Ye Wenjie, watch my moves closely.

Chapter 28 Red Coast Special Operations

"What exactly is your Deep Space Research Department doing?"

In the office of the relevant person in charge at the Chinese Academy of Sciences, the person in charge scratched his temple, his brows furrowed. "Xiao Yang, are you kidding me? You've been trying to merge the Institute of High Energy Physics into your Deep Space Research Department. Do you know that your inbox has been overflowing with feedback letters from the senior colleagues at the Institute of High Energy Physics these past few months?"

The true strategic intent of the Deep Space Research Department is a top-secret national secret. The person in charge was unaware of this and thought it was simply a department that researched and observed the universe.

However, since the establishment of the Deep Space Research Department a few months ago, no results have been seen, and they haven't even used the observatory. Instead, Lei Zhicheng and Yang Weining have been harassing the seniors at the Institute of High Energy Physics.

The Institute of High Energy Physics is a core department of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and its predecessors are all outstanding scientists of the Republic. To merge them into a newly established department with little connection to it would be an insult to these senior figures. Fortunately, the senior figures are good-natured and busy applying for the construction of a particle accelerator, so they didn't have time to deal with them. They just submitted a letter of opinion to the person in charge of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

Otherwise, if they report this to their superiors, these young people in the Deep Space Research Department will likely be in serious trouble.

Li Youyu disappeared for several months, and Lei Zhicheng was as slippery as an eel. The person in charge specially called over the honest Yang Weining, but he couldn't get a word out of him no matter what he tried.

Unable to get any answers, the person in charge sent Yang Weining back.

Back in his office, Yang Weining looked at Li Youyu's empty seat, which had been empty for a long time, and felt troubled.

He spent four months in the Northwest, and I heard that he only planted trees and rescued birds on the mountain.

But didn't he say he was going to raise money?

Could gold possibly be conjured up on the Loess Plateau?

Just as he was getting worried, the office phone rang. Yang Weining answered it, listened for a couple of minutes, and then realized something was wrong:

"Comrade Youyu, you mean, go back to Red Shore and cooperate with you in staging a play?"

Li Youyu spoke very briefly, leaving Yang Weining completely confused. Essentially, a week later, a show similar to the XJ organization would be staged at the Red Coast Base, and Yang Weining would be one of its members.

The script and dialogue are all done; it's called something like the Earth-Three-Body Organization, ETO...

"What's going on?"

Yang Weining returned home puzzled, and a chubby little figure rushed up to him, calling out "Daddy" in a childish voice.

Little Yang Dong is already one year old, and every day he waits at the door for Yang Weining to get off work.

During that year, Ye Wenjie was just like an ordinary housewife, taking care of her child and cooking.

The indifferent and sorrowful look that Hong'an had before had disappeared.

"How's it going? Is Comrade Yuyu coming back soon?"

Ye Wenjie took Yang Weining's coat and hung it on the wall.

Such conversations have been repeated more and more frequently in the past month.

Although Xiao Yangdong is very cute, for Ye Wenjie, the study of academic theories has never gone far; she has always been a person with a strong thirst for knowledge.

But Li Youyu kept putting it off, saying he would talk about it when he returned from the Northwest, and that trip lasted four months.

Yang Weining finished his drink, picked up the babbling Yang Dong, sat him on the sofa, and beckoned Ye Wenjie over.

"Soon."

Yang Weining said, "I'll be going to Hong'an next week, and he'll be back around the same time when I get back."

"Back to Red Coast?" Ye Wenjie asked. "For what?"

Yang Weining chuckled self-deprecatingly: "Acting..."

"Acting?" Ye Wenjie paused as she did her housework.

"Old Yang, we're scientists, why do we have to act?"

Yang Weining shook his head and said, "It wasn't explained clearly. It only said that it was related to the funding of the Institute of High Energy Physics."

Ye Wenjie then asked, "Does he still want to merge the Institute of High Energy Physics into the Deep Space Research Department?"

Yang Weining smiled wryly, "It seems he hasn't changed his mind yet. Wenjie, do you know what he's trying to use to persuade those senior figures?"

He said he wanted to build a particle accelerator, and he didn't want the government to pay for it.

Seven hundred million! He said he'd pay it all.

I've never seen such a crazy idea. Old Lei tried to approach the seniors at the Institute of High Energy Physics with this, but he was kicked out as soon as he opened his mouth.

That's utterly absurd.

Ye Wenjie neither confirmed nor denied it.

He had heard that the people who earned the most money were only those with tens of thousands of yuan in savings.

Seven hundred million is an unimaginable number.

After the two chatted for a while, Yang Weining's baby, Yang Dong, started to fuss. Ye Wenjie took the baby from him and held him in her arms to soothe him.

Seeing this, Yang Weining was about to get up and go to the kitchen to start cooking when Ye Wenjie stopped him.

"Old Yang," Ye Wenjie said, "I'll go there next week too. I want to go back and see my uncles and aunts in Qijiatun, and also see the Hongan Base."

Yang Weining thought about it for a moment, thought it was feasible, and casually agreed: "No problem."

Yang Weining was quick and efficient, and he prepared three dishes and a soup in less than half an hour.

Back at the dinner table, he habitually turned on the TV.

Ye Wenjie gently patted his hand and scolded him, "Old Yang, you need to eat properly and set a good example for Xiaodong."

Yang Weining smiled sheepishly and pointed at the television, saying, "I'll just listen to the sound, I won't watch it."

The television speakers broadcast today's news:

[Another border crossing incident has occurred on my country's southwestern border; our troops...]

There's another war.

Ye Wenjie listened to the broadcast, thinking silently to herself.

She didn't focus on the glory of victory; she was only thinking about how many families would lose their loved ones after a war.

War is a cruel thing.

Ye Wenjie scooped up some rice with a spoon and gently brought it to Yang Dong's mouth. Yang Weining ate his rice and occasionally made a funny face at Yang Dong, making the little guy laugh.

Just then.

Suddenly, a little girl's heart-wrenching cries rang out from the street outside her home:

"Mom! Mom!"

The little girl ran while crying, and when she reached the bottom of Ye Wenjie's building, she seemed to be unable to run any further.

As a mother herself, Ye Wenjie felt a pang of sympathy when she thought of the scene of Xiao Yangdong crying at night. She put down her chopsticks, went to the corridor, and looked down. She saw a thin girl huddled under the awning at the top of the stairs, sobbing with her head down.

The girl was about five or six years old, wearing a large military cap. Beside her lay a newspaper that had been crumpled into a deformed shape.

The little girl cried very hard, her throat was so constricted by the rapid flow of air that she couldn't make a sound, and her whole body was convulsing.

Ye Wenjie felt sorry for him, said something to Yang Weining, and went downstairs.

Just as I was about to offer my comfort, an old man ran over from around the corner.

She waved and called to the little girl, "Lin Yun, little Lin Yun, don't run around. Daddy's home."

The little girl looked up at the old man's expressionless face, wiped away her tears resentfully, and ran away, disappearing into the streets and alleys.

Ye Wenjie walked to where the little girl had just been, picked up the newspaper, and unfolded it. The front page headline reported on the border war that had just taken place.

In a small area below, there are the names of the fallen soldiers. One of the names is so wet with tears that it is impossible to read what is written on it.