I Studied Abroad in the Modern Times-Chapter 159Book 2: : The Liaison Team and the Restricted Zone

Vol 2 Chapter 159: The Liaison Team and the Restricted Zone

Watching that black sedan gradually drive away from Hongshan, Tang Lingwu said,

“You only talked for half an hour, and that’s it?”

Zheng Fa smiled, turned to her, and said, “She’s just a representative—doesn’t have the final say. Our request is simple. What more is there to say?”

“Being a bit cold is good for us. Makes them feel safer too.”

Tang Lingwu didn’t quite understand that.

But the others with more experience nodded in agreement.

Off to the side, Old Man Bai scratched his head and joked, “I’ve really made it, huh… back when someone of that level visited Jingcheng University, I had to stand off to the side and clap like crazy.”

…

Only two days after Director Yang left, Zheng Fa keenly noticed changes at the foot of the mountain—

A number of well-trained strangers had arrived in the village below. They relocated the nearby villagers, as if taking over the whole place.

And subtly, outside vehicles could no longer get in.

It seemed like someone was deliberately isolating the nursing home from the outside world.

“This is a bit of a hassle,” Old Man Bai frowned. “They’re monitoring us?”

Zheng Fa thought for a moment, then shook his head: “I don’t think they mean harm. They’re just cutting us off from the outside.”

That much he could tell.

He and Tang Lingwu were still free to go down the mountain to school—those people didn’t interfere.

But any outsiders trying to enter the Hongshan area would be stopped.

“……” Old Man Bai still looked a bit grumpy. He was a sociable guy and had made quite a few friends in the village—now all gone.

Zheng Fa also felt a little frustrated. Just then, Tang Lingwu’s phone rang.

“My dad’s calling!”

She jumped, her expression showing a trace of panic, worried she’d dragged her family into this.

Zheng Fa frowned slightly.

“Hello? Dad? I’m fine!”

As she spoke, the fear on her face slowly faded, replaced by confusion.

“What? Someone offered you a project? Big shots?”

“Said it was because of me?”

“What do you mean I’m dating someone?! No, I’m not! Yeah, okay, I’ll ask!”

She hung up the phone, her expression hard to describe.

“What is it?”

“My dad said he suddenly got a bunch of big projects… said he met some high-level people he could never even get close to before, and they were all super enthusiastic.”

“So they’re… afraid of offending us?”

Old Man Bai blinked and looked at Zheng Fa.

Zheng Fa had a similar feeling.

“My dad even asked if I’d gotten involved with some big shot in Jingcheng…” Tang Lingwu continued, looking a bit indignant, “Something about ‘what generation’ I’m with…”

Old Man Bai grinned: “‘What generation’? The immortal generation, obviously!”

Tang Lingwu hesitated, then said a little sheepishly, “My dad said he wants to come to Jingcheng to visit us… he’s probably really scared this time.”

Old Man Bai chuckled, “Wait, he’s only coming now? Wasn’t he worried before?”

“My mom stopped him…” Tang Lingwu said a little awkwardly. “I asked her to.”

Old Man Bai shook his head, “Your dad’s pretty obedient.”

“…My mom told him, if he didn’t listen, she’d get sick right in front of him…”

Tang Lingwu said, then looked at Zheng Fa, “My dad this time… I don’t think my mom can stop him anymore.”

Zheng Fa paused. So Tang Lingwu had been keeping things from her family for his sake?

“Uncle Tang is very welcome,” he said with a smile. “It doesn’t make sense for all those outsiders to know what we’re doing, but your father can’t.”

…

A little while later, Old Man Bai’s phone rang too.

Zheng Fa and the others exchanged looks, all thinking the same thing.

Sure enough, after hanging up, Old Man Bai was silent for a long time before speaking: “My daughter said she’s being transferred to Jingcheng… said both her and her husband’s jobs are sorted. They told her she can pick whatever position she wants… and they’re all good ones.”

Zheng Fa did a quick mental tally.

As for himself—nothing to worry about, no close family. Just distant relatives, all contact lost after his parents passed.

Tang Mu Dao had never married.

Teacher Tian only had an elderly mother, well past traveling age.

So… if they wanted to show goodwill, starting with Old Man Bai and Tang Lingwu’s families made the most sense.

“We haven’t even ascended to immortality yet,” Old Man Bai muttered, “and they’re already getting carried upward with us?”

But Teacher Tian smiled and said, “Now that’s what you call making it.”

…

Another week passed before Director Yang returned to the nursing home.

This time, her smile was much more genuine.

“Mr. Zheng! I really have to thank you!”

Zheng Fa was a little surprised, and then heard her continue: “That pea you gave me—we ran animal trials as soon as we got back…”

He listened as she explained.

“The results were amazing! From what we observed, the pea can maintain biological vital signs for an extended period—extremely useful for high-risk operations, especially external surgeries!”

She paused and said:

“There’s an elderly man, you’ve probably heard of him.”

She whispered a name.

Zheng Fa nodded—he’d seen it in textbooks.

“His heart condition was already very bad, and he needed extracorporeal surgery. But no one dared operate on someone his age…” Director Yang’s voice carried a hint of respect. “We didn’t really have anyone else to test on either. In the end, he made the call—said he was close to dying anyway, might as well volunteer…”

“It went great!”

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The pea wasn’t even that powerful of a spiritual plant—Zheng Fa’s current ability to create spiritual energy environments was still limited.

But to modern people, it was already incredible.

“Then what’s with all that activity down the mountain?”

Old Man Bai asked.

He was still clearly a little sore about it.

“That was mainly for confidentiality,” Director Yang explained with an apologetic smile. “After all, this mountain’s been drawing more and more tourists lately. We were afraid word might leak.”

“This time I came… is to talk to you, Mr. Zheng, about the cooperation you mentioned earlier.”

Zheng Fa nodded without any change in expression.

“To be honest… this matter has a huge impact,” Director Yang said with a bitter smile. “Mr. Zheng, you may be the greatest opportunity we’ve seen in a thousand years, but on the other hand, we have no choice but to tread very carefully.”

“My visit this time has three purposes. First, consider this an official calling card—some people wish to meet you. Of course, if you don’t want to see them, we will respect that.”

“Second, to inform you of my new position. We now have an internal liaison team in place, and I’ve been appointed its leader. If you have someone else in mind, we’re open to considering that.”

“This liaison group could also be called a service team—whatever you need, as long as it doesn’t harm national interests or public welfare, we’ll do our best to accommodate. Whatever research you want to do, we’ll mobilize every resource available to support it.”

“Third, this is something we’d like to get your opinion on—the higher-ups intend to designate the area around Hongshan as a nature reserve, to keep random people from disturbing the nursing home. But in truth…”

Director Yang handed over a file.

Zheng Fa took it and glanced through it, and couldn’t help but feel surprised—this file marked a large portion of land around Hongshan under the name of the nursing home.

It had a bit of a private territory feel to it.

“What is this?”

“The people stationed down the mountain were really just there to reduce your trouble. Now, all of this land is yours, which means—if you’re not comfortable with them, you can tell them to leave.”

“Mr. Zheng, we only have one principle—maintain communication, show goodwill, eliminate misunderstandings.”

Zheng Fa thought for a moment and said:

“All of this is fine. I just have one question.”

“Please, Mr. Zheng.”

“What do you want?”

Director Yang paused, then gave a wry smile: “Mr. Zheng, don’t you see? There’s only one thing we care about—”

“Hmm?”

“What you want.”

…

Zheng Fa flipped through the materials Director Yang—no, Team Leader Yang—had given him.

The ones he valued most were about the Spirit Wood Thunder. As expected, with official cooperation, research on Spirit Wood Thunder progressed without obstruction.

The other eighteen solar terms' special electromagnetic waves had all been listed, each with three or four candidate waveforms.

As for the project on constructing advanced artificial intelligence using circuits—progress was still limited. Mainly because modern AI algorithms were too diverse.

There were simply too many proposed solutions.

According to Team Leader Yang, they were now working with top universities and research institutes to identify the most complete and promising frameworks.

Teacher Tian flipped through the documents and said with a smile, “This plan is kind of interesting.”

“Hmm?”

Zheng Fa looked up at her, and saw her say: “Seems like they’ve realized the benefits of spiritual plants. Now they’re even more eager than us. They want to collaborate—they’ll provide the seeds, we cultivate the spiritual plants, and then they run various studies.”

Zheng Fa didn’t mind either way.

If spiritual plants were what he suspected at their core—then as long as he controlled the source of spiritual energy in the modern world, he essentially controlled spiritual plant output.

This kind of cooperation could only benefit him.

Teacher Tian knew this too. She flipped another page and added, “This part is also interesting… because we can use Evergreen Talismans to rapidly mature ordinary crops, they’re hoping we can assist with agricultural breeding experiments…”

Zheng Fa thought it over, then nodded:

“Collaboration that benefits both sides is fine—but we need access to all experimental data and research reports.”

For him, now that he was working with the authorities, there was no need to hide anything—

But he had to understand all relevant technologies and information, in order to bring them back into service for the Heavenly Monument Realm—or even the Xuanyi Realm.

At the end of the day, they craved spiritual energy.

And he? Craved their experts.

Hard to say who was getting the better deal.

…

In the Heavenly Monument Realm.

This time, as usual, Martial Aunt Huang and Senior Sister Yuan were with him to harvest Heavenly Merit Points.

After a month of hard work, they had collected another twenty thousand points.

If the theory held—that the Golden Seal could level up again at 100,000 points—then this batch should be enough for now.

“Still no word from Senior Sister Zhang…”

While walking toward the Hundred Treasures Hall, Senior Sister Yuan suddenly sighed.

Zheng Fa and Martial Aunt Huang both looked serious—if Senior Sister Zhang had succeeded, and a new Soul Formation cultivator had been born, there was no way it would be completely silent…