System experience officer

Chapter 2289. The Copying System 6

Anyway, trademark registration and such can be left to the government to handle. Although the country is in turmoil, seeing the research results of these scientists, the government has started to allocate research funds and wants to regulate this area.

Han Zifeng retorted disdainfully, "Get lost! I built this house, and you think you can just take it like that? Don't you want to live in this world anymore?"

As it turned out, the people who came to meet them were equally stubborn, blaming everything on national righteousness and feudal superstition. This infuriated Zi Feng, so she showed them what feudal superstition was all about. Not only did she throw them back, but she also summoned the Black and White Impermanence to take them on a daily trip to the underworld.

She tossed the words "Let's keep him in check for a month so he'll remember" to the Black and White Impermanence.

The Black and White Impermanence were speechless, but based on the principle that the goddess's word was law, they could only drag this unlucky fellow around every day. Only then did the little idiot realize he was afraid; he knew he had offended a true master.

Zi Feng didn't care about any of that; all she wanted to do was build houses and ensure the safety and interests of these scientists. The government, seeing the poor little guy's miserable state, dared not do anything, and the registered copyrights all listed the names of a group of scientists together.

This is why Zifeng is very satisfied, and a group of scientists are also very satisfied. Zifeng continues to diligently recruit scientists across the country. As for those who want to go abroad, Zifeng simply sends them back to China. Those who can serve the country are worth saving, while those who want to go abroad and help foreigners are simply a matter of respecting their fate.

The key issue is that they weren't respected, and they didn't respect her either, right? They didn't have the prerequisites to become gangsters, so they could only be thrown back for reformation. Of course, those who were thrown back a second time were directly ordered by the higher-ups to be thoroughly persecuted by the Red Guards—those were the kind who had absolutely no use.

Time passed quickly, and Zifeng's buildings were constructed quite rapidly. However, the 50,000-person quota was not fully met. Some were intercepted but failed, and some were returned. In short, by the end of the movement, only more than 30,000 people had been incorporated.

But her makeshift team, in late 68, publicly launched a satellite into space, and in 70 began sending probes to the moon. Zi Feng, posing as a lunar landing crew member, had these people send a rocket they had made by hand to the moon, only to discover that it was an undeveloped, deserted, and completely barren planet.

Zi Feng didn't stand on ceremony and brought back some lunar soil via teleportation, along with a copy for the national government and another for his own academy. He also collected water samples and other items they could think of, as requested. Although he didn't know what they were doing, it was all minor stuff; he was happy to oblige.

And because she went to the moon, all the resources and replication systems on the moon could be directly copied and given to the country's scientists for research. The result was that one satellite was launched to the moon each year, and ordinary people began to go to the moon.

Zi Feng complained, "There really isn't Chang'e up there, not even a hair on the moon. The point is, I have everything you need, so why bother going to the moon?"

The scientists explained it as: "At least make an appearance."

Zi Feng was speechless. Fine, whatever makes them happy. He didn't understand, but he could still offer his support; it was just a matter of teleportation anyway. With Zi Feng's crazy help, China's technology tree had also advanced quite wildly.

According to the Americans, if they didn't even get a glimpse of it, China would suddenly collapse and be unable to contain itself. Zifeng chuckled, "Just have fun!"

Hong Xing, having been lured by them, is now genuinely a bit eccentric, oscillating between good and bad. Add to that the Jiang family, all江湖人 (jianghu people, a term referring to people in the underworld) with principles, and while they are indeed a bit eccentric, they aren't inherently bad. This is causing the police considerable distress. Should they arrest them now? It's a waste of time. Aside from a few unconventional individuals, they're mostly involved in legitimate businesses; they're practically ready to retire from the underworld.

But what if we don't arrest them? Occasionally they'll act up and do something reckless. Apart from Leung Kwan, who genuinely wants to sell fans, the others are basically just acting recklessly occasionally. For example, they might get into a fight and hit someone hard, or they might occasionally be sarcastic and try to get a job by talking to patrol officers. There are also marginal jobs like working as security guards at casinos. It's all quite complicated.

In the eyes of the police, this group of guys seemed like they hadn't completely reformed. Now that Hung Sing was under Chiang Tin-sang's control, almost everyone genuinely disliked Liang Kun. He was the most despicable member of Hung Sing, yet he was always so arrogant and boastful. He acted like he owned the whole world; he was the most despicable.

Zi Feng had told Jiang Tiansheng several times, "If it doesn't work, let's just kill that guy." Surprisingly, everyone in Hong Xing agreed. There was no other way; Liang Kun had practically become Hong Xing's lowest limit.

Fortunately, although Hong Kong also launched an anti-corruption campaign in the 7s, thanks to Hung Sing and Tsz Fung, Su Jun got away scot-free. There was nothing they could do; the police didn't want to provoke the mainland authorities. After all, they were simply not on the same level.

Furthermore, Zi Feng, leading Hong Xing, suppressed almost all of Hong Kong's underworld. Therefore, when the mainland established a military region, Hong Kong surprisingly chose to turn a blind eye. So, if the mainland wants to station troops here, then so be it; as long as they can reach an agreement with the US military stationed here, there really won't be a problem.

In negotiations between major powers, hard power still matters. And here comes the embarrassing part: the US is genuinely planning to forcibly occupy the research institute. Zi Feng originally wanted to intervene, but... cough cough cough, she's really not needed. A bunch of old scholars, carrying firearms, driving tanks, and fighter jets, just showed up.

Zi Feng ran to the back speechlessly and asked, "Wait, is it reasonable for you guys to manually craft tanks?"

The old man being asked was taken aback and asked, "So you've never been to the lab at all, right?"

Zi Feng replied matter-of-factly, "What would a mediocre student like me be doing there?"

The old man took a breath and said, "Once you go and see for yourself, you'll know that as long as our logic and creativity are up to par and we have enough materials, that lab can make anything. Otherwise, why do you think we can make weapons by hand?"

Zi Feng nodded: "No wonder the higher-ups wanted it; you must have reported it, right?"

The old man replied, "Since it's already been done, the country has to know, right?"

Zi Feng waved her hand and asked curiously, "Where did you get the phone number?"

The old man replied, "Among us old men, who doesn't have a few high-ranking officials as friends? Plus, you have a phone, so you just make a call here, and the operator there will report it directly. When the call comes back, we just need to report it again."

Zi Feng nodded, agreeing. Looking at the pitiful state of the American soldiers outside, she asked skeptically, "Wait, is it really okay for you to treat them like this? And why do they seem even weaker than thugs?"