Giant Ship Across the Song Dynasty: My Supplies Come from My Motherland

Chapter 56, Let's do it!

"Feelings are strange. You either like someone or you love them. There are no upper or lower levels, no history or time, no weighing of pros and cons. Pure emotions are intense, direct, and often catch you completely off guard."

Li Han handed Lin Zhou a glass of water: "My husband and I... He only has a high school education. When I met him, I was pursuing my doctorate, and he was a water deliveryman. It's a hard combination to understand, right? We became boyfriend and girlfriend after knowing each other for seven days. I admit I was a little attracted to him at first sight, but that's part of a relationship. Now we've been married for almost six years, and our child is over four years old."

She smiled and said to Lin Zhou, "You said you've developed feelings for someone from the past. That's not a problem at all. It's something that can happen, and the chances of it happening are very high. What you need to do isn't even to run away from it, but to think about whether you can bear the consequences of these feelings and then decide whether to accept them. Identity, distance, and even time and space are not problems. The only obstacle in a relationship is whether the two of you can accept each other's bad habits."

"My husband likes to swear, and I have a cold personality. For a long time, we both regretted our initial choice, but we eventually made it through. So, you asked me if I should have chosen this path? My answer is simple: can you accept each other's flaws? If you can, then it's all about doing your best and leaving the rest to fate." Li Han smiled and raised her hand: "Look, my husband has terrible taste. The ring he gave me is a style even my mother wouldn't approve of, but I like it. Because what I like isn't the ring, it's him."

Lin Zhou sighed, took out a cigarette, and was about to light it when Li Han smiled and said, "If there are ladies present, you need to ask for their permission before smoking."

"Can I still smoke?"

"Go ahead and smoke. My husband does the same thing, and I always have to remind him."

After Li Han finished speaking, her eyes were filled with a helpless yet gentle smile. Lin Zhou didn't light the cigarette, but just sat there thinking about what Li Han had just said. Although it was a woman's rather emotional statement, it was like pointing out a path for him.

Before long, all sorts of big shots arrived.

First of all, Lin Zhou's performance was affirmed, and he was praised so much that he blushed a little. The happiest person was of course Director Zhao, because the overall value of the things Lin Zhou brought, such as gold and cultural relics, was still being estimated. Sixty or seventy percent of them were out-of-print documents. The archaeological and historical circles were as excited as if it were New Year's Day. Old Wang didn't even have time to come today; he was busy sorting out the documents and cultural relics that Lin Zhou brought.

"By the way, Professor Wang asked me to tell you that the Song Dynasty imitation Zhou Dynasty chime bells you sent are very meaningful. They are covered with seal script and are crucial for studying the social culture of that time."

"Wait a minute." Lin Zhou looked up: "What do you mean by 'Song Dynasty imitating Zhou'?"

"It's... the Song Dynasty imitated the Zhou Dynasty."

Lin Zhou slammed his fist on the table: "Damn it, we've been fooled! That bastard told me it was from the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods!"

The thought that he had been swindled by Panjiayuan Market in the Song Dynasty filled Lin Zhou with rage...

"Alright, that's secondary, don't worry about it. We tested the gold, and it's very pure. Based on the current gold price, it's worth around 300 million. The higher-ups are very impressed with your performance, and what we agreed on will be fulfilled. The money will be transferred directly to your account."

Because the trip was quite long, Lin Zhou gave a long report, recounting all the information he had gathered, and then sat there waiting for the big shots' plans and arrangements.

"Historically speaking, even without your medicine and goods, the Jin Dynasty would not have been able to conquer Mongolia. However, since the Marquis of Si needs it, let's do as he wishes. We will arrange this matter, and you don't need to worry about the rest."

After finishing his sentence, Director Zhao turned to Lin Zhou and asked, "I heard you're having relationship problems?"

"It's not just a simple relationship issue... Are we still going to launch the satellite?"

Xiao Deng, a science student, nodded quickly: "It will be issued, it will still be issued. However, considering the impact of the rocket cloud, you may need to be more careful."

"Okay." Lin Zhou sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Could you get me something that plays music? I don't need to shout anymore when I'm selling things, so playing some music would make me stand out."

"Sure, of course," Xiao Deng said with a smile. "That's a piece of cake. We'll burn a disc for you, and you can take it with you. We'll also get two solar panels. By the way, we've already obtained the basic mapping data for the first satellite, but we don't have enough samples. You're planning to launch about 40 satellites this year. Can you manage that? As for the rest, we're currently designing a plan for an unmanned factory for you. But you know this is different from their trickery; there are many problems to solve, so we'll have to take it slowly."

"It's possible, but it's a bit of a hassle. How about we make it smokeless? Spraying it on will cause trouble; who knows if we'll get caught next time."

"Should we send an electromagnetic missile up there?"

"That works too," Lin Zhou nodded.

"An electromagnetic catapult capable of launching satellites weighs 64 tons. How long do you plan to stay away?"

Lin Zhou thought for a moment, then waved his hand: "You guys practice more, and let me know when you reach 300 to 500 pounds."

"As for decision-making, you all know I'm relatively inexperienced. As an external brain, what plans do you have in place?"

The several humanities experts exchanged glances, and Director Zhao smiled: "I discussed this with Expert Li before, and considering your abilities, your current path is theoretically the optimal solution. However, taking into account the emotional issues of an ordinary person, and wanting to help Wanyan Heng's family, you do need to develop a next action plan."

"Give me a solution! You can't really expect me to take the imperial examination and become the top scholar, can you?"

Lin Zhou was laughing at himself. He wouldn't even need to take the imperial examination to become the top scholar. He would be eliminated at the very first step of writing. And what could he possibly write about becoming the top scholar? Would he write about how happy he was to help his mother wash the dishes today?

"Stop joking, you don't even qualify to be the top scholar," Li Han laughed. "You should take the special imperial examination instead."

"What... is it called Enko?"

"In the Southern Song Dynasty, the imperial examinations were divided into two categories: 'granted degree' and 'specially recommended degree.' 'Granted degree' meant those who hadn't met the standard for the Jinshi degree but had demonstrated exceptional performance or talent, and were thus granted a special title by the emperor—it was considered the second tier. 'Specially recommended degree' meant those old scholars who, out of pity, were given a title by the state; this kind wasn't very valuable." Li Han wrote on the paper, head bowed. "Personally, I think you could pursue the path of becoming an imperial envoy."

"An imperial...envoy?"

"Oh, a Russian classic." Li Han put down his pen. "It's okay if you don't know it. You've probably heard an old joke about a poor young man who wanted to marry the daughter of the Rockefeller family. The Rockefellers said he had to become a manager at JPMorgan Chase before they would marry him. So the young man went to JPMorgan Chase and said he was the Rockefeller family's son-in-law, and got the manager's position. That's something like that."

Lin Zhou crossed his arms. He could roughly understand, but now he also knew what Sister Li meant by what she said earlier. No wonder she said her husband had been putting up with her. With her way of speaking, using allusions every three sentences, in the eyes of people in the underworld, that was just pretentious.

"Go tell Qin Hui that you are the son-in-law of the Prince of Rui and want a title. Give him some benefits."

"What benefits... could I possibly give him? That old traitor is truly more powerful than the emperor."

"He's not an emperor, after all." Li Han raised his head. "He has many people to support, so you're giving him a steel mill."

"Steel mill? Me?" Lin Zhou pointed to himself, "No... Sister Li, am I cut out for that?"

"Then do you want to save your Little Red Willow and Little Angkor?"

"Yes." Lin Zhou immediately sat up straight and nodded, "I'm capable of this. Just tell me what to do, and I guarantee I'll complete the mission."

"I didn't realize you were such a romantic." Director Zhao laughed heartily. "Let's take a picture together sometime and see just how beautiful this princess from the Jin Kingdom really is."

"Okay!" Lin Zhou nodded quickly, "That's easy."