Reborn in 1979: I Raised a Fortune with Four Daughters

Chapter 48 Creating Another Miracle

The next morning, Zhao Yuan got up early, washed up, ate breakfast at a breakfast shop near the hotel, and then returned to his room to wait.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

Zhao Yuan opened the door and saw Han Ping standing there.

"Brother Zhao, good morning, let's go have breakfast together."

Han Ping asked.

"Good morning, Brother Han. I've already eaten."

Zhao Yuan said.

"Then take all your luggage, we won't be staying here tonight."

Han Ping said.

"Okay, I'll tidy up a bit."

As he spoke, Zhao Yuan packed up all his things.

"Let's go to the venue."

The two then closed the door.

After leaving the hotel and turning a corner, you arrive at a large courtyard with guards standing at the gate.

Han Ping walked over, greeted the guards, and then led Zhao Yuan into the compound.

The two entered the compound and went into a building at the back. They went up to the second floor and stopped in front of a conference room. They knocked on the door, which opened from the inside. A man in military uniform came out and stopped them, handing them a folder and asking Zhao Yuan to sign a confidentiality agreement. Zhao Yuan was confused, but he still signed it as instructed. He was then led to an inner conference room.

Inside the conference room sat several serious-looking soldiers, as well as several non-military personnel.

Zhao Yuan glanced around and surprisingly spotted the two elderly men he had met on the train when he went to Huacheng.

Zhao Yuan followed behind Han Ping and politely nodded to them as a greeting.

Han Ping led Zhao Yuan to a seat and then left the conference room.

The hall was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop. Zhao Yuan sat quietly, not daring to utter a sound. In his previous life, he had never experienced such a solemn scene.

A few more people came in after a while.

The meeting room quickly filled up with people.

At this moment, the man in military uniform at the head of the conference table coughed lightly, breaking the silence.

"Everyone, I've gathered you all here today because I have an important task to assign you." His voice was deep and powerful, and his gaze swept over everyone present.

His gaze was sharp and imposing, giving one a sense of dread at first glance.

The smartly dressed man in his military uniform continued solemnly, “Just recently, our country’s valiant special agents, after overcoming numerous hardships, successfully obtained an extremely crucial and vital document. The significance of this document for our country’s ongoing research and development of new weapons is self-evident. And those of you gathered here today are all outstanding individuals, the best in the field, selected from numerous excellent translators across the country through rigorous screening! I sincerely hope that in the coming days, you will dedicate yourselves wholeheartedly and single-mindedly to this translation mission.”

He paused, his sharp gaze sweeping across the room like a hawk's, before reiterating, "I believe you all solemnly signed that highly confidential agreement before entering this conference room. In fact, even before coming here, you were all well aware that this work is of utmost importance and is under absolute secrecy. Once you step out of this office, all memories of this matter will vanish, as if it never happened. You must always remember that anyone who dares to divulge even a single word will face severe and merciless military law!"

The meeting room was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop. Everyone was too afraid to even breathe.

"For the next few days, everyone will be staying and eating in this building. Please leave your luggage in this conference room, and we will take care of the arrangements."

The man in military uniform sitting to the left of the first seat spoke.

After speaking, the man in military uniform stood up and walked to the back of the conference room, opening a hidden door that led to a high-tech studio. He announced, "From now on, you will be in this secure area, working around the clock until the mission is complete. Someone will give you documents shortly; raise your hand when you've finished translating them, and do not whisper to each other. If you need to use the restroom, raise your hand and ask a staff member."

This sounds similar to taking the college entrance exam, no, it's even stricter. Zhao Yuan thought to himself.

Zhao Yuan and his entourage entered the spacious and bright studio, where rows of neat workstations were arranged. Staff members led them to their seats and provided each person with a state-of-the-art translation device.

Each workstation is separated by partitions of a certain height, allowing everyone to focus solely on their own task and preventing them from seeing what others are doing. This design is clearly intended to ensure confidentiality and independence of the work.

Once everyone was seated, a man in military uniform with a serious expression approached and distributed sealed document bags to everyone. The words "Confidential Documents" were prominently printed on the surface of the bags, giving them a solemn and dignified feel.

The soldier said in a calm tone, "Please carefully check whether the document bags you received have been opened or tampered with. If you confirm that the document bags are intact, then you can open them and begin work." After speaking, he sharply scanned the people present.

Zhao Yuan took the file bag from him, examined it carefully, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual about the seal, he gently tore it open. He eagerly took out the documents inside and quickly began to peruse them. It turned out to be a detailed document about stealth aircraft coatings.

Upon seeing the document, Zhao Yuan felt a surge of familiarity. In his previous life, during his time as a university professor, he had published academic papers on this field. However, the technology described in this document was clearly outdated, lagging significantly behind current advanced levels. But at this moment, Zhao Yuan knew he couldn't easily reveal this, as such a reaction would be logically difficult to explain.

So he took a deep breath, calmed himself, picked up the pen on the table, and devoted himself entirely to the translation work. Sometimes he frowned, deep in thought; other times he scribbled furiously, quickly recording key information. A tense yet focused atmosphere filled the entire studio, as if time itself had frozen…

Soon Zhao Yuan raised his hand.

The staff assumed Zhao Yuan needed to use the restroom.

But Zhao Yuan put the documents into a document bag and handed them to the staff.

The staff member was surprised, but still took Zhao Yuan's documents and went to the conference room.

Zhao Yuan sat at his workstation and continued to wait.

After a short while, a staff member came in carrying a bag.

He walked over to Zhao Yuan and handed him the bag.

Zhao Yuan took the bag and quickly glanced through it. It was still a document about aircraft stealth coating. Zhao Yuan immediately resumed his writing mode and quickly finished translating it. He then reviewed it again from beginning to end and raised his hand once more.

This time, the staff member was not surprised at all. They calmly walked over, took Zhao Yuan's documents, and went to the conference room outside.

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Zhao Yuan translated four documents.

The fourth document was issued.

During the translation process, Zhao Yuan unexpectedly discovered a hidden code, hinting at a possible technological breakthrough.

Zhao Yuan was secretly delighted. He could use this code to write down the advanced stealth aircraft design schemes he knew. In this way, he could also contribute to the country's defense technology and keep it decades ahead.

But this must be done logically.

Zhao Yuan raised his hand again to signal.