Chapter 403: In the End, My Vision Is Still Small

The news headline is:

"Aircraft Carrier No. 004 'Guangsheng Ship' launched and commissioned!"

Of course, the launch and commissioning of No. 004 isn't the most important thing; after the previous experience, the country now finds building aircraft carriers quite easy.

What matters most is that Aircraft Carrier No. 004 is a Nuclear-powered Aircraft Carrier, a 120,000‑ton class Nuclear-powered Aircraft Carrier, and that's what most netizens find most astonishing.

Although the carrier was donated by an unnamed Mr. Xu, one can guess that after the state studies this carrier and learns from it, it will soon be able to build the next Nuclear-powered Aircraft Carrier—and perhaps fully master the technology.

Thus, Aircraft Carrier No. 004 is of great significance.

After reading the article, he realized it only mentioned that the carrier was donated by an unnamed Mr. Xu and did not specify who the donor was, so Xu Mo felt relieved.

Fame is a curse, and a pig fears getting fat; Xu Mo doesn't want to become the focus, especially in this matter—enthusiastic netizens might trample the threshold of his villa, and his job would likely be severely affected.

Meanwhile, the Police Station's work group also erupted into chaos.

Like Xu Mo, the police officers at the Police Station had no time to check their phones during work, as they were busy investigating cases all day, and only learned about the launch and commissioning of Aircraft Carrier No. 004 after their shift ended at night.

They immediately started discussing it in the group.

"Whoa, did you see the news? No. 004 actually launched!"

"Just saw it—it's even a damn Nuclear-powered Aircraft Carrier, a 120,000‑ton Nuclear-powered Aircraft Carrier. That's awesome!"

"Nice, this carrier wasn't built with state funds but donated by an unnamed big shot. Who is this big shot? Donating an entire carrier, and damn it's nuclear-powered—must have cost several hundred billion, right?"

"More than that—several hundred billion is just the cost of a conventional‑propulsion carrier; a nuclear one would be higher, and that's only the construction cost, not counting R&D, which is probably astronomical as well."

"Sss… If you put it that way, including R&D it must be over a trillion, right?"

"Hard to say, but probably roughly the same… The article mentioned the donor's surname; it's Xu, just like our Team Leader Xu."

"Team Leader Xu, that unnamed Mr. Xu—could he be your relative? @Xu Mo"

"Even if not a relative now, centuries ago we were from the same clan. I've discovered that anyone surnamed Xu seems to be a prodigy!"

"…"

Han Fei also paid attention to the police officers' chat in the group.

The donor is a relative of Xu Mo? Still a small‑scale thinking… Think bigger! The bigger the guess, the better!

The donor is a relative of Xu Mo? No, no, no—actually this carrier was donated by Xu Mo himself!

Unlike the other officers, Han Fei knows the inside story.

However, having signed an agreement, Han Fei knows this cannot be spread, so he simply didn't say anything in the group.

To prevent himself from impulsively leaking the matter, Han Fei put his phone aside and pretended not to see the officers' chat.

Xu Mo's thinking was similar to Han Fei's.

If it were a normal day, Xu Mo would surely reply half‑jokingly, half‑seriously: "Yep, I donated that carrier."

But now it's not allowed; after all, he's signed a confidentiality agreement, so the donation cannot be disclosed, even in jest.

After casually replying with an emoji, Xu Mo put his phone down.

He looked at the four women on the sofa and asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"Not yet, we haven't decided what to eat tonight. How about you?"

"I haven't eaten either. How about we go out to a restaurant tonight? I received a bonus today, so it's on me."

"Sure!" the four women replied in unison.

It happened that they didn't want to cook today, so going out was fine.

The few of them quickly agreed and immediately decided to go out.

After washing his face, Xu Mo left the house together with the four women.

…

After the meal, Xu Mo stopped by a flower shop, bought some potted green plants, and put them in the car's trunk, planning to bring them to the Police Station tomorrow to display in his office.

On the way, he passed a shop specializing in tea leaves and tea sets; Xu Mo bought a tea set, also crammed into the trunk, intending to bring it to the Police Station tomorrow to try the newly rewarded Da Hong Pao.

The next day.

After arriving at the Police Station, Xu Mo moved the potted plants and tea set into the office in several trips.

During a free moment, Xu Mo arranged the plants to his liking and began brewing tea.

Just then, Han Fei pushed the door open and walked in.

"Xu Mo, this afternoon a few comrades from the neighboring district bureau are coming to learn from us; please host them with me… Why did you suddenly start drinking tea? I thought you don't drink tea. Hey, this tea is good—the aroma is strong. What tea is this?"

The moment Han Fei entered, he smelled a refreshing tea fragrance.

Because of his work, he often has to stay up late on cases; there are only a few things that can invigorate him. He can't get used to coffee, so he only drinks tea and has, over time, a modest knowledge of it.

But Han Fei believes that among all the teas he's tasted, none matches the aroma of the tea Xu Mo is brewing now.

Han Fei was intrigued; he asked Xu Mo about the tea's variety, intending to buy some for himself.

"Da Hong Pao," Xu Mo replied honestly.

"Da Hong Pao?" Han Fei frowned slightly; this was different from the Da Hong Pao he had drunk before!

Nevertheless, he didn't think much of it; Da Hong Pao comes in different grades, and the tea's aroma and taste depend not only on the variety but also on the roasting technique, so differing aromas are normal.

As for Wu Yi Shan Mother Tree Da Hong Pao, Han Fei didn't consider that.

That tea is no longer allowed to be harvested; saying it's extinct isn't an exaggeration. The remaining Mother Tree Da Hong Pao are held by true tea connoisseurs, and someone like Xu Mo, who knows nothing about tea, could never obtain it.

"Want a taste?" Xu Mo poured a cup for Han Fei.

In fact, even without Xu Mo mentioning it, Han Fei was already planning to shamelessly ask for some tea; the aroma was so fragrant that just smelling it made him crave it.

Han Fei smiled and sat down.

"Then I won't be polite."

He lifted the cup, inhaled, and was instantly immersed, a look of pure enjoyment on his face.

"Your tea must cost at least a few hundred yuan per jin, right?" he said, blowing the steam from the cup and taking a small sip.

Mm! The pricier stuff is good, indeed it tastes much better than my tea that costs a few dozen yuan per jin. Where did you buy it? I'll get some too later.

Han Fei had an idea, planning to also go buy some for himself to drink; tea that costs several hundred per jin is expensive, but he can still afford it if he grits his teeth.