Invasion of the United States

Lux became even more envious—who could resist a young, wealthy, gentle, and kind chosen one who saved himself and his whole family?!

Hundreds of South American laborers on the farm were mostly of Mexican descent.

Zhou Qingfeng not only gave them jobs but also paid fair wages, handpicking the hardworking and smart ones, offering them better and bigger opportunities.

Mexicans value family highly and have suffered greatly from drugs and poverty, aligning unexpectedly well with Dongda's universal values.

Once they started talking, the engineers from Electric Flight quickly became close with the laborers, and enjoyed teaching them work skills.

In return, these skillful laborers taught the Dongda engineers numerous life skills.

Compared to the Chris Clan before, Zhou Qingfeng was like an angel.

In return, many Mexicans pledged their loyalty to him in a simple and direct way—by finding ways to bring their grandchildren from Mexico and offering them to Zhou Qingfeng as servants.

Dora, Valentino, Juana, Lucia... these pretty little maids surrounded him, changing every day, so that a month could go by without repetition, like a harem.

Zhou Qingfeng treated these male and female servants equally: "Everyone must go to school! Those over eighteen learn a skill, those under eighteen learn to read and write. No negotiations."

Every time Lux and Yeager, as bodyguards, watched the boss interact with those around him, they felt a bit uneasy.

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More and more people surrounded Zhou Qingfeng, making the two of them feel increasingly marginalized.

This was not a good sign.

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The commotion over 'Aircraft Carrier Shopping' had passed for more than a month.

The goods on the Watson arrived intact on the mainland, and domestically, the harvest was met with much satisfaction, nearly maxing out Zhou Qingfeng's favorability.

One hundred Nvidia NVL72 cabinets were completely taken over by the Navy.

Now that AI is in the limelight, applications are springing up like bamboo shoots after rain, increasing the hunger for computing power.

Top-tier AI computing power is something the country can't even buy, and once the Navy knew the cabinet model, they had no intention of letting go, not even the packaging.

The pile of biotech equipment and X virus samples went to the old academician's team.

The seventy-something old man had long since stopped doing research himself, but cheerfully boasted Zhou Qingfeng's achievements in front of high officials, making his contributions sound extraordinary.

For this, the old academician persuaded a group of his students to set aside their work and focus on the X project, striving to uncover the US Military's enhanced technology.

As for the other miscellaneous goods, they were distributed accordingly, even making the intelligence department ecstatic—it was like revealing rotten wounds within the US Military.

Their many vulnerabilities were exposed, and even a casual probe could uncover dirt.

Though the storm had yet to fully subside, Zhou Qingfeng found leisure, practicing his shooting and reaction skills on the farm daily.

Drenched in sweat, he removed his hood and training gear, revealing a toned physique, with red and blue marks from paintballs on his arms.

Little maid Dora wiped off his sweat. He shook his hair and shouted, "That's it for today! Dismissed!"

A group of Electric Flight employees scattered quickly, like refugees, rushing back to the air-conditioned rooms for a shower.

Nobody understood why their CEO insisted on playing paintball every day; at first, it was novel and exciting, but over time, it became exhausting and kept interrupting their work.

The training ground quickly quieted down, with only the tilted wooden cover and bullet-riddled cars remaining, and hot wind whistling through a pile of tires.

Other than the two bodyguards and maids, Helen was the only one still standing there, holding a drink, smiling at Zhou Qingfeng.

After the Caribbean cruise ship terror attack, the female teacher kept her promise, called him, and then dove into his life.

"Victor, you're the weirdest boss I've ever seen," she teased, pointing to the employees fleeing in all directions:

"Rich people usually play golf, sail yachts, or surf. You're the only one stubbornly obsessed with paintball guns. I dare say you're unique in the entire world."

The women around Zhou Qingfeng each had their own paths in life.

Kelly stayed busy in the country; Julia managed the household calmly; Selena focused on her studies; Jennifer preferred staying in the air-conditioned office rather than sweating outside.

Only Helen was willing to sunbathe with him under the scorching sun. She wore light sportswear, with sweat dampening her bangs, and always wore a cheerful smile.

Yeager and Lux got in an electric car, brought a pair of men and women back to the villa on the farm. Zhou Qingfeng took off his clothes and walked into the bathroom to shower.

Helen didn't say a word, unzipped her top, took off her sports bra, slid off her outdoor pants, her skin white and glaring, her chest rising and falling with her breath, and walked barefoot into the bathroom.

She squeezed some shower gel into her palm, rubbed her hands, letting the milky foam spill through her fingers, and then applied it to Zhou Qingfeng, washing off the remaining paintball paint.

Outside the bathroom, the little maid stomped her feet in anger... By the time Zhou Qingfeng finished his shower and walked out, an hour had passed.

As the head of security, Chen Rui came over to report, "Boss, there's a guy named Xiao Jinlang, says he has an appointment, wants to see you."

"Let him wait a bit, I'll change my clothes and go right over." Zhou Qingfeng understood that more than a month was enough for the domestic side to evaluate him properly; what was meant to come would naturally come.

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American farms are vast, with tens of thousands of acres being a small piece.

Xiao Jinlang left the highway in a car, wheels crunching over the farm road, kicking up dust behind. He looked out the window, expecting to see a vast farm landscape...

But as soon as he entered the farm, something felt off—this isn't just any farm, it looks like a quasi-military base, with a weird feeling reminiscent of the Cold War period.

The car drove past a rough barbed wire fence, and Xiao Jinlang's sharp eyes caught sight of several semi-submerged concrete bunkers, with their drab exteriors looking inconspicuous, like turtles crouching in the dirt.

Looking up, he saw a few watchtowers stabbing into the fields, tall and thin like sentinels, with drone platforms on top.

Drones buzzed over the platforms, like hawks ready to strike, monitoring the farm's surroundings.

Xiao Jinlang rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was seeing things: "Is this a farm or a military base?"

The farm also had a bit of a countryside feel.

The wheat fields had just finished spring plowing, next to verdant vegetable patches with thriving cabbage and peppers.

In the distance, the sounds of chickens and ducks could be heard, with a few lazy pigs grunting in the livestock area, the smell of manure mixed with the scent of grass drifting over.

Further along, a few workers were busy adjusting a machine in the workshop, with the rumbling sound of potatoes being peeled and chopped, like preparing for agricultural product processing.

Well rigs were set up too, with a drill turning noisily to extract water, splattering mud onto the workers' pants.

On the other side, rows of solar panels gleamed coldly in the sun, like giant mirrors covering the fields.

Mexican workers were working overtime to lay out the lines, the screeching of drills piercing enough to make one's scalp tingle.

"What's the purpose of this?" Xiao Jinlang felt restless in the car seat—growing grains, vegetables, raising pigs, drilling wells, and generating electricity, all self-sufficient?

With modern industry, doing this is too costly, utterly uneconomical, and completely unnecessary.

But as an older man, Old Xiao couldn't help but think of a few long-forgotten terms—"prepare for war and famine for the people," "start a big fight, have a nuclear war."

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In Zhou Qingfeng's view, the road outside the farm in the scorching sun raised dust, and a gray jeep rolled along shakily, like a tired old horse.

The wheels crunched over gravel, making a rustling sound, and finally stopped in front of him with a gust of hot wind and dust, the engine's residual heat still radiating in the air.

The car door popped open with a "bang," and a man in his fifties stepped out slowly.

He looked ordinary, with wind-and-sand-carved wrinkles on his face, wearing a faded jacket, his graying hair tousled by the wind.

At the moment of shaking hands, Xiao Jinlang grinned at Zhou Qingfeng: "Young man, do you know you've changed history?!"