The Ethan Yin they recognize has always been the primary persona of Miles Gu, never this impostor standing before them.
But those words are too hurtful—saying them once is enough, there's no need to bring it up every day.
Even so, Miles Gu was left completely crushed.
Miles Gu didn't say anything else and stumbled out of the room.
Quentin Sheng knocked and entered, glanced at Miles Gu's retreating figure, and reported with a blank expression, "CEO, this is the intel sent over from the other side."
"Bring it here," Ethan Yin said, reaching out to take it and scanning through at lightning speed.
This intel had just been delivered by Sherry Yuan and her team—news that Julian King and the others had just dug up, combined with their own analysis and speculation.
Ethan Yin smiled and said, "Sending Julian King over was the right call. See? He picked up on the clues right away."
After a pause, Ethan Yin issued his orders: "Quentin, find someone reliable to investigate Zachary Zhang, the third son of the Zhang Family from Six Saints Town. See who he's been meeting with. If he wants to sell things from the town, there has to be a buyer. If he's buying goods from outside, there must be a seller he's dealing with. Figuring out who these people are is crucial!"
Quentin Sheng nodded immediately. "Understood, I'll get someone on it. Also, CEO, the elders of the Yin Family are all asking about Assistant Mit's whereabouts. How should I respond?"
Ethan Yin gave a dismissive smile. "Just make up something and send them away—say she went for further training, a vacation, or some special assignment. Those people aren't really concerned about Kara King's whereabouts; they're just trying to figure out where she went. No doubt they've accepted favors from Miles Gu and are helping him gather intel. If they find out where Kara is, they'll know where Yina ended up too. Hmph, clever scheme."
"Yes, CEO," Quentin Sheng replied, nodding. "I'll handle it right away."
"Wait a second," Ethan Yin called out to Quentin. "Have Sherry Yuan restock supplies at the secret base when she gets a chance. I have a feeling we'll need those things sooner or later."
"Understood, CEO," Quentin Sheng replied, not asking why.
Every decision Ethan Yin made always carried hidden meaning.
After Quentin Sheng left, Ethan Yin quickly summoned the head of the GF-112 Project.
"Mr. Yin," said Martin Fang, the overall head of the GF-112 Project—a balding middle-aged man.
Ethan Yin figured his hair loss was probably because of the project.
He made a mental note to give Martin Fang a bonus so he could get a hair transplant.
"Please have a seat, Mr. Fang," Ethan Yin said politely. "I'd like to ask about the progress of the GF-112 Project."
Martin Fang wore a pained expression as he said, "Our people approached the head of that town and offered fifteen billion, but they still refused to relocate. The reason is the same as before: their ancestral graves are all there, and moving would ruin the family’s feng shui."
Ethan Yin smiled. "So how did you respond?"
Martin Fang continued, "We hired a feng shui master and found a location with excellent feng shui, planning to build a huge new neighborhood and even offered to relocate their ancestral graves for free. Still, they refused. This time, there’s no reason—just a flat refusal. We’ve said everything we could, but they’re completely unmoved! Mr. Yin, I just don’t get it. When we planned the GF-112 Project, we considered every possible situation involving residential areas. I swear on my bald head, that mountain area was deserted when we set the route—how did such a big town suddenly pop up? It makes no sense!"
Ethan Yin tapped his fingers on the table. "It really doesn’t make sense. With that much activity, there’s no way satellites wouldn’t pick it up."
"Exactly!" Martin Fang slapped his thigh. "Now that something’s gone wrong, I’m the one mainly responsible. But I just can’t figure out how it appeared out of nowhere."
"No need to take all the blame, Mr. Fang. Let’s discuss this calmly," Ethan Yin said, trying to reassure him. "I trust your abilities."
Even with Ethan Yin’s reassurance, Martin Fang still looked deeply worried.
The investment in the GF-112 Project was astronomical.
Over the years, the total investment had reached several hundred billion—a true mega-project.
If it stalled or failed, as overall head, Martin Fang would take the blame.
Getting fired would be the least of it.
He might lose his entire career over this.
"Have you met the town’s representative?" Ethan Yin asked casually.
"Yes, a middle-aged man, around forty," Martin Fang replied. "He talks in a very cultured way—kind of pretentious, honestly."
Ethan Yin chuckled. "Oh?"
"It’s not his way of speaking—I just don’t get it. Besides the resettlement fee, I promised him all sorts of extra benefits, but he still wouldn’t agree. He said moving was too much trouble, so I offered to handle everything. He said the ancestral home couldn’t be touched, so I suggested using heavy machinery to move it intact. He said the ancestral graves couldn’t be moved, so I found a feng shui master and offered them an even better site. I tried to solve every problem he raised, but he still refused."
"Alright, Mr. Fang, no rush," Ethan Yin said quickly, seeing how anxious Martin Fang was. "We’ll take it slow. I just wanted to get an update today, nothing more."
Martin Fang relaxed a little. "Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Yin."
"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Fang. You may go now," Ethan Yin said, finally letting Martin Fang leave.
Once Martin Fang left, Ethan Yin kept pondering the issue.
Why can’t this town be seen on satellite maps?
Is there some kind of jammer?
But to block out a town this size, the jammer would have to be huge.
Where did they even get it from?
Ethan Yin pressed the phone on his desk. "Get in touch with Winston Fan and invite him to lunch."
Soon, Winston Fan replied.
Winston Fan agreed to have lunch with Ethan Yin.
At noon, Ethan Yin and Winston Fan arrived at the meeting spot almost at the same time.
"Mr. Fan, I’m sorry for the sudden invitation. There are a few things I’d like to ask you about," Ethan Yin said politely.
Winston Fan was even more polite. "Oh come on, Mr. Yin, we go way back! If there’s anything I can help with, just say the word."
"Come, have a seat," Ethan Yin said warmly, inviting Winston Fan to sit.
A server brought over a tea set and started washing and brewing tea on the mat nearby.
"Mr. Fan, I wanted to ask you—do you know anything about large-scale jammers?" Ethan Yin asked.
Winston Fan replied, "I do know a bit, but actually, Mr. Mo would be a better person to ask about this."
"Oh?"
"If it’s a super-large jammer, it wouldn’t be civilian—it’d be military," Winston Fan explained.
"Makes sense," Ethan Yin nodded. "Since the Fan Family is in logistics, have you ever handled orders for jammer components or anything similar?"
Winston Fan said, "I’ll have my people look into it and get back to you."
"Thank you, I appreciate it," Ethan Yin said with a smile. "The sooner, the better."
"No problem," Winston Fan replied with a smile. "I heard Miss Yin went out to relax?"
"Yes, she’s handed the project she was working on with you over to me for now," Ethan Yin replied with a smile. "Don’t worry, even though it’s my sister’s business, as her brother I’m fully invested. If you need anything, just let me know."
Winston Fan smiled. "Then I won’t be shy. Mr. Yin, about the technical R&D staffing your sister mentioned last time…"
After their business lunch, Ethan Yin immediately contacted Max Mo.
"Uncle Max, I’m bothering you again," Ethan Yin said cheerfully. "Hope you don’t mind."
Max Mo looked at Ethan Yin on the video call, still as cheerful as ever, and laughed. "Alright, enough with the flattery. Just tell me what’s up."
"Uncle Max, here’s my question: If there’s a large-scale jammer that can cover an entire town and make it invisible to satellites, where would it usually come from?" Ethan Yin asked directly.
Max Mo paused. "Normally, small civilian jammers only cover a few thousand square meters, and they only block phone and network signals. Blocking satellite signals isn’t possible."
Ethan Yin nodded—he already knew that much.
"If you want to block an area as big as a town, only the military has that kind of jammer," Max Mo said. "That sort of thing isn’t available to the public."
Unless you’re working with the military.
Ethan Yin’s eyes lit up. "Uncle Max, I’ll be direct. The GF-112 Project ran into trouble—are you aware of the situation?"
As chairman of the Mo Consortium and a major shareholder in both the Yin Consortium and the Jing Family, Max Mo naturally knew about most projects, but GF-112 wasn’t a main one—he only knew the basics and hadn’t been directly involved.
"Just the basics."
"Here’s the thing. Suddenly a place called Six Saints Town popped up, but there’s still no trace of it on satellite maps. I wanted to ask where they could have gotten a satellite jammer. I suspect someone in that town is very closely connected to the local leadership—maybe even something improper." Ethan Yin explained everything he knew.
Max Mo immediately understood what Ethan Yin was implying.
Max Mo’s expression grew more serious. "That area isn’t under Mo Family control, but I can try to find out more. I’ll let you know when I have concrete information."
"Great, thank you, Uncle Max," Ethan Yin said readily. "I’ll wait for your update."