Ye Wenjie, watch my moves closely.

Chapter 29 Evans' Arrival

From then on, Ye Wenjie would linger on the balcony for a while every day.

She noticed that this little girl named Lin Yun would pass by downstairs every evening without fail.

For the first few days, the little girl walked with her eyes swollen and her head down, and would squat down from time to time to wipe away her tears silently.

Gradually, she stopped crying, but her expression remained forlorn.

Ye Wenjie lived very close to the military family compound. After school, boys would often come here with wooden guns or swords, brandishing them around. They would also throw spent bullet casings around, pretending to be fighting.

Once, the boys forgot a bullet casing by the roadside. Ye Wenjie saw Lin Yun run up to it, pick it up, and examine it closely, his eyes revealing a strange fascination.

Before she knew it, the day of departure arrived. Ye Wenjie packed her bags, held little Yang Dong in her arms, and before leaving, she looked at the calendar. In two weeks, it would be the Mid-Autumn Festival, a day for family reunion.

Yang Weining, carrying large and small bags, came over, kissed Yang Dong on the cheek, and said, "We should be able to come back before the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Ye Wenjie thought of the little girl named Lin Yun, wondering how she would spend the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The family of three left the house, and the company's car took them directly to the train station.

After a bumpy half-day journey, Ye Wenjie saw a familiar mountain road.

It has been more than a year since I left Radar Peak.

Unexpectedly, upon returning, Ye Wenjie felt a touch of trepidation, as if she were returning home.

The jeep that was picking them up drove to the fork in the road between Radar Peak and Qijiatun. Yang Weining got out of the car and said to Ye Wenjie, "You and Xiao Yangdong can stay in Qijiatun for the next few days and talk to them. I'm going up to Radar Peak and will come back after I've finished my business."

Ye Wenjie also wanted to go up and take a look, but Yang Weining glanced at the sky and said, "How long has it been since anyone stayed at our house on Radar Peak? If we go back now, it will be evening by the time we get up the mountain. You and Xiao Yangdong can't stay there. If you really want to go back and take a look, wait for the last few days, and I'll have a car come down to pick you up."

Ye Wenjie didn't try to persuade them any further. She got into the car loaded with gifts and drove away towards Qijiatun.

Yang Weining returned to the Red Coast.

Unexpectedly, just one year later, this place is about to be swallowed up by nature.

Long foxtail grasses sprouted from the cracks in the office building walls, the once clean white walls were covered with mold spots, many office locks were rusted, and through the cracks in the doors, you could see notebooks left on the desks when people left.

After being merged into the Chinese Academy of Sciences, all functional administrative departments were abolished, leaving only the monitoring department and the launch department working normally on the entire Red Coast.

Yang Weining arrived at the massive radar, which had been rusted and weathered by a year of wind and rain.

Li Youyu sat on the open ground below the radar and waited for him.

When Yang Weining saw Li Youyu again, he only felt that he was very dark-skinned, his skin was more than one shade darker than before, and he looked like a scorched tree sitting there.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Li Youyu cut to the chase without further ado.

He needed Yang Weining to play the role of a cult member who had a grudge against him, and to make a deal with Evans at the appropriate time.

"I have only one request," Li Youyu said, pointing towards the launch room. "The stuff inside is worth $10 billion. Don't agree to anything less than that."

"One billion! US dollars?" Yang Weining repeated this outrageously exaggerated figure.

The currency issued by the United States can be considered equivalent to gold, and in some cases, it is even more useful than gold.

The launch room contained nothing more than relays and instrument monitoring devices, as well as an old-fashioned computer that used bulky magnetic core storage and paper tape input. Its longest trouble-free operating time was no more than 15 hours, and the accuracy of its antenna aiming device was even worse than that of a cannon sight.

These items might have been expensive 20 years ago, but they certainly wouldn't have reached a staggering price of 10 billion US dollars.

"Just do as I say," Li Youyu instructed. "Don't be too bad at acting. Think about how Political Commissar Lei was back in Hong'an. Act according to his template, and people will naturally buy the rest."

"You should have called Lao Lei; he can handle this easily."

"Political Commissar Lei has to deal with the senior colleagues at the Institute of High Energy Physics, so we don't need him for the time being."

This was Li Youyu's excuse.

The only valuable thing in the Red Coast Base is the data recorded in the launch department's computer, which contains the frequency and coordinates of Ye Wenjie's reply to the Trisolarans.

Yang Weining was unaware of this matter, but Lei Zhicheng was. Given Political Commissar Lei's firm stance, before the deal even began, Evans would likely be forced to return with a gun pointed at him.

On the second day after Yang Weining arrived at the Red Coast Base, he had already begun to ponder Li Youyu's intentions according to his instructions, but he still couldn't find that feeling of betrayal, and always felt that this matter was like a child's play.

But he soon saw a group of short-haired men in uniform casual clothes arrive at Hong'an. Within eight hours, they restored Hong'an to its former glory, and even the arrangement of documents in the office was handled by a dedicated person.

That wasn't the end of it. One time, when he urgently needed to urinate, the toilet was under maintenance. A short-haired man in civilian clothes stopped him without any mercy. Yang Weining couldn't hold it in any longer, so he went into the woods to urinate. Only after he finished did he discover a guy in military green camouflage hiding in the bushes. The two locked eyes, and Yang Weining immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

As Yang Weining emerged from the bushes, pulling up his trousers, he confirmed something.

This play by Hong'an is very important.

Day three.

Yang Weining received a notification from Li Youyu that he had arrived at the outskirts of the Greater Khingan Mountains and that he should prepare.

McEvans didn't bring many people with him on this trip.

The entire delegation consisted of only him and a middle-aged man around 50 years old.

The middle-aged man was Dr. Harry Peterson, a scholar he had invited from the Mount Wilson Observatory in the United States.

Harry is an expert in radio astronomy and was a member of the famous Ozma Project, which searched for evidence of extraterrestrial life.

This trip back to Evans made him realize even more how important the Lord was to him.

He was unwilling to leave all the opportunities to serve the Lord to this Chinese man nicknamed Qin Shi Huang.

He wanted to become the Lord's holy son on earth.

"We have been scanning and monitoring more than 650 planets near our solar system in the 21-centimeter hydrogen band for decades, but to no avail."

Based on the information you gave me, the antenna power of the Red Coast base is slightly lower than that of the Green Causeway base. They lack the technological capabilities to search for extraterrestrial civilizations, unless it involves some kind of targeted launch.

Harry Bidson paused for a moment, then said, "As long as you can get their launch data, we can reproduce the electromagnetic waves at Green Bank. Of course, all of this is based on reality."

I have reservations about the level of technology here.

The environment around the train station was very basic. The timetable in the hall was still the kind with metal flip-tops. Every now and then, someone would come out with a long bamboo pole to poke the board and flip out the new train numbers and times.

Everything was primitive.

Now tell him that they've located an extraterrestrial civilization in this remote place?

Harry Peterson finds it hard to believe.

He felt that perhaps the story carefully crafted by the Easterners had deceived Mike's trust.