Chapter 132: The Grand International Scheme

Seeing Mo Tian appear, Lin Feng said excitedly, "Mo Tian, they have finished what you asked for. Have you thought about what technical data we should provide them next?"

Mo Tian’s soul form paced back and forth, seemingly pondering the question. After a long while, he looked at Lin Feng and tentatively asked, "How about we provide the data for the motherboard, graphics card, and CPU all at once? If the second-generation computer from Future Tech launches in June, the third generation could launch around this time next year. With a year to prepare, that should be enough time to develop these three key components."

Lin Feng was stunned, exclaiming, "What? All three at once? If we actually pull this off, our company, Future Tech, will truly be unstoppable. We’ll become the leaders in computer technology!"

"Heh, with me here, our computers becoming the industry leaders is a given. Once these are out, we can move on to mobile phones!" Mo Tian replied, unfazed by Lin Feng's exclamation; to him, this was a trivial matter.

"Fine, I'll do whatever you say. Let's get to work!" Lin Feng said, almost delirious with excitement as he envisioned the future prospects of Future Tech.

Mo Tian was left speechless, unsure of how to react to Lin Feng's behavior. Once Lin Feng had calmed down, Mo Tian spoke up: "Done having your fun? Now let's talk. In your opinion, what business makes the most money on this planet?"

Lin Feng was puzzled as to why Mo Tian would ask such a question. He thought about it seriously for a long time, but came up blank, and eventually had to shake his head.

"You really are exceptionally dim-witted. Apart from thinking about women, can you ever show some ambition?" Mo Tian mocked him mercilessly.

"Uh..." Lin Feng was left speechless by the blow; he realized that, upon reflection, he didn't seem to have any other notable strengths.

"Listen well: the most profitable businesses are, without question, arms dealing and energy. Whether it's on your Water Planet or the federal nations in my former plane, these two sectors generate the most wealth."

Lin Feng stared at Mo Tian with his mouth agape in shock. He was momentarily unable to speak, as the information was too much to process. When he finally regained his composure, he stood up from the bed and said, "Arms dealing is illegal in Huaxia! It’s a capital offense! And energy? That’s always controlled by the state."

Mo Tian rolled his eyes before continuing with a sneer: "Look at your head. Did I tell you to do it in Huaxia? If you can't manage it here, why don't you go to other countries? Go to places that are more chaotic and set it up yourself!"

Mo Tian’s words hit home. Lin Feng suddenly realized the potential and looked at Mo Tian in surprise. "You're right! Why didn't I think of that? We could definitely do it! Go to the Middle East; the situation there is volatile, and many countries are at war. We could intervene, send some experts over—with capital and military might, I believe we could quickly establish a foothold and expand. It would also give me a backup plan back home."

Mo Tian nodded in satisfaction; Lin Feng’s realization didn't disappoint him. Afterward, Mo Tian fell silent and took control of Lin Feng's body, copying the technical data for the graphics card, CPU, and motherboard onto the computer. Once finished, he retreated back into Lin Feng’s jade pendant.

Lin Feng remained immersed in the plan Mo Tian had proposed, calculating its feasibility and identifying suitable personnel. His first thoughts were of Zhao Ze and the hundred trainees. Zhao Ze had the strength, but the hundred members were not yet up to par. Lin Feng realized he needed to produce a batch of Immortal Brew as soon as possible to cleanse their marrow and strengthen their bodies, or they would never survive in the war-torn Middle East.

Having solidified his plan, Lin Feng immediately set to work. The stakes were too high, and this was his only lifeline; he didn't want to tell anyone around him yet, not even Xia Ruoxi, fearing it would frighten her.

Lin Feng listed the materials needed for the Immortal Brew. Because of the high demand, he needed a larger quantity of medicinal herbs. Once he had procured everything, he stayed locked in his house for five consecutive days, brewing the concoction day and night. Whenever his internal energy was depleted, he would rest, then resume as soon as he recovered. This terrified his parents, Lin Chuanming and Liu Runli, who thought something had happened to him. Fortunately, the villa was filled with the rich, fragrant aroma of the brew, and they guessed he was busy making wine, which put their minds at ease.

Five days later, looking at the ten ten-pound vats of Immortal Brew in his room, Lin Feng smiled with satisfaction. The effort had not been in vain.

After processing the brew, he went downstairs and was surprised to find his parents sitting in the living room.

"Dad, why are you home? Aren't you usually busy at this time?" Lin Feng asked as he sat down beside him.

Lin Chuanming, who had been reading the newspaper, finally noticed his son. "You've finally emerged? In the future, give us a heads-up if you're going to do something like this. Your mother and I thought something had happened to you!"

"Exactly!" added Liu Runli, chiming in to criticize him. "The first two days scared me to death. I thought you had suffered some kind of setback and were hiding in your room."

Knowing he was in the wrong, Lin Feng didn't argue. "It’s my fault for worrying you both. I’ll make sure to be careful next time and let you know beforehand."

"You promised! Remember that next time," Liu Runli said, letting the matter go.

"I promise, Mom!" Lin Feng quickly assured her.

However, Lin Chuanming wasn't satisfied. "Do you think you can get away with it that easily?"

Lin Feng didn't know what his father was up to. "Dad, I've already promised. If you're still unhappy, what do you want?"

"Give me some of that Immortal Brew, and we'll call it even!" Lin Chuanming revealed his objective.

Lin Feng rolled his eyes. So that was it. Since he had made a large batch, he could spare a pound for his father. "Fine, Dad, a pound for you. That's all I have to spare!" He cut off any further requests before his father could ask for more.

Lin Chuanming didn't dare push his luck. He knew the value of the brew and accepted the offer readily, fearing Lin Feng might change his mind.

After settling things with his parents, Lin Feng hired a large truck and workers to transport the vats to the laboratory. Because Lin Feng had given everyone a seven-day break, the laboratory was closed, but Zhao Ze and the hundred trainees were still training daily.

When Zhao Ze saw Lin Feng arrive with the truck and the workers unloading the ten large vats, he caught a whiff of the potent fragrance. He felt a surge of internal energy flowing through his veins, as if he were on the verge of a breakthrough.

Stunned, Zhao Ze asked, "Young Master Lin, what is this? It has such miraculous effects!"

Lin Feng, pleased with the reaction, said, "This is called Immortal Brew. It's a medicinal wine, the very thing I mentioned earlier that can cleanse the marrow and strengthen the body."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ze rushed over to the vats, touching them as if they were priceless treasures.

Lin Feng couldn't help but tease him, "What are you doing? It's meant to be drunk, not caressed!"

"Young Master Lin, are we really giving this to those boys?" Zhao Ze asked, feeling a pang of regret. He knew how much effort it had taken for Lin Feng to cleanse his own body.

"Don't be ridiculous. If not to cleanse their marrow and help them grow, why would I work myself to the bone making this? I can't drink it all myself, and I'm reluctant to give it to anyone else," Lin Feng replied, amused by Zhao Ze's miserly expression.

"Those boys are truly lucky!" Zhao Ze sighed.

Lin Feng kicked him lightly. "Don't dawdle. Tell every trainee to bring a large bowl; they must drink a full bowl to get the effect. Remember that! Give them the day off after they finish, then come to the lab. I have things to discuss with you."

Lin Feng walked into the laboratory, leaving Zhao Ze with the vats. Zhao Ze hurried toward the training grounds, muttering to himself, "Lucky bastards!"

When the trainees heard that Lin Feng had brought them a miraculous brew, they rushed over with their bowls like madmen, terrified they might miss out.