191: Chapter 191 Girl Group Performance, Prince Collapses

He raised his hand and waved slightly, and several staff members once again walked along both sides of the long table, distributing another set of blueprints to everyone present.

In the upper left corner of the blueprints was printed an extremely concise code name: "Ionospheric Antenna Scheme".

"Among the blueprints given by Mr. Joshua, there is a design scheme: using the Earth's atmosphere's own ionosphere as an antenna."

"Ten ionosphere heating stations will be built on the ground, using high-frequency radio waves to heat the ionosphere above specific areas."

"The heated ionosphere will become a plasma reflector thousands of kilometers in diameter."

"When the signal hits this mirror, it will be reflected in the designated direction."

"Using it as a transmitting antenna array is just right."

Edward Warren gently laid the newly received deployment blueprints of the heating station from his file folder flat in front of him, and after looking at them for a moment, he slowly spoke:

"Utilizing the ionosphere of the entire Earth?"

"Then the ten ionosphere heating stations must be distributed across different regions and countries on Earth."

"Regarding this point, have you already planned it out?"

Musk pushed another projection file marking the site selection plan of the heating stations onto the optical screen at the front of the conference room, pointing to the sites one by one:

"Ten heating stations: Alaska, Norway, Chile, Antarctica, Siberia, Australia, the South Indian Ocean, Greenland, Brazil, and a floating heating array rebuilt on the basis of a drilling platform in the middle of the Indian Ocean."

"The core of each heating station is one hundred high-power high-frequency transmitters. The operating frequency is similar to HAARP, but the power is about forty times that of HAARP."

"The transmitters are directly purchased and modified from global power grid equipment manufacturers, and the modification plans are all in the blueprints given by the Tech Faction."

The assistants distributed the heating station construction plan documents one by one into the hands of everyone present.

Prant flipped the document for the Antarctic portion to the first part, looked at it for a moment, gently swept his finger across a set of climate and ice sheet operation data, and his tone was slightly lower than when he was joking just now:

"The others are relatively easy to handle."

"The most difficult one is the Antarctic station. At minus forty degrees, the construction team digs through the ice to drive ground piles, and concrete pouring must be completed within twenty minutes after adding antifreeze."

"The construction window for a single ground pile is only twenty minutes."

"Twenty workers take turns, one minute per person."

"Some people have gaps in between, but the construction itself cannot be interrupted."

"Once the anti-freeze concrete freezes within twenty minutes and is not finished pouring, the entire ground pile will be scrapped in vain."

Prant did not finish saying this matter.

But everyone knew clearly that at the construction site in Antarctica at minus forty degrees Celsius, using a twenty-minute window to complete a pile foundation group meant that the spatial connection and emergency replacement between each operation point must have zero errors.

That scene was probably even more perilous than assembling a Starship in space.

Edward flipped through the project schedule for the Antarctic section again, then gently folded back the distribution map in front of him, raised his head, and spoke in a calm and decisive tone:

"Let the death squads of the Warren Family handle these construction sections of the Antarctic station."

After hearing this, everyone present did not raise any further objections to it.

A group of fearless Retainers were all going, so there was nothing more to worry about regarding this final and most dangerous Antarctic station project.

...

At this moment, in Los Angeles, inside the detached villa in the Hollywood Hills,

Zhang Yi watched through the system interface as Biden's side executed the "Gravity Trap" and Prant's side made intensive preparations for the "Parameter Overload" plan. A hint of satisfaction appeared on his face.

Relying on "Gravity Trap" and "Parameter Overload", these two technological assistance plans from the Deep State, he obtained five million emotion points in one go.

These emotion points came from the high-ranking Washington officials and top scientists in the underground bunker of the Shenandoah Valley,

When Diana placed the engineering blueprints of the gravity well generator and the superconducting material formula on the table,

everyone's shock, excitement, awe, and collective cognitive collapse regarding the crushing technological superiority of higher civilizations

were all precisely captured and settled by the system.

Coupled with the underground bunker in the Mojave Desert,

when Silicon Valley bigshots like Patrick, Samir, and Caroline saw the system architecture diagram of the protocol spoofing broadcast tower for the first time, their uncomposed reactions of being shocked by cutting-edge technology completely beyond their own cognitive framework,

emotion points from both sides were credited simultaneously, reaching a total of five million.

Added to the remaining sixteen million from before, he now held twenty-one million emotion points in his hands.

Twenty-one million indeed looked like a lot.

But Zhang Yi knew better than anyone that this bit of emotion points was still far from enough for the grand drama of a million-fleet invasion of Earth that he wanted to set up.

Last time, above the Hoover Dam, the local skirmish of two hundred thousand fleets plus two thousand flying saucers fabricated using heaven-and-earth illusions—a battle scene lasting only dozens of seconds—had already burned through most of his savings at the time.

And the scale of a million-fleet was several times that of last time,

with the number of hull bodies, weapon special effects, spatial rifts, shield interactions, and casualty wrecks—each item being a money-burning black hole.

More crucially, the two plans "Gravity Trap" and "Parameter Overload" were currently only circulating within the decision-making level and scientific circles, with only a few hundred people truly knowing of their existence.

The general public still remained completely oblivious to this interstellar catastrophe about to smash down upon their heads.

If the ripples of this pool of water were not expanded to the level of the entire society, the harvesting of emotion points would forever remain restricted to the elite inner circle,

which was still several orders of magnitude away from the true tsunami-level harvest he needed.

"It is time to add some more ingredients."

Just as he was pondering how to add more ingredients, a monitoring screen from The Five Great Families suddenly popped up in the corner of the system interface:

Fourth Prince Daodun was sitting in the viewing hall of a luxurious private club. In front of him was a huge one-way glass, outside of which a South Korean girl group was dancing passionately.

Zhang Yi stared at the grayish-white large-headed face in the image for three seconds, then suddenly slapped the sofa armrest with his hand, bouncing his entire body up from the backrest.

"I almost forgot about this fat sheep!"

Pointing at the grayish-white face of Prince Dao Dun in the image who was attentively enjoying the hot dance of the South Korean girl group, his tone carried a sense of annoyance and lingering fear as if he had almost missed out on a hundred million:

"Prince Dao Dun still has a huge wave of emotion points waiting to be harvested here!"

"I am currently lacking emotion points, how could I let go of this piece of ready-to-be-cut fat meat!"

"Good thing the screen switched over, otherwise it would have been a massive loss!"

He immediately switched the system main screen to the side of The Five Great Families.

...

New York, North Shore of Long Island, Astor Family private convalescent estate, viewing hall.

This viewing hall was originally a venue used by the Astor Family to host private concerts.

The entire north wall was a piece of handmade stained glass customized from Belgium, both side walls were embedded with warm-colored light strips, and the floor was covered with handmade silk carpets imported from Persia.

But at this moment, this viewing hall had been completely remodeled. The glass wall was replaced with high-strength bulletproof composite panels with one-way perspective.

From inside the viewing hall, every detail on the outside stage could be clearly seen,

but looking over from the stage direction, only an entire dark gray matte curtain wall could be seen.

The interior of the viewing hall only retained minimal furniture: two sofas and a low table. The lights were adjusted to the darkest setting, and the entire space was so quiet that only the extremely faint airflow sound from the air conditioning supply vents remained.

Prince Dao Dun sat on the sofa directly facing the one-way glass, his huge black elliptical eyeballs staring unblinkingly at the South Korean girl group dancing passionately outside the glass.

Behind the sofa,

Rockefeller III, Samuel, Isabelle, Jacob, and William Vanderbilt V stood in a row, all with their hands hanging down and heads lowered, respectfully, not daring to take even a single deep breath.

This girl group performing hard on the stage outside was currently South Korea's hottest, most beautiful, and most popular top group.

When they received the invitation, they were told that this time they were coming to perform exclusively for a certain big figure whose identity was extremely noble, whose status was extremely high, and even higher than the President of the Lighthouse Country.

They dared not imagine just how noble this big figure's identity was.

Therefore, at this moment, their attitude and earnestness on stage were unprecedented since their debut.

Every movement was precise to the end of the muscle, every positioning was flawless down to the millimeter, and every expression had been practiced hundreds or thousands of times.

But looking out from the stage, the entire auditorium was completely empty, and not even a single standing security guard could be seen.

What they did not know was that behind that gray curtain wall directly facing the stage, the heads of America's five veteran noble families were all lowering their heads, not daring to lift their eyelids even an inch higher outside the glass.

Rockefeller III, Samuel, and the others were unsure whether His Highness Prince Dao Dun wanted to watch the girl group dance out of a child's curious mindset, or out of certain adult thoughts that everyone knew full well.

In case it was the latter...

Then those South Korean girl group members wearing short skirts and dancing passionately on the stage outside might become the princesses of Zeta Star in the future.

Something like a princess could be lifted to the skies no matter which direction she was praised, and trampled into powder along with the entire related family no matter which direction she was stepped on.

Therefore, it pays to be extremely cautious.

All five of them chose the exact same strategy:

Lower their heads, shut their mouths, and pretend they did not exist.

Then they heard a burst of extremely faint, extremely suppressed sobbing.

Rockefeller III was the first to slightly raise his eyelids, following the direction of the sound, and shifted his gaze to the grayish-white face of Prince Dao Dun.

In those huge, pitch-black elliptical eyeballs, transparent tears were gushing out.

His Highness Prince Dao Dun was crying.

It was not the slight dampness of getting dust in one's eyes from the wind, but genuine tears rolling down one after another from the surface of his black eyeballs, staining his grayish-white cheeks with two wet trails of varying depths.

Then the crying sound grew louder and louder,

transforming from suppressed sobs into heartbreaking wails,

tearing a slit in the air of the entire viewing hall with this crying sound,

and even the girl group members on the stage outside, who were accurately timing their beats, faintly sensed something, causing the movements of a few people to subconsciously slow down by half a beat.