The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Century City, Beverly Business Club.

The clubhouse was closed to the public today, and leaders from technology companies across the United States gathered in the clubhouse's banquet hall.

Security was extremely tight; no one other than the person holding the invitation was allowed to enter.

No one was unhappy about it, because the party was organized by Hawke Osment, a leading figure among the tech elites and the founder of the tech revolution camp.

Elon Musk, Peter Thiel, Reid Hoffman, Mark Zuckerberg, Sergey Brin, and Jeff Bezos, all prominent figures in the internet technology industry who have risen to prominence in recent years, were present at the event.

Hawke stood at the entrance of the hall to greet them, while Brian was busy entertaining guests.

During the event, some minor incidents occurred. After Musk and his arch-rival Zuckerberg exchanged barbs, Musk almost got into a fight with Sergey Brin.

The reason is that Musk seduced Sergey Brin's wife.

However, marriage meant little to the group's interests, and Hawke and Brian intervened in time to prevent their argument from escalating into a physical fight.

The banquet hall quickly quieted down, and Hawke and Brian naturally became the center of attention.

The group had already guessed what was going on when they arrived, so they were not surprised by the topic of discussion.

Tech elites have amassed considerable wealth, but most of them only truly became billionaires in the last decade, and their social influence is clearly insufficient.

With money, you naturally want more.

Under American rules, supporting a proxy is undoubtedly the best option.

Hawke's conversation at the party consistently revolved around the social discourse power of these new elites in the technological revolution camp.

Brian emphasized the importance of the high-tech industry, stating that the federal government must allocate more resources to it in terms of policy, believing that the high-tech industry is the future of America.

Financial opium is also an unavoidable topic.

Brian believes that finance and technology should complement each other.

Brian's years as governor of California have already demonstrated his support for the high-tech industry.

Another crucial point is that Hawke is a recognized representative of the tech elite.

The gathering, which lasted less than three hours, successfully achieved its intended goals.

The party ended, but an accident occurred.

As Musk stepped out of the banquet hall and into the corridor, he was ambushed by Sergei Brin, who was hiding in the restroom.

After business is settled, personal grudges must be resolved.

Sergey Brin, wearing a green hat, rushed out and punched Musk, causing his nose to bleed profusely.

Musk immediately retaliated, smashing his chubby fist into Sergey Brin's eye socket, causing one of his eyes to swell up on the spot.

Then, the two started fighting.

Zuckerberg rushed over from a distance, took out his phone and took a series of photos of Musk, which he immediately posted on Twitter.

"Hit him! Keep hitting him!" The surrounding crowd was full of jerks who loved to watch the drama unfold. Bezos even cheered them on: "Eron, use your left hook! Sergei, is your right hook just for show? Yes, hit his vitals!"

Peter Thiel shouted, "I'm going to go live on Twitter, so don't stop, keep playing!"

Zuckerberg laughed and said, "Let's open a betting platform while we're at it."

Hawke rushed over and said, "If you don't stop, Peter will broadcast it live to the whole world."

Sergey Brin shoved Musk aside and said angrily, "I treated you like a friend, invited you to my home for parties, and what did you do? You seduced my wife!"

Musk, still having some self-respect, retorted, "What do you mean I seduced your wife? It was clearly your wife who seduced me! You're so incompetent that even your wife looks down on you..."

Sergei Brin did not fall for his trick and get caught in a vicious cycle of self-justification. Instead, he looked around at the people and said, "You should all be careful when you associate with him. How despicable is the character of someone who dares to seduce even his friend's wife?"

Zuckerberg bluntly stated: "I can attest that Musk is a despicable, shameless, and treacherous bastard!"

Musk rushed forward, intending to attack Zuckerberg. Zuckerberg, having suffered a setback in the ring last time, knew he was at a significant weight disadvantage and dared not confront Musk head-on. He turned and ran, not forgetting to say, "Hey, you big talker, remember to check my Twitter. I posted a picture of you looking pathetic."

Musk's nose was bleeding and his face was in pain, so he couldn't catch up at all.

Hawke said, "Everyone, let's disperse."

Among the crowd, he still had considerable influence, and the onlookers dispersed and left the Beverly Business Club.

Hawke specifically arranged for Musk and Sergey Brin to use two different doors to avoid them fighting outside.

After seeing everyone off, Brian came over to say goodbye to Hawke: "I have to go back to Sacramento; I'm meeting with some state legislators there tonight."

Hawke said, "Do your best, future president."

Brian cautioned, "We can't open the champagne at halftime, especially since the game hasn't even started yet."

Hawke saw him off, but to his surprise, Zuckerberg was still waiting in the lobby.

The latter quickly came over and said, "I need to talk to you about something."

Hawke gestured to the rest area: "Sit down and let's talk."

Zuckerberg sat across from Hawke, and after the waiter brought his coffee and left, he said, "This trip to the East wasn't very good."

Hawke could guess the outcome, and said, "We were given the cold shoulder?"

“No, the reception was very warm,” Zuckerberg recalled. “Their attitude was impeccable, but when it came to discussing business, they kept avoiding the topic.”

He shook his head: "It's completely different from what I imagined. It's not that we can't reach an agreement, it's that there's simply nothing to talk about."

Hawke casually remarked, "Perhaps the market over there has its own unique characteristics."

Zuckerberg completely agreed: "It's very special; the systems and ways of thinking on both sides are completely different."

Hawke said, "Let's focus on developing other markets. Perhaps Tangbao's content falls into a special industry there."

Zuckerberg, having hit a wall once, was now disheartened and said, "I won't consider that side for now, but..."

He was still somewhat unwilling to give up: "A market of over a billion people, we can see it but we can't get a piece of it."

Hawke pointed out, "There's also a supermarket of over a billion people."

Zuckerberg paused for a moment, then quickly realized: "India? It seems to be the strongest country in Asia."

Hawke, being the largest shareholder of SugarPay, naturally had to remind Zuckerberg, saying, "If you're going to develop the Indian market, you'd better talk to Henderson first."

Having learned from his setbacks in the Eastern market, Zuckerberg said, "West Coast companies have the most business dealings with Indians in the US, and I must pay them a visit to learn how to deal with Indians."

Seeing that he had taken the advice to heart, Hawke said no more: "I wish you success in expanding your market."

Zuckerberg stood up to say goodbye: "Wait for my good news." After leaving the club, he didn't return to Sugarballs, but called Henderson directly.

Henderson also attended today's gathering, and before everyone had left, they immediately arranged a meeting place.

After the two met, Zuckerberg humbly sought advice from Zuckerberg.

Henderson also knew who the company truly belonged to and explained the key points of the deal with the Indians one by one.

Once you peel back the layers of propaganda created by mainstream American media, it's not hard for someone like Zuckerberg to understand how to deal with Indians.

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Boca Chica, Texas.

In the launch control hall of SpaceX, Indian Randall sat in the observation area, glancing at the towering Falcon rocket outside the window and then at the control area in front of him, looking somewhat impatient.

News from India indicates that two luminous objects, highly suspected to be high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft, have appeared precisely on time in the high-altitude airspace above the border military zone.

Even after New Delhi protested again through diplomatic channels, nothing changed.

The radar could not lock onto the target, the fighter jets could not detect it, and the luminous object in the sky remained bright, as if mocking all the Indian soldiers.

This was unacceptable to the prideful Indian military, which continued to pressure Hindustan Aeronautics Limited (HAL) to develop high-altitude technology to counter it as soon as possible.

The pressure eventually fell on Randall, with calls coming in one after another from New Delhi, keeping him up at night.

A hefty deposit has been paid, but if the truth about the high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft cannot be uncovered...

Randall looked out the window at the towering Falcon rocket and quickly shook his head. The United States possesses the world's best satellite technology. The combination of Surrey Satellite, West Coast Technologies, and SpaceX is said to be able to rival NASA.

Inside the command center, a countdown began.

As the launch command was given, the Falcon rocket outside spewed out huge plumes of smoke and flames and quickly soared into the sky.

"Observation points one and two report that the rocket is operating normally."

"Engine and satellite electronic signals are normal!"

Not long after, the launch vehicle crossed the Karmen line.

Randall had been waiting.

Howard, an expert from West Coast Technology, said, "In another hour and a half at most, we will be able to observe the situation over there."

Randall took the satellite phone and said, "Based on past patterns, the high-altitude reconnaissance planes over there will appear soon."

Durant, the deputy director of security in the command center, gestured for them to proceed: "Please contact them as soon as possible."

“I’ll contact the observers in the border region right away.” Randall made a call, directly contacting the frontline observation team to verify the situation.

According to the border observation team, two luminous objects have appeared in the night sky.

The video feed from that location was even transmitted to the screen in the command center via Starlink communication satellites.

Howard looked at the image and confirmed it was Venus and Jupiter. Suppressing the urge to laugh, he said with a straight face, "The situation seems quite unusual."

Indians, including Randall, have been troubled by this for nearly two months.

Randall stated, "They are a major threat to India's national security."

Howard almost burst out laughing at these words. He quickly covered his mouth and coughed a few times, saying, "Please rest assured, we are very confident in resolving this threat."

The heavy weight on Randall's heart seemed to have been lifted, making him feel much lighter instantly.

The survey satellite entered its designated orbit, the solar panels opened successfully, and the space telescope, optical remote sensing equipment, and satellite-specific cameras were activated one after another.

Durant, having been informed, said to Randle and Howard, "The survey satellite is ready. Please proceed to the technical area."

Randall quickly followed him and went with Howard to the technical area, where they sat behind a row of screens to facilitate communication with professionals in space exploration technology and West Coast technology.

After waiting for a while, a technician reported to Howard: "Professor, we can begin."

Howard looked at Randall, who was once again in contact with the Indian border, and pointed to the relevant footage, saying, "The situation is exactly as described."

"Begin," Howard commanded.

Several technicians sprang into action, operating satellite optical remote sensing equipment and specialized cameras to scan and photograph the area within India's borders.

On the first pass, nothing was found.

These people were not in a hurry. With a more cautious and serious attitude, they made some parameter adjustments and conducted a second screening.

Randall and the others were getting a little anxious, feeling as if they had thorns growing under their buttocks.

As a bureaucrat, he didn't quite understand the satellite images, but he had a bad feeling from the constant hushed conversations between the technicians.

After several rounds of technical surveys, the team leader strode over and whispered to Howard, "Professor, the area survey is complete, and we... found nothing."

Howard adopted an unusually serious attitude: "Have you confirmed it?"

"Yes," the team leader said. "Five professional technicians clearly detected that there are no aircraft in the area below the Karman line."

Randall looked astonished and shook his head repeatedly, "Impossible, impossible!"

Howard said, "You should contact the people back home again."

Randall dialed the satellite phone again to confirm that the two luminous objects were still hanging in the night sky over the Indian border region.

He hung up the phone, his surprise turning into shock: "Could it be that our adversaries have become so technologically advanced that their aircraft can achieve true stealth?"

Howard, however, put on a thoughtful expression, as if he had been thinking for a long time, before slowly saying, "Use the latitude and longitude and the trajectory of the luminous object to compare with the astronomical star chart. If the trajectory matches, turn on the satellite astronomical telescope and observe in the direction of space."

The technical team leader immediately returned to the work area and led the technical team to get to work.

Randall asked, "Professor, what do you mean?"

"Let's wait," Howard said. "We'll wait for the technical team's observation report."

Randall thought to himself, "No way? Those are India's top army and air force, how could they make such a basic mistake?"

Just as he was lost in thought, the technical team leader returned with a report and said to Howard, "Professor, we can confirm with 100% certainty that the luminous objects observed in the Indian border region that resemble high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft are Venus and Jupiter in our solar system."

Howard took the report and began to read it carefully.

Randall was no longer just shocked; his entire worldview was shattered. He asked, "Are you sure those are Venus and Jupiter?"

The technical team leader was quite dissatisfied with the doubts and stated unequivocally, "It's definitely Venus and Jupiter!"

Randall was stunned. This was a huge embarrassment, an international humiliation. (End of Chapter)