Ye Wenjie, watch my moves closely.

Chapter 35 Unexpected Visitor

The process of getting the money in wasn't quick. Evans had intended to stay at the Red Coast Base, but Dr. Peterson, who was used to living in the subtropical climate, couldn't stand the mosquitoes at the Red Coast Base. The buzzing and flapping of their wings every night almost drove him to a nervous breakdown.

The two returned to the nearest town and found a hotel to stay in.

Just a few days after leaving Red Shore, an unexpected person knocked on Evans' door.

"You mean, you have what I want?"

Evans braced his hand against the door, peeking half his face out from behind it, looking at the middle-aged woman in the doorway.

The woman's English was terrible, with a strong accent.

Evans struggled to understand even a few words.

The middle-aged woman nodded, opened a book, and found some English sentences with their pronunciations marked in Chinese characters.

"Yes, sir. I can assure you, this is exactly what you desire."

Evans is now only interested in the way the Lord communicates.

The middle-aged woman who came to the door had frizzy hair and tried her best to appear kind, but she couldn't hide her shrewd calculations.

He's less like a businessman and more like a cunning swindler.

Evans pushed the door open impatiently. "Go away, I don't have time for you."

The middle-aged woman braced herself against the door with both hands and uttered a single word:

"The Three-Body Problem?"

The simple word froze Evans in place; his hand stood still. The middle-aged woman seized the opportunity, pushed open the door, and slipped into Evans's room.

With his back to her, Evans kept a watchful eye on the middle-aged woman's every move, his hand casually reaching into his pocket and grasping half of a pruning knife.

After emerging from the desolate wilderness of Northwest China, this small knife became his spiritual pillar.

"The Three-Body Problem?" Evans sneered. "What's that? I've never seen such a word in English."

The middle-aged woman sat calmly in a wicker chair, adjusting her glasses with one hand, and said, "Mr. Evans, let's not keep you in suspense. I know what kind of deal those people at the Red Coast Base are making. However, they have no intention of giving you the Trisolaran civilization's contact information."

Don't worry, I won't be like them.

Evans did not speak.

The middle-aged woman knew she should show some sincerity, so she took out a stack of papers from her pocket, handed them to Evans, and said, "My name is Cheng Lihua, former head of the Red Coast Base."

He lost everything because of Ye Wenjie's schemes and those of a nameless bastard.

This document was given to me by them; it's a record of messages they received from an alien civilization called the Trisolarans.

Evans opened the document; its contents had already been translated into English.

Although the grammar was terrible, he could understand the content.

This is no different from what Li Youyu told him in the desolate mountains of Northwest China.

However, the materials are more detailed, and their authenticity is immediately apparent.

However, similarly, key data regarding the antenna's transmission direction and frequency were also removed from this document.

Evans wondered if this was another trick played by the Easterners. Cheng Lihua continued to explain, "You know what? Mr. Evans, when I first saw this material, I didn't have the same expression as you. What Trisolaran civilization? It sounds like a joke. And what about soaking and dehydration? Is there any need for such a hellish world to exist? It's better to face death sooner rather than later."

Cheng Lihua's evaluation of the Three-Body Problem displeased Evans, whose lips twitched upwards in disgust, but he refrained from getting angry due to the potential intelligence value of the other party.

"What do you want?" Evans asked coldly.

"Me?" Cheng Lihua laughed. "Mr. Evans, I was born in this country, I grew up in this country, I dedicated my youth and everything to the cause of this country, but in the end I got nothing. Take me away, to America, that beacon of freedom and civilization. I can no longer bear the darkness of this backward country."

Evans thought for a moment and said, "No problem, but you are all untrustworthy. I can't take you away without seeing anything. You know, once I leave, I'll never come back."

Cheng Lihua said, "But how can I guarantee that after you get my things, you'll take me to America?"

“You can’t get any guarantees,” Evans said. “Money is just something external to me. I’d give up any amount of money as long as I can connect with the Lord.”

So this deal is about you begging me, not the other way around.

Evans, being the son of an oil tycoon, has negotiation skills in his bones; with just a few words, he cut off Cheng Lihua's escape route.

Cheng Lihua wasn't sure if Evans would actually spend a large sum to acquire the Red Coast Base; the only information she received was a simple guiding line:

Bring the Three-Body Problem data you have to Evans.

The so-called deal was merely a proposal put forward by her alone.

She knew Evans was an American tycoon, and if he could really take her to that country, her life would take a dramatic turn for the better.

She was determined to give it a try, no matter what.

"I agree, Mr. Evans." Cheng Lihua stood up, extending her hand in a handshake gesture. "I'll go back and prepare the things. We'll make the deal in town in three days. You take me to America, and I'll give you the goods."

"Um."

Evans exhaled a breath of hot air from his nostrils, did not shake Cheng Lihua's outstretched hand, coldly opened the door, and gestured for her to enter.

From Yang Weining to Li Youyu, and then to Cheng Lihua, each of them harbored a bellyful of schemes.

Evans was utterly fed up with these kinds of humans.

He missed the swallows of Northwest China, the seals on the beach, and the sloths of Australia.

How wonderful it would be if there were a world without humans.

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Although Cheng Lihua was coldly driven away by Evans, she was in a good mood.

The Red Coast Base attracted the attention of a powerful figure who stripped her of her position and expelled her from the Party. She used her connections to escape legal judgment, but now she has nothing left.

Just when she thought she would grow old like this, she received an unsigned letter.

This letter led her to Evans.

In retrospect, it seems that the old saying is true: fortune and misfortune are intertwined.

Lei Zhicheng's inexplicable report caused her to lose her official position, but it was also because of this inexplicable report that she gained the qualification to go to the United States.

Ah, freedom.

As Cheng Lihua thought about the scenery across the sea, her nostrils filled with a sweet fragrance.

Just as she was standing on the road in a daze, someone suddenly bumped into her shoulder.

Cheng Lihua frowned, noticing that the man was a tall young man who looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't quite place where she had seen him before. So she swallowed back the words of reprimand she was about to say.

The young man opposite seemed hesitant to speak. Seeing Cheng Lihua nod without saying anything, he nodded apologetically and then disappeared into the crowd.

The young man walked to the corner, put the bags he was carrying into the back seat of the Jeep, then jumped into the driver's seat and said to the woman holding a child in the back seat, "Engineer Ye, guess who I just ran into?"

Ye Wenjie teased Xiao Yangdong, asking with a smile, "Who is it?"

"Cheng Lihua, Director Cheng? But wasn't she dismissed? What's she doing here?"