Chapter 930: Globally Watched

“All right, boss, I’ll come up with a plan tomorrow and send it to your office.”

Mo Jingchun nodded. “If there’s nothing else, go back to your table and keep your wife and kid company.”

……

The most nerve‑racking, exciting part of the annual party: the raffle. But sitting below the stage, Candy could only stare longingly.

“Bro, why aren’t you and Sis‑in‑law drawing lots? You two aren’t like me, I hit the grand prize every time.”

Eating fruit, Mo Jingchun shot Candy an annoyed look and countered, “What if we get absurdly lucky and end up drawing the grand prize? Our family doesn’t need those prizes anyway, so why bother? Better not draw and keep things quiet, right, honey?”

“Whatever you say.” Li Xuanyu smiled.

“Bro, I just learned a new idiom.”

“Want to know what it is?”

Seeing Candy’s smug expression, Mo Jingchun gave a dismissive chuckle.

“You’re trying to say ‘the husband sings, the wife follows,’ aren’t you?”

Looking at her brother, Candy froze on the spot.

“Bro, are you a worm living in my stomach or something? How do you always know what I’m thinking?”

“You’ve got all your little schemes written all over your face. One look and I know exactly what’s going on in that head of yours.”

Right then, cheering erupted behind them.

Turned out someone had just drawn the grand prize.

Feeling Mo Jingchun’s gaze, Zero spoke up. “She’s a sanitation worker from the park.”

“Whoa, is that auntie going to get so excited she passes out?”

The next second, Candy let out a shriek.

“Wow, Bro, is your mouth blessed or something? That auntie really looks like she fainted!”

For a moment, the venue descended into brief chaos. Before Mo Jingchun even had to speak, the staff in charge immediately sent over two White units to carry out first aid.

Seeing White just pinch the auntie’s philtrum once and she woke right up, everyone let out a breath of relief.

Especially the person in charge of this year’s annual party, who broke out in a cold sweat.

“Dear audience friends, we’ve had a tiny little accident at our annual party……”

The party went on; the auntie’s sudden fainting spell actually became a fun topic for everyone to chat about.

While everyone watched the performances, Candy leaned close to Mo Jingchun’s ear and loudly asked, “Bro, what’s in the grand‑prize mystery box?”

“Just a car. Why do you care?”

“I’m just curious, that’s all.”

Candy’s question suddenly reminded Mo Jingchun of something; he waved Zero over.

“Zero, that auntie might have no idea what to do with that car. Tell the logistics people she’s allowed to exchange it for cash of equal value. Tell them I said so personally. If anyone tries any tricks during the process and I find out, they pack up and leave on the spot.”

Hearing this, Zero rubbed his little hands together in excitement.

“Heh heh, Boss, why do I kind of hope someone does try something shady?”

“Which means you’ve been too idle. If you ask me, you’re a mature AI now. Starting next year, you should be leading your own research team. I believe your research abilities are no worse than ours. And don’t argue. These past few years, even though you haven’t worked on any big research projects, tons of small gadgets were designed and developed by you. That’s hard evidence.”

Zero opened its mouth, but in the end didn’t say a word—just sighed.

Why did it have to shoot its mouth off just now? Great, now next year it has to lead a research team.

By the time the annual party ended and they got home, it was already late at night. After the whole day, the only thing Candy felt nostalgic about was that table of great dishes at the hotel.

Especially that fish‑head tofu—now that was delicious.

Over the next week, Candy was caught by Mo Jingchun every single day and made to do her winter‑break homework.

Every time Candy wanted to go out and play, Mo Jingchun would patiently reason with her and appeal to her emotions, telling her the winter‑break homework had to be finished before New Year’s Eve. During the first lunar month, they’d be playing everywhere and wouldn’t have any time to do homework at all.

“Bro, I’m thirsty.”

Mo Jingchun had barely been sitting on the sofa for five minutes when he got up with a blank expression to pour Candy a cup of hot water.

This girl was either hungry or thirsty, or else she needed the bathroom every other minute.

The twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, January 16th on the Gregorian calendar—only one day left before Candy Technology officially started its holiday.

And on that last day, Candy finally didn’t have to do homework. She followed her brother on a trip to Anyang Base a hundred kilometers away.

Today, both at home and abroad, it was a worldwide focus. Everyone’s attention was fixed on Anyang Base, deep in the mountains of this little county.

After completing all the formalities, Frederick Perez turned back and took a long, deep look at the hotel behind him.

Over these three months, the accommodation costs alone had been no small sum. If you said he single‑handedly kept this hotel afloat, Frederick Perez would believe it.

To be fair, there wasn’t a single flaw to pick in the hotel’s service.

On such an important day, Mo Jingchun actually didn’t like this kind of occasion much. Since it involved trade and cooperation between two major powers, everything was very official.

At the press conference, Mo Jingchun kept a stiff face and only said a few simple sentences.

He left the rest of the time entirely to the others.

In Mo Jingchun’s eyes, it should have been a simple matter: once the goods were inspected with no issues, they just picked them up and left.

It wasn’t until the afternoon, when Beautiful Country’s “professionals” thoroughly inspected the goods up and down on the launch runway at Anyang Base, and the representative on their side signed his name, that the handover of the spaceplane was officially complete.

Looking at the astronauts from Beautiful Country, Mo Jingchun’s expression turned odd.

Sure enough, not long after, Frederick Perez came over soaked in sweat.

“Mr. Mo, the spaceplane your company manufactured isn’t quite what we imagined. May I ask if there is a flight manual?”

“Of course there’s a flight manual. However… are you sure you want astronauts who have never undergone simulator training to manually pilot the spaceplane back to your country?”

“Mr. Mo, what do you mean?”

“Our spaceplane’s autopilot system is extremely well‑developed. You can just control it via voice commands to fly it away.”

“Also, the flight manual is stored right in the spaceplane’s database. You can ask the spaceplane’s AI directly, or download the manual from the database.”

“Ahem, Mr. Mo, we’re willing to pay a technical‑guidance fee. Could your company assign a professional to coach our astronauts a bit?”

“Of course… no problem!”

“Zero! Go on, here’s your chance to earn pocket money.”

Hearing that, Zero’s eyes lit up at once and it flew straight toward the spaceplane’s hatch.

What AI could possibly turn down a chance to openly earn pocket money? And not just pocket money—a pretty substantial guidance fee at that.

Of course, that wasn’t even the most important part. The most important thing was: this wasn’t a one‑off deal!

After all, Beautiful Country wasn’t the only nation that had ordered spaceplanes.