This Wave Will Be Fire

The conference continued.

Scientists took the stage one after another to deliver their reports.

But every few speakers, there would be the sound of someone blowing into a microphone.

Then came Chen Zhao's "Pardon the interruption."

Basically, whenever Chen Zhao spoke up, the scientist giving the report could no longer continue. They all had to leave the stage sheepishly, caught between embarrassment and bewilderment. The reason was simple: whenever Chen Zhao opened his mouth, it went like this:

"Your method won't work. We've already tried it."

"The technology you mentioned—I'm almost done developing it."

"The direction you proposed is viable, but I know a better approach. It's xxxx......"

If someone else had said such things, they would not have been very convincing.

But Chen Zhao was renowned, and he came from the Lop Nur research base. In the scientific world, he was seen as both ghost and god, so his words carried enormous weight. Almost no one dared question him.

Thus, an exceedingly delicate situation formed in the conference hall.

Whenever a scientist went onstage, they stared at Chen Zhao with sweat pouring down their faces.

They were terrified that, while he was innocently typing away at his keyboard, he would suddenly switch on his microphone and blow into it.

As long as Chen Zhao did not blow into the microphone throughout their presentation, the scientist would leave the stage beaming, and the applause in the hall would be especially enthusiastic.

The first day of the conference soon came to an end.

Chen Zhao took a private car back to the hotel.

The hotel was a newly built six-star establishment near the venue, with tight security. Military vehicles filled the outside, making it look like a barracks. But once inside, it was comfortable—swimming pools, beaches, beautiful buildings, bikini-clad beauties, and