforts to falter into futility. "Let them be, for now. Allow them to frolic in the shallow sea," he advised, relishing the potential for a comedic spectacle.
Bawang assumed his role as an inconspicuous observer, tailing the fleet for hours until they finally reached their intended sanctuary—the shallow sea. As predicted, the fleet promptly dispatched divers and unveiled a submarine submersible in their quest for the coveted metal fragments.
Meanwhile, the Overlord maintained a discreet distance, a silent witness savouring the unfolding drama. Its presence, akin to an unexpected cameo, infused an extra layer of amusement into the spectacle.
When forceful intervention remained elusive, revelry proved a suitable alternative.
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The passage of time saw the Global Scientific Research Center flourish, attracting a steady stream of professionals to its ranks. Small groups burgeoned into dozens, then hundreds, signifying an exponential surge in momentum.
This surge owed much to the Center's allure—lucrative remuneration and unparalleled perks, including residential provisions. On par with their Global Shipping Group counterparts, Research Center personnel luxuriated in well-appointed dwellings boasting no fewer than two bedrooms and a living area, while elite savants enjoyed expansive quarters.
Huang Guang, a pivotal figure, strode into Liu Yong's inner sanctum afresh, delivering an exhaustive assessment of the Research Center's current status. His purview encompassed the entire spectrum, encapsulating ongoing construction in Wanghai County—a sprawling edifice spanning 2,000 acres, an investment exceeding 20 billion, with the promise of even loftier returns upon completion.
Concluding his report, Huang Guang transitioned to the heart of the matter, "Brother Yong, a few among the recruits stand out—luminaries in the realm of domestic rechargeable batteries, celebrated for their resounding achievements."
Liu Yong endorsed measured consideration, "Observe for a while, harness these talents judiciously, and don't hesitate to propose genetic enhancement if warranted."
For Huang Guang, this prospect kindled a glint of anticipation. The multifaceted benefits that followed genetic augmentation weren't lost on him, an insight he harboured as he posed his subsequent inquiry, "Brother Yong, our scientific corps—numbering more than a hundred—has coalesced. How shall we proceed with our research?"
Adopting a carefree demeanour, Liu Yong unveiled his plan: "I've outlined a roadmap to guide our research endeavors. Tomorrow, convene a select core here, and we shall delve deep into this strategy."
"Understood," Huang Guang acquiesced.
With this, the blueprint was set, its efficacy yet to be measured.
The following day, under Huang Guang's guidance, the chosen few—seven or eight—gathered within the heart of the Universal Building. Aligned with Liu Yong's intent, they convened in a modest chamber with palpable anticipation in the air.
Soon enough, Liu Yong materialized, clutching an unassuming satchel. A reunion of sorts, these professionals had encountered Liu Yong on a solitary previous occasion, their initial interaction a candid discourse.
Following pleasantries and dispelling formality with a wave, Liu Yong embarked on the heart of the matter. He unfurled the Research Center's aspiration—an audacious undertaking to conceive the paramount battery in the world, an unsurpassed pinnacle in rechargeable technology.
The ambition resonated, captivating the assembly, immersing them in a vortex of aspirations and apprehensions.
Undaunted, Liu Yong elucidated, "Don't bear undue burdens; I provide prototypes. Emulation is the crux."
The mere presence of prototypes injected renewed vigour; the daunting spectre of an impossible challenge was now a phantom eclipsed.
Curiosity surged—how did these prototypes fare on the global stage? Were they indeed an emblem of innovation?
Bypassing rhetoric, Liu Yong withdrew the prototypes from the suitcase, laying their secrets bare...
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