After receiving the notification, Han Niba threw on his military uniform and hurried back to the Command Center.
When he entered the hall, he saw a group of scientists with bloodshot eyes and disheveled hair, yet they were incredibly excited.
Qian Zhenhua was among them.
The sixty-eight-year-old sat before the main screen, his face weary but his eyes bright.
Han Niba strode over to him.
"Elder Qian, have the results been confirmed?"
Qian Zhenhua nodded and said with absolute certainty:
"Confirmed."
"The main documentation for all three technologies has passed preliminary authentication."
"Judging by the theoretical chains, engineering logic, and intended applications, everything Kona handed over checks out."
Half the weight that had pressed on Han Niba's chest all night finally lifted.
"Are our own materials ready?"
Qian Zhenhua raised a hand and pointed at another screen.
"They've all been compiled."
"The core parameters, key formulas, engineering calibration details, and irreplaceable processes have all been withheld according to the rules."
Han Niba stepped onto the command platform, looked at the two sets of packaged data on the screen, and ordered:
"Run another security check."
"Confirm that they contain none of the core information we shouldn't hand over."
"Confirm that the other side cannot deduce Blue Star's precise coordinates."
"Confirm that all the materials strictly comply with the rules of the first exchange."
The team of scientists immediately responded:
"Reviewing now!"
A few minutes later, the results came in.
"Report, the review of the materials is complete."
"No out-of-scope content or coordinate leaks detected. No core parameters were mistakenly included in the packages."
Han Niba nodded slowly.
"Good. Arrange for transmission, then."
At this point, the first true technological exchange between Great Xia and the Kona Civilization was just one final action away.
He turned to his adjutant.
"How are things