Not as Sophisticated as You Might Think

The influence of the New Technology developed by the Eternal Life Society was far broader than Cao Cheng had imagined, and it attracted even more attention than he expected.

A technology capable of material teleportation.

The thought of its military applications was terrifying.

But in reality...

Cao Cheng was speechless.

Although the technology had evolved by one generation—starting as the first-generation wormhole network, a rudimentary prototype, and later upgraded through repeated unboxing—it still couldn’t achieve interstellar travel.

At most, it reduced the energy required for operation, but even then, the cost remained prohibitively high.

...

Yet outsiders were unaware of these limitations.

They genuinely believed the technology could be used indefinitely.

Take, for example—the Old Patriarch!

Earlier in the year, the Old Patriarch had summoned Cao Cheng’s family of three to the capital with a single phone call.

Time flew by so quickly.

Little Cao was already over a year old. The last time they had met the Old Patriarch was… well, the last time!

Back then, Little Cao couldn’t even speak.

Now, with a single cry of "Grandpa," the old man beamed with joy.

Even the "Big Sister" was utterly smitten, refusing to put the child down.

Despite his young age, thanks to some special supplements Cao Cheng had secretly given him, the little one was sharp-witted and mischievous.

He understood everything!

It was a happy family reunion.

Unfortunately, time was short. With the year-end approaching, the Old Patriarch was swamped with work.

So while Tang Xin and the "Big Sister" played with Little Cao, Cao Cheng followed the Old Patriarch to the study.

They sat down, poured tea, and shared a cup between father-in-law and son-in-law.

Cutting straight to the chase, the Old Patriarch asked, "Alright, kid, explain this so-called teleportation technology to me."

With Gong Changheng in the picture, there was no hiding the truth from the Old Patriarch.

Cao Cheng hadn’t intended to conceal it anyway—otherwise, he wouldn’t have made it public.

Cao Cheng replied, "It’s a controlled wormhole network. Using quantum entanglement, it establishes a two-way channel between two points in spacetime, enabling instantaneous transmission across distances—exactly what you’d call teleportation."

Though the Old Patriarch had already heard about it, hearing Cao Cheng confirm it firsthand still left a strong impact.

At first, the Old Patriarch had even suspected it might be some kind of trick, sleight of hand, or illusion.

But no—

It was genuine teleportation technology.

This...

This changed things.

The Old Patriarch’s voice grew serious. "You actually developed this kind of technology?"

"Old Patriarch, it’s not as advanced as you think," Cao Cheng chuckled, shaking his head before launching into an explanation.

The thing was—

It looked impressive on the surface.

But its primary application?

Delivery services.

That’s right.

Parcel delivery.

According to the description from the loot box it came from, the technology was still in its infancy—far from interstellar capability. It could only operate within planetary boundaries, treating Earth’s surface as a grid of spacetime units, akin to coordinates in a video game.

Within these grid units, "spacetime anchors" could be set.

Each grid unit could hold a maximum of one pair of spacetime anchors.

In other words—

Whoever set the anchor first would claim that grid unit. Other courier services or companies wouldn’t be able to occupy it unless they leased the transmission channel.

It was like satellite frequencies in space—once claimed, others couldn’t use them.

Additionally, every planet had its own gravitational and electromagnetic fields.

A more advanced wormhole network could harness these fields to power itself, drastically reducing transmission costs—even tapping into the colossal energy of planetary rotation.

...

In short—

Cao Cheng rambled on at length, thoroughly confusing the Old Patriarch.

But the Old Patriarch only cared about one thing.

"Can this thing teleport people?"

"We haven’t tested living organisms," Cao Cheng admitted, shaking his head. "But based on current research, it’s impossible—at least not without another upgrade. Imagine smashing an apple into atoms and then reassembling it perfectly. The difficulty speaks for itself."

"..."

As the Old Patriarch fell into thought, Cao Cheng added, "But it can teleport weapons."

The Old Patriarch’s eyes lit up.

Now that was useful.

Cao Cheng continued, "But it’s not cost-effective. The energy required for each transmission is enormous, and the payload is too small."

"..." The Old Patriarch shot him a look of exasperation. Couldn’t he just say everything at once?

The two men talked for a long time.

Using satellite technology as an analogy for the wormhole network, Cao Cheng finally managed to make the Old Patriarch grasp some of the concepts.

"So, we need to secure these grid units—these surface coordinates—as quickly as possible?"

"Not necessary," Cao Cheng dismissed the idea.

"Why not?"

"The cost is still too high. Right now, this is just a prototype. It’s fine for showing off, but pouring vast resources into it would be a waste."

Without relying on the system, even with a nationwide effort, upgrading the wormhole network would take decades to yield meaningful results.

Rather than waste time on that, it was better to focus on other research.

Of course—

Cao Cheng didn’t mention the "nationwide effort" part. He simply argued that occupying spacetime anchors was unnecessary. Instead, mobile devices could simulate transmission ports—like the tablet Gong Changheng carried.

It was another system-derived item, similar to VR goggles.

The conversation shifted to the electronic supercomputer prototype.

Some technologies were beyond Cao Cheng’s ability to fully utilize.

So, he proposed handing them over to the Tang family—whether for development or collaboration, with Cao Cheng retaining a stake.

Naturally, financial matters came up as well.

The ongoing economic battles were intensifying.

The village bully from the west was growing increasingly arrogant, demanding that the eastern side continue supporting their consumption needs with low-end industries—even refusing to let their currency circulate in the village.

Unacceptable.

Wasn’t it time to fight back?

Sure, conflict would bring losses to both sides—but without resistance, the eastern villagers would remain under the western bully’s thumb.

Fortunately, Cao Cheng had made preparations.

Not just him—the eastern side had also taken precautions. Thanks to Cao Cheng’s early warnings and intelligence gathered through special channels, they had foreseen many developments and acted accordingly.

Losses had been minimized.

Still, times were tough for everyone.

But...

The western bully was, after all, the richest and strongest in the village—living in a fancy house, driving imported cars... If they saw the eastern "rabble" rebelling and couldn’t suppress them, they might resort to force.

Cao Cheng issued a warning.

The Old Patriarch’s voice darkened. "Would they really dare?"

Cao Cheng shrugged. "Who knows? But they’re used to throwing their weight around. Even if they don’t act, they’ll at least flex their muscles."

The Old Patriarch fell silent.

Truthfully, the higher-ups had prepared for every scenario.

They had calculated the probability of an attack and even simulated the scale of forces the enemy might deploy.

But everyone knew—that was the worst-case scenario.

Cao Cheng added, "Still, there’s no need to worry too much. If anything unexpected happens, the Eternal Life Society will get wind of it. After all, the Society offers generous rewards for firsthand intelligence. Anyone with inside information would report it immediately to headquarters for points."

"So,"

"If we really resort to force, there's absolutely no way to keep this news under wraps. Even before leaving the Operations Department and before the mission is assigned, I'll know all about the force - using plan here."

"..."

The old father - in - law gave him a deep look.

This young man... is really so blunt.

It's just that he's met an open - minded old father - in - law like me.

If it were in ancient times, with such a powerful weapon at your disposal, you'd be close to death.

Cao Cheng also saw the implication in the old father - in - law's eyes and let out a hearty laugh. "Come on, even when the cunning rabbit is dead and the hound is cooked, there's a proper time for it. The Blue Star isn't unified yet, and you're already having murderous thoughts? That's not fair..."

The old father - in - law was so angry that he laughed.

When did I ever have murderous thoughts?

The old father - in - law made a swinging motion in the air, as if he wanted to give this young man a slap for his nonsense.

Deserves a beating!

However, in the end, the old father - in - law still gave a warning with a serious expression. "The more you know, the greater your responsibility. Especially for information that concerns many people's livelihoods and even lives, you must keep it strictly confidential."

Cao Cheng understood what this sentence meant.

He also knew what the old father - in - law valued most.

"Don't worry. I'll definitely keep it secret. I won't even tell you about it in the future," Cao Cheng promised.

"Get out!" The old father - in - law instantly got angry. This little rascal is really infuriating.

He looks good and has abilities, but that mouth of his...

I really wish I could knock out his teeth.

...

After a chat in the study, Cao Cheng was extremely satisfied.

The old father - in - law's luck was increasing, and there was a huge amount of emotional value. It could reach hundreds of thousands in minutes, and it even doubled.

Just by saying some bold things, he could deceive the old man, and there would be a surprised look on his face during the deception.

Even though he tried to keep a poker face, he couldn't escape Cao Cheng's ability to absorb emotions.

Occasionally, he would retort a few words to the old man.

It was just great.

It's just that the old father - in - law was too busy. Otherwise, Cao Cheng would have wanted to hang out with him every day.

The family of three stayed in Beijing for three days.

The old father - in - law only showed up for half a day, and they couldn't see him the rest of the time.

However, the elder sister - like woman stayed at home with her grandson for the whole three days, which made her extremely happy.

Although Tang Xin wasn't an only child and there were sons in the Tang family.

The son on the other side also had a grandson.

That was the eldest - son's legitimate grandson.

However... they were too far away.

They were at the grass - roots level.

Moreover, little Cao was so smart that he could coax people at the age of one. He coaxed the elder sister - like woman so well that she didn't even want to go to work. She even wanted to be a stay - at - home grandma taking care of her grandson.

...

Three days later.

Cao Cheng returned to Zhonghai.

The Spring Festival Gala this year was approaching, but Cao Cheng didn't have the time to visit the backstage to see his artists or chat with reporters to get some emotional value.

He was really busy.

The global press conference for the pre - sale of Global One had started.

Even though the elder sister - like host had everything ready, Cao Cheng still had to be there to give her some courage. He was her confidence.

There was still a week until the Laba Festival.

Today was the first day of the lunar month.

In the largest expo center in Zhonghai, everything was ready. They were just waiting for the evening banquet and the arrival of the guests.

Of course,

All kinds of reporters had also been invited.

The live - broadcast signal had been debugged again and again, and a lot of servers had been prepared, just in case there were any problems with the live - broadcast signal.

For this reason, Cao Cheng also mobilized his own intelligent system and used some servers he got from treasure chests.

These were all ultra - modern things.

They were enough to ensure the live - broadcast signal tonight.

The signal would also be broadcast globally.

"Or... why don't you host it?" The elder sister was getting cold feet at the last minute. Well, was this saying appropriate here?

Forget it.

It didn't matter.

It was close enough.

Anyway, she just didn't dare to take the first step at the last moment.

The elder sister had memorized a lot of scripts for the press conference and practiced countless times.

However, after confirming the guest list and knowing that it would be a global live - broadcast, she suddenly got a bit nervous.

She was afraid of ruining tonight's press conference.

Cao Cheng was helpless. Since the elder sister recovered from her illness and regained her somewhat domineering nature, it was rare to see her so nervous.

Cao Cheng reached out his hand and gently rubbed her head. "Don't worry. I'm here. If something really goes wrong, I'll step in."

The elder sister was slightly stunned by the young man's action.

Then she turned her head away in annoyance, shook off the hand on her head, and snorted. "I'm the elder sister."

Cao Cheng nodded and smiled. "Yes, then show the elder sister's momentum. Go for it!"

"..."

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