The old man finished speaking and fixed Zhou Jianmin with a piercing stare.
Unlike the Chongli Command Center, which could temporarily adopt a wait-and-see policy,
the transmigration point on Nan'an West Road in Lindu was the link for transporting goods between the two worlds—an absolute core that could not afford any loss.
Its disposal plan could not be as conservative as the former's.
Zhou Jianmin clearly understood this too, and soon began introducing the arrangements:
"Chief, before I came, the comrades from Department 307 had already arrived at the transmigration point and taken over deployment authority."
"At the same time, a new batch of anti-surveillance technical supplies arrived at the scene, including broadband wave-absorbing aerogel urgently dispatched from Shanghai, and multi-layer aluminized polyimide film used to absorb the transmigration point's heat load, among others."
"In addition, traffic throughout Lindu City had been further optimized; through comprehensive regulation, vehicles that might pass through were diverted in advance to other intersections."
Given the importance of the matter, Zhou Jianmin introduced it in great detail.
The Department 307 he mentioned was a core office of high standing within the national security apparatus.
It was nothing as mystical as Bureau 749's Dragon and Phoenix Groups.
But every member of the department was a top expert battle-tested in the field of secrecy, and absolutely loyal.
For example, the missile body transfer stage of the global-shocking F-31A full ballistic test launch was completed by Department 307.
Now that Department 307 had taken over the scene, it represented that the overall situation at the transmigration point had smoothly transitioned into the control of the state's highest will.
As for the comprehensive regulation Zhou Jianmin mentioned, it was a data-based intervention method.
This method was extremely influential but also exceptionally covert.
To take the simplest example:
At Intersection A, the green light was originally 25 seconds; after regulation by the traffic command center, it became 35 seconds for left turns and 15 seconds for straight-through traffic.
Thus, the number of left-turning vehicles would increase significantly, while straight-through vehicles would decrease.
With advance prompts from navigation software, a large number of drivers would change lanes early before entering the solid line.
When dozens or even hundreds of intersections formed an interference matrix, over time, a massive empty zone could be formed in the target area.
Unless your destination happened to be inside the empty zone, most drivers would be diverted without realizing it—given the situation around the transmigration point, the proportion of the former would certainly not be high, and Department 307 handling a situation of this scale was as easy as pie.
"......."
The old man listened carefully to Zhou Jianmin's introduction, thought for a moment, and asked again:
"Comrade Zhou Jianmin, you said these methods might be effective in the short term, but over a long period, wouldn't some people notice something abnormal?"
"Mm, you're very likely right," Zhou Jianmin immediately agreed, his expression serious, "After all, these days there are many infiltrations... in any case, based on this consideration, the Think Tank has proposed an advanced plan."
The old man put on an air of listening intently.
Zhou Jianmin picked up his briefcase, took out a road distribution map, and spread it flat on the desk.
"Look, this is the main road of Nan'an West Road... that is, the layout of Tongfu Avenue."
Standing up, he pointed to the diagram and introduced: "The entire Tongfu Avenue is 2.9 kilometers long, with five branch roads similar to Nan'an West Road, and it has been seven years since its completion."
"The Think Tank's suggestion is for the authorities to step forward and announce that the entire Tongfu Avenue has significant safety hazards, and that the whole road will undergo long-cycle renovation and repair."
"At the same time, a subway line would be planned in the northern direction of Lindu—that is, Lindu Line 9, whose feasibility was verified four years ago but shelved—to divert folk groups engaged in house speculation and home buying in the opposite direction of the transmigration point."
"Next, a series of crackdown operations against hostile holdouts would be carried out in 17 cities across the country, Lindu included, but with less intensity than the several key areas in the southwest."
"On the premise of ensuring Lindu neither stands out nor appears isolated, pull overseas attention toward the southwest."
This time the old man thought for a while: "This plan is feasible."
As previously mentioned,
Nan'an West Road and Tongfu Avenue were among the main roads leading to Lindu University Town, with heavy daily traffic, but no residential gathering points around them.
Therefore, due to high load intensity and lack of maintenance, cracks and other safety hazards appeared on the road surface requiring renovation—this was not a reason that was hard to accept.
At most, there would be some local gossip after the project began.
Plus, with the Lindu Line 9 plan thrown out in another direction, the attention of Lindu's residents would soon be drawn to the north.
As long as this plan could be maintained for half a year.
Even if the home world still could not master the technology to transfer the transmigration point, it would at least have some confidence in hand.
"By the way, Comrade Zhou Jianmin," after learning about the transmigration point's secrecy procedures, the old man turned to another question, "How is the transmigration channel recovering now?"
"Fairly smooth, at least much more optimistic than we expected," Zhou Jianmin, who had just checked this situation before coming, said, "At the current efficiency, it should basically return to its original state in three days."
Three days?
The old man raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "In other words, a transmission of similar magnitude to H11 can be carried out on average every three days?"
"That's right, and the options are quite diverse," Zhou Jianmin nodded, gesturing with both hands in the air to mark several intervals, "It can be transmitted all at once, or in multiple small batches, depending on real-time needs."
Speaking of this,
he suddenly paused, his expression hesitant to speak.
The old man noticed his expression: "Comrade Zhou Jianmin, what's wrong?"
"Uh, it's like this, Chief," Zhou Jianmin hesitated for a moment, his tone unusually hesitant, "There is currently one matter that needs your decision..."
The old man did not respond, just silently watching him.
"It's mainly related to material distribution," under the old man's gaze, Zhou Jianmin took a deep breath and laid everything out, "You know, we have successfully activated the transmigration point and resolved the Great Calamity of Guihua Sect's extermination."
"So the main content of exchanges between the two sides in the future will definitely gradually tilt toward the transport of goods between the two worlds."
"Although we don't know exactly what Comrade Lin Yi will transmit back, we can basically guess they are items related to the extraordinary. Regarding the arrangements for these items..."
"Arrangements?"
The old man frowned and said without hesitation: "What's there to ask? Of course, they're for research."
"I recall the plan also mentioned this? The Think Tank has already selected a nearby research base, and after the meeting vote, it can be connected to the transmigration point."
"Chief, it's not a question of base selection..." Zhou Jianmin moved his lips a few times, gritted his teeth, and prepared to make things clear, "I'm worried that if there's external pressure wanting to take those items..."
"Comrade Zhou Jianmin!"
This time, the old man decisively interrupted him and waved his hand with imposing dominance:
"Please tell all comrades participating in the research to research boldly and with assurance; before results are born, no otherworldly items will be taken out of the laboratory."
"There won't be any "what if," nor any pressure; everything..."
"...I, Lin Huaian, will take responsibility."
"......"
Zhou Jianmin remained silent.
More than ten seconds passed.
When he raised his head again, his expression toward the old man was already filled with reverence:
"I understand, Chief."
The old man simply took a sip of tea leisurely.
After putting down the teacup,
he looked at the documents in his hand for a while, then suddenly pointed to a certain passage and asked Zhou Jianmin:
"Comrade Zhou Jianmin, what is this "Gentle Catgirl" on the list?"
Chapter 19