Bind to the collection system, I became a national treasure

Before the "**" incident: 62 hours.

"Neil, you don't look well?"

In a manor somewhere, Neil came back to her senses and looked at the "very powerful friend" she had told Zhang Richeng.

She smiled sheepishly.

He was a white man with gray hair. You would not find him on any list of the world's richest people, but he and his interest group controlled wealth that exceeded that of most countries in the world. They were truly at the top of the pyramid.

The white man said, "Professor Zhang may just not have thought it through yet, but that's okay. We'll have a chance to meet again. Don't worry. Maybe in less than a month, you'll see him at my dining table."

Neil nodded, twirled his champagne glass, hesitated for a moment, and then chose to express his uneasiness: "There is one thing I might just guess, but I still want to tell you."

"I have always valued speculation. Speculation is the key to the future. Please speak."

Neil told Zhang Lu about his conversation with him at the office door.

Especially the speculation about Zhang's whereabouts.

The white man obviously took this matter very seriously and frowned and thought for a long time.

If we say that in the last era, the underlying pillar of the global economy was energy and oil.

In this era, the global economy has one more underlying pillar, and that is semiconductors.

Even what people call the tertiary industry, the "Internet" industry with the highest valuation now, is nothing more than a platform on the pillar. Without the underlying infrastructure, these platforms will find it difficult to develop.

So in the eyes of some people, they will protect their leadership and control in the semiconductor industry like they treat oil.

This kind of control is often deep-seated and transcends countries and regions. They don't care whether Zhang Licheng goes to Samsung, Qualcomm, Taiwan Electronics, etc., or even any other major country.

But I can't allow Zhang's schedule to go back there...

Only there, there will be absolutely no chance for them to rise again!

"I'll ask my friends in the intelligence community to check it out. Maybe they already have some information."

......

Before the "**" incident: 58 hours.

Zhang Liyu was at the customs exit counter, looking at the black male inspector in front of him with a smile on his face.

"A professor from MIT?"

Zhang Rizhi was a little nervous, but he kept a gentle smile on his face: "Yes."

The examiner's eyes became more serious. He had been in this position for many years and knew some rules that could not be stated explicitly. When Chinese scientists left their home country of Taiwan, they would always be treated more strictly.

"What's the reason for going out?"

“Attending an academic conference.”

The male examiner looked behind Zhang Chengzhi, at his wife who was traveling with him: "With your wife?"

"The organizers are quite generous. This is a rare travel opportunity."

Zhang Richeng tried hard to keep his expression unchanged.

The male examiner glanced at him with a stern and sharp look, his small eyes seemed to be full of suspicion, and then he made a phone call in front of Zhang Zhouli.

Zhang Richeng felt like his face was about to freeze from smiling.

After about a few minutes, the black examiner chose to let it go.

A huge stone fell from Zhang Richeng's heart.

To be honest, as a successful scientist, this is not the first time that he has taken his wife to various places to attend academic conferences.

I've received similar inquiries before, and I've never felt nervous, but today I feel like my back is sweating...

He couldn't help but give a thumbs up to the plan provided by Fanto. More than a hundred people set out in batches from all over the United States, and the location was "Marais", which seemed to have nothing to do with their motherland.

Security and confidentiality are greatly improved, and it is not easy to arouse vigilance. The reason of academic conference is absolutely justified.

Sitting on the plane, Zhang said to his wife, "Next up is the journey across the Pacific Ocean. You can have a good sleep now."

The 19-hour flight went by without any accidents, and Zhang Licheng and his wife gradually put aside the last bit of worry in their hearts.

I even had the thought that “maybe things aren’t that complicated.”

After all, this world still has rules, doesn't it?

"Conspiracy theories" can make people nervous for no reason.

Zhang Richeng comforted himself in this way.

After landing, as soon as he walked out of the airport, he met people who came to greet them.

Of course, you have to do the whole show, otherwise it will be easy to be exposed. The organization naturally understands this.

This "international conference" lasted for three days and was held in a high-end resort, so naturally someone would come to greet them.

It’s just that there is an extra “Tony” in it.

Zhang Chengzhi shook hands with Fantuo, who smiled and said, "Everything is going well?"

"Besides the 19-hour flight, it was really unbearable."

"Part of your team has already arrived and is resting at the resort. There are soft beds and some local delicacies there. You can take a good rest."

Zhang Rizhi asked curiously, "So do we really have to attend this meeting?"

Fanto smiled and said, "Of course, since we're already out, there's no need to attract any unnecessary attention. You can just participate according to the normal procedures. However, if you're not interested, you can rest in the hotel."

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Richeng and his family were sent to a resort ten kilometers away. The place arranged by Black Rose was indeed very good, with a beach, palm trees, and a swimming pool. The entire resort covered a large area and could accommodate thousands of people at the same time.

The last bit of uneasiness in my heart also disappeared.

From a distance, Zhang Richeng saw the "top headhunter" Che Wenjun, who was roasting himself on the fire and talking to someone. He walked over with a wry smile.

"You seem quite laid back. They said you arrived two days ago?"

Che Wenjun smiled and shook hands with Zhang Chengri. "Professor Zhang, I'm a lone man after all, and I'm not as famous as you are, so it's naturally easier for me to travel."

"You've arrived just in time. Let me introduce you. This is Ms. Meng, from the largest telecommunications company in China. Like you, she just arrived today and is also attending this academic conference."

"Ms. Meng, this is Professor Zhang Licheng, a leader in our team and semiconductor technology. He is the inspiration behind our return to China to start a business. He is also a disciple of Professor Yang."

"Hello, Professor Zhang. I've long heard of you."

"Hello, Ms. Meng."

Zhang Licheng shook hands with the strange woman.

I always feel...

It seemed like the two had met somewhere before.

"Have we met before?"

The other party seemed to have the same doubts. After thinking for a while, he shook his head slightly:

"Maybe not, but I think we should have a lot of common topics."

"professor Zhang."