Invasion of the United States

After shaking hands, Zhou Qingfeng invited Xiao Jinlang to tour his farm. He pointed to a nearby plot of land, "Come on, Uncle Xiao, let me show you my place."

With that, he took the lead, walking along the winding farm pathway.

By noon, the roaring of agricultural machinery had temporarily quieted down as the workers went for their lunch break.

The equipment was left in the fields, looking tall and formidable from both afar and up close.

Following behind, Xiao Jinlang glanced at the massive seeder and couldn't help but ask, "Did you buy all these machines?"

Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand, grinning, "No way, I rented them. This ten thousand-acre plot isn't considered a big farm in the United States, so it's not worth spending a fortune on these expensive gadgets.

Renting from a professional agricultural machinery and technology company is both cost-effective and hassle-free.

I also hired a Puerto Rican to manage everything here. He worked for the Chris Clan for over twenty years, a seasoned hand, no bad record, quick and reliable.

I doubled his salary, so he's doing this with a big smile on his face, and I get to relax."

For nearly a month, Zhou Qingfeng spent half of his time at this farm. Though the land hadn't formally been transferred to his name yet, he was already managing it as if it were his own, buzzing with activity.

As they walked along the farm pathway for several hundred meters, a low hum came from the sky.

A "Warthog" drone pierced through the clouds and wobbled down onto the rough dirt runway ahead, kicking up dust like a clumsy big bird landing.

Two Mexican workers quickly ran over, skillfully opened the front cockpit, and with a squeak of the hinges, pulled out a long cargo tray.

Curious, Xiao Jinlang stepped closer and squinted to see that the tray was filled with supermarket items—milk, bread, canned food, laundry detergent—just ordinary stuff.

He was quite puzzled and turned to ask, "Are you doing air transport in the United States?"

Zhou Qingfeng laughed heartily, waving his hand to deny it, "Not at all, we're not running a business. This plane hasn't even got its airworthiness certificate yet, it's just free testing.

Anyone within 200 kilometers willing to use our 'Flying Supermarket' app to buy daily necessities, we deliver for free."

Xiao Jinlang's mouth twitched upon hearing this, and he couldn't help but smile, "Aren't you afraid someone will sue you?"

Zhou Qingfeng was nonchalant, "In the United States, how can you make money without dancing on the edge of the law?

I've got a whole team of lawyers behind me, spending four to five million US Dollars on legal fees every year. They can't just take the money and do nothing, right?"

Xiao Jinlang was stunned for a second, then bursts out laughing. He patted Zhou Qingfeng on the shoulder, feeling quite familiar, and said, Brought to you by MV6LEMPY6R.

"Xiaozhou, since we're having such a good chat, I won't beat around the bush. I'm here for serious business.

A month ago, regarding the 'shopping' trip of the aircraft carrier, the country was quite surprised and very satisfied with the outcome.

After more than a month of checking, verification, and processing, we've swiftly completed most of the formalities.

My visit is to settle the accounts and discuss the follow-up."

Xiao Jinlang, relying on memory, roughly recounted the results of handling the smuggled goods to Zhou Qingfeng.

The first thing was naturally a hundred cabinets, four hundred million US Dollars, paid directly to Zhou Qingfeng's personal account using overseas emergency funds.

The X Virus samples and several biochemical devices, along with the corresponding research software and database, were worth over hundreds of billions of dollars.

Especially the database, which exposed the secrets of the US Military's biochemical research. A peek at their results could reveal everything they've been doing for the past ten to twenty years.

"We know those things have immense value, but it's really tough to allocate funds. Even if approved, getting thousands of billions of RMB at once is very difficult."

Xiao Jinlang suggested either a twenty-year installment payment or investing in future profits from the research as a return.

"The higher-ups have agreed to fund the X project yearly, giving you a 20% fixed income, non-dilutable for twenty years."

Zhou Qingfeng had no objections, as he initially hadn't invested anything, so earning something was better than nothing.

As for other minor things, like the scrapped F135 engines and Merlin-1D rocket engines, they had referential value for domestic research but weren't significant.

These could be cashed in for some token money.

With the financial matters settled, they moved on to more critical issues.

Lowering his voice, Xiao Jinlang asked, "Xiaozhou, do you need any help from us while you're in Florida?"

Zhou Qingfeng glanced back and saw only Security Captain Chen Rui trailing behind, while Lux and Yeager had been sent elsewhere.

Pointing at Chen Rui, he asked, "Your man?"

Xiao Jinlang nodded, "Yes, arranged by me."

"Not just him, right?"

"Indeed, there are five in total. If you're not comfortable, we can withdraw them anytime."

"No, it's not uncomfortable, but rather not enough," Zhou Qingfeng said. "Can more be sent? It would make me feel safer."

Xiao Jinlang chuckled, "You think they're cabbages in a field? Available as you wish? They're here temporarily and will leave once the task is done. If you need bodyguards, spend your own money.

But Zhou Qingfeng shook his head, "Hired ones aren't reliable; you can't get rid of them when you want to."

He then elaborated on the background of Lux and his team, including Hammer, Dias, the Department of Homeland Security, and even the 'Tree of Justice' organization.

Not to mention the terrorist attack on the 'Caribbean' cruise ship.