Dream Capture: I Can See Through All Secrets!

145: 145. The Covetousness of GiantsTwo days later.

Jiangcheng, outside the long-distance bus terminal.

The crowd was like a flowing stream, noisy and boisterous, with the pungent smell of car exhaust and shouts in various dialects mixed in the air.

A man in a faded jacket, with an ordinary appearance, disembarked from a bus, looking travel-worn as he followed the flow of people.

He carried an old backpack, looking no different from many migrant workers around him who came to big cities to make a living.

The only difference was his eyes, which held a hollow, dead, and numb gaze, unresponsive to everything around him.

He silently walked forward with the crowd, his shoulder accidentally bumping into a young man rushing by.

“Ouch! You goddamn blind…”

The young man who was bumped stumbled, turned his head, and was about to erupt in anger, but when his eyes met those lifeless ones, the curses instantly caught in his throat. He couldn’t help but swallow, a chill inexplicably rising in his heart, and finally, he sullenly closed his mouth and walked away quickly.

The man acted as if nothing had happened, continuing to walk forward expressionlessly. He boarded a bus and got off at the International Convention Center station.

He didn’t walk directly to the grand main entrance of the Convention Center, but instead, like a ghost, slowly walked a large circle around the massive complex, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over every entrance and exit, parking lot, and surrounding vantage points.

Then, he bought a few cheap steamed buns from a street vendor and, like a homeless man, squatted in the shadow of an inconspicuous corner, mechanically gnawing on them.

His dead eyes, however, scanned the bustling crowd at the VIP entrance of the Convention Center like a venomous snake.

There, several giant guest posters were hanging, one of which was Yu Tianxiong’s.

Today was the day of the Xia Nation Technology Exchange Summit.

Technology elites, executives, scholars, and media reporters from across the country and even the world were attending in formal attire, and the atmosphere was lively.

No one noticed someone in the corner watching with ill intent, waiting for their target to appear.

Only a cold and simple instruction echoed in the man’s mind: Wait for Yu Tianxiong to appear, then kill him.

Just then, a group of vibrant, boisterous university students passed by on the street in front of him, heading towards a KTV not far away.

“Today, I, Old Zhang, must showcase my singing! Let you all know what a soul singer delayed by academics truly is!”

“Alright, alright, Zhang Wenfa, who can’t brag? If you’re really that good, why don’t you team up with Yanyan and go participate in the campus singing competition!”

“Hey! Don’t you dare doubt me! Old Lu! You’ve witnessed my ‘Bathroom King’ prowess, just tell me if it’s strong or not?! Yanyan, we absolutely must perform ‘Delicious Mythology’ to set the stage later!”

“Hahaha… it’s ‘Beautiful Mythology’!”

“…”

The man subconsciously glanced at this carefree group of young people, not paying them much mind, but when his gaze fell on a calm and steady-looking young man at the end of the group, that young man happened to look up at him as well.

Their eyes met, and in the instant their gazes crossed, the man felt that the other’s eyes were terrifyingly deep, like a bottomless vortex that would suck his consciousness in… His mind went blank instantly, his eyes became hollow and empty, and he even forgot to chew the bun in his mouth.

He didn’t know how long passed, perhaps only a few seconds, when he suddenly shook his head and found it aching a little. Looking at the KTV entrance again, the group of young people was long gone.

The man frowned, finding it a bit strange, perhaps a delusion caused by his nervousness, and didn’t think much of it.

He threw away the remaining bun and got up, walking towards a secluded back alley nearby, where several old cars, seemingly untouched for a long time, were parked haphazardly, their covers thick with dust and dead leaves.

The man cautiously looked around, and after confirming no one was present, he walked to the most inconspicuous old car, took out simple tools from his backpack, and skillfully and gently pried at the car door lock… “Old Lu, what were you dawdling for just now?” Inside the KTV private room, the lights were dazzling, and Zhang Wenfa asked with a grin, microphone in hand.

Lu Feng withdrew his gaze from the window, shook his head, his expression normal: “Nothing, I saw that the International Convention Center seemed very lively, so I took a couple more glances.”

At this moment, Lin Wanqiu, who was with them, sat over with a smile, looking at him and chiding: “Junior Lu Feng, what have you been busy with lately? You’re like a dragon only seen by its head, it’s so hard to get you to come out and play.”

“Hehehe, Old Lu is busy with big things,” Zhang Wenfa said, winking.

This immediately piqued the intense curiosity of Lin Wanqiu and her dorm mates, who all looked at Lu Feng.

Lu Feng smiled helplessly, downplaying it: “Don’t listen to his nonsense, I was just helping the professor analyze data for an old cold case, which took some time. Let’s not talk about that, I picked this place today, so naturally, I’m treating. Everyone, have fun.”

“We were just waiting for you to say that! Boss is generous!” Everyone immediately cheered.

Inside the private room, music started, and Zhang Wenfa was the first to grab the microphone, beginning his wailing performance, which made everyone laugh heartily.

After Lin Wanqiu took the microphone, her voice was clear and melodious, and a deeply emotional love song quieted the entire room, making everyone listen attentively.

While singing, her gaze drifted subtly towards Lu Feng, who was sitting in the corner.

Lu Feng poured himself a glass of juice, watching his classmates play with a gentle smile on his face, but his phone screen was lit up, displaying a message Yu Tianxiong had just sent:

“Sir, the conference has officially begun.”

Lu Feng lightly tapped his fingertip, replying with one word: “Understood.”

...On the other side, inside the main venue of the Technology Exchange Summit, the atmosphere was solemn and enthusiastic.

The annual industry event kicked off here, and this year’s most dazzling star was undoubtedly Tingfeng Energy, which had just shocked the world with its solid-state battery technology.

When Yu Tianxiong and Qin Tian entered the venue, they instantly became the focus of the entire audience.

Representatives of large and small enterprises, investors, and media reporters all came forward, attempting to converse and explore possibilities for cooperation.

Yu Tianxiong remained composed and handled everything calmly, displaying the demeanor of a true leader.

Although Qin Tian was a little reserved, a confident light gleamed in his eyes when discussing technology.

In the best viewing area in the middle of the venue, Lord Han of Juli Energy, the chairman of Ruihai Technology, and the president of Nanjjing New Energy, along with several other traditional industry giants, sat together, outwardly calm but inwardly coldly observing Yu Tianxiong, who was surrounded by admirers.

“Old Han, tsk tsk tsk, look, how glorious he is,” the chairman of Ruihai said with a forced smile, “Indeed, with such disruptive technology in hand, one’s back is naturally straight, and one feels confident.”

Lord Han was expressionless, picking up his teacup and taking a light sip, his voice calm but with a hint of coldness: “Everyone knows gold is a good thing, sparkling and beloved. But one must be able to hold it steadily and guard it, only then is it truly one’s own. If one cannot hold it steadily, it will instead crush one’s own foot.”

“Hehehe, Old Han speaks wisely.”

The president of Nanjjing echoed, his tone turning cold, “Unfortunately, some young people don’t quite understand this principle. Everyone, this is no longer just a matter for Tingfeng Energy; it concerns the future technological iteration and distribution of the entire industry. In the face of such a major event, I believe that we, these old friends, should stand on a unified front, don’t you agree?”

The chairman of Ruihai immediately stated, “I have no objection, but… who will be fortunate enough to get a bigger share of this juicy piece of meat in the end will depend on individual abilities.”

“That is natural. After the conference, we will act together, and he will then realize how insignificant he is now.”