The moment before dawn, I was unceremoniously tossed out by Yun Yao and Ning Shi Xuan. Watching me jump safely to the ground, the two women happily embraced, drifting back to sleep. Once a girl finds her lifelong support, she stops worrying about anything else. Even if the man is mysterious, it doesn't matter, because they know he loves them, and they love him and cannot live without him. As for other matters, they can be set aside for now.

Although the next two days were supposed to be days off, I still dragged Zhang Feng Zhen into the city outskirts on Saturday so we could watch the beverage factory install its equipment. There wasn't much to see, really; I knew all the installers were robots, incapable of even the slightest error. But this factory represented my hard work, so I wanted to be involved in every stage.

Zhang Feng Zhen was fascinated by the meticulous robot operators, frequently walking over to exchange a few words, only to be met with complete silence, leaving him quite deflated. I secretly gloated. Professor Chen’s current technology had made the robots’ external skins flawless; even their smiles seemed genuine. Soon, many jobs could be handled entirely by them.

The application site for factory workers was set up in a temporary shed outside the complex. Ning Shi Xuan had hired two recent high school graduates to manage the registration forms. The successful candidates would be announced via a public posting later.

Because the salary offered was exceptionally high, and the beverage factory involved no heavy manual labor, the registration area was already a sea of people when we arrived. The folks of Liang Shan had been terrified by poverty for too long. Hearing about a job that paid six or seven hundred yuan a month, everyone was scrambling for it, fighting tooth and nail.

Ever since registration began, Zhang Feng Zhen’s and Ning Shi Xuan’s phones hadn't stopped ringing. People calling Zhang Feng Zhen were his relatives, while Ning Shi Xuan fielded calls mostly from her former colleagues in the county office. Everyone was trying to pull strings and pull favors to get their friends and family jobs at the beverage plant, ideally in the easiest, highest-paying positions.

On Sunday morning, as Zhang Feng Zhen and I were discussing matters related to the hot spring in the office, someone suddenly knocked on the door. Zhang Feng Zhen answered impatiently, “Who is it now? If they’re here about a job again, I’ll kick them out. Don’t they ever leave a person in peace?”

The door opened, startling Zhang Feng Zhen. Standing there was an elderly man nearing sixty, accompanied by two young women and a retinue of bodyguards. What shocked Zhang Feng Zhen wasn't the old man, but the two girls behind him. Though both girls were stunning, Zhang Feng Zhen had been well-tested recently and wasn't easily intimidated by beauty anymore. What truly startled him was the American girl among them.

She was blonde, blue-eyed, fair-skinned, incredibly sexy, and voluptuous. Her summer dress was designed to show off her figure, and her chest was perhaps the fullest Zhang Feng Zhen had ever seen. He even began to worry that such exaggerated proportions

I snapped back to reality. “Apologies, seeing Elena just now made me too excited. The archaeology plan is settled then. You two establish a world-class archaeological institution. Create a list of artifacts that need protection and send it to Tiger, have him forward it to Red Dragon for safeguarding. Then, send a detailed explanation of the required equipment functionalities to Little Raindrop so she can design and produce them for you.”

“Really!” The two women exclaimed in delight. Elena threw her arms around me, while He Yuqing took a step forward and then stopped herself.

Elena was deeply displeased with my opportunistic move to fondle her chest. She whispered close to my ear, “Stop squeezing, you’re going to make my stimulated milk leak out—how embarrassing if Yuqing sees.”

I had no choice but to release her. I couldn’t possibly let Director Chen and Zhang Fengzhen return to find Elena’s bra soaked through with breast milk.

Elena hopped off my desk and pulled He Yuqing aside to confer. “Yuqing, in the future, we can travel the world unchecked just like those other women! Let’s name our future company first—it needs to sound powerful and must include the characters for ‘archaeology’ ().”

He Yuqing paused in thought. “We need to think bigger, too. We can’t just study ancient Earth; we should explore the Solar System and the entire Galaxy. How about naming it ‘Galaxy Archaeology’ ()? Strong enough, right?”

“No, no,” Elena countered. “Xiaoya’s company is called Galaxy International. If we call ourselves Galaxy something, aren’t we stealing their fame? Think of another one. Hmm, the Solar System and the Galaxy are all interstellar... How about ‘Interstellar Archaeology Company’ ()?”

He Yuqing laughed. “Zhao’s wives truly are more talented than the last. I’m convinced. Fine, it’s settled. I’ll handle the paperwork and formalities. You two are responsible for the funding and equipment. Oh, and we’ll need you to prepare a museum for us—we need somewhere to put everything we dredge up in the future.”

The matter was settled swiftly. I immediately called Commander Wu Gang of the First South Sea Fleet, instructing him to issue an immediate public notice: all foreign salvage operations within the South China Sea waters must cease at once, or the salvage vessels would be sunk! At the same time, I notified Little Raindrop to refit an Earth-class underwater fortress. Within a few days, these two girls would have their own dedicated archaeological vessel. With these arrangements made, the three of us headed upstairs to find Zhang Fengzhen and Director Chen. I planned to treat everyone to lunch today, though I managed to borrow some money from Elena beforehand—consider it me treating while she pays.

Seeing Director Zhang, He Yuqing said happily, “Grandpa Zhang, Director Zhao secured sponsors for us! Since you’re an advisor to the National Archaeological Center, can you help us set up an archaeological company? Our initial plan is to salvage the sunken ships in the South China Sea.”

“Wonderful! That’s fantastic news; I never expected things to go so smoothly. Establishing an archaeological company is no problem, but I demand to participate in the South China Sea archaeology. You know my greatest dream is to study those porcelains. Very few South China Sea wrecks lack ceramics. If I cannot personally participate in the salvage, I won’t be able to rest in peace!”

He Yuqing smiled. “Of course! We were hoping to benefit from your experience, and it will be good company for my grandfather—he’s been clamoring to join too.”

Zhang Fengzhen pulled me aside. “Should we invite Xiao Ning and Yun Yao to lunch? I worry about spoiling your mood; I haven’t notified the two of them yet.”

“There you go thinking dirty thoughts again,” I chided him. “My relationship with them is strictly professional; don’t get it twisted.”

Zhang Fengzhen snickered. “Don’t try to fool me. Even though I don’t have a girlfriend, the way that American girl looks at you is obvious to anyone. Foreign moons really are rounder than the Chinese ones, aren’t they? I’ve never seen such a generous model. Director, tell me honestly, have you gotten intimate with her yet? How did it feel? Spill the details.”

“The feel was quite good. Although they’re large, they weren't as soft as one might imagine... Damn it, you’re trying to trick me! I haven’t actually touched them, so stop making things up.”

Zhang Fengzhen chuckled slyly. “Don’t deny it. That Miss He is also acting strangely; she keeps sneaking glances at you. That American girl has definitely been involved with you. And your classmate, I think she has a thing for you. Let’s have a few drinks at lunch, and then you can conquer her this afternoon.”

I smacked Zhang Fengzhen on the head. “Stop letting your imagination run wild! Hurry up and call them both back for lunch.”