Chapter 188

Using a courtyard house to exchange for a prophecy, Lin Yuzhi actually felt a bit torn.

It wasn't that she was reluctant to let her eldest nephew take advantage.

The main reason is that a courtyard house is really expensive; the ones in Jing Erhuan are definitely out of the question—even if she sold herself she couldn't afford it, so she can only look at the dilapidated ones in the third ring.

At current market prices, even the third ring has risen to twenty to thirty thousand per square meter.

A 400‑square‑meter dilapidated courtyard house, when totaled, would need over ten million. This isn't a matter of gritting one's teeth; it's a massive hemorrhage, a clearance‑sale‑style robbery.

After this ordeal, face masks will become a luxury item.

However, compared to the big pie of being the trailblazer in the military‑industrial sector, face masks aren't worth mentioning.

In the past, the old master said that anyone who didn't want to be a general wasn't a Lin family member.

Upon reflection, the old master's demands on the younger generation were still a bit low; generals also have ranks, so it should be that anyone who didn't want to become a senior general wasn't a Lin family member.

Lin Yuzhi crossed her legs and sat on the bed.

She asked Lin Dongfan enthusiastically, 'Do you really know the military‑industrial system and its development direction 15 years from now?'

'The prophecy of the Qing Shu major earthquake has already come true; at this point you still doubt my ability? That's not like your usual impulsive style.'

Lin Dongfan turned and closed the door, lest he disturb the old master.

That old master has also been hot‑blooded lately, seizing any opportunity to ask a hundred thousand whys, and even wanting to know when unification can be achieved.

This is beyond the syllabus, outside the known scope.

Seeing his great aunt still hesitating, Lin Dongfan decisively prescribed a strong dose: 'Chang'e Sister No. 2 will be launched on October 1 this year, with the flight mission divided into seven stages……'

……!!!

Lin Yuzhi had a black line across her forehead, and her little heart could hardly take it.

Although the lunar exploration program isn't exactly a secret, when Sister No. 2 will be launched and what specific missions it will carry out are top‑secret.

This kid actually gets it right every time he speaks.

Lin Yuzhi raised her guard, lowered her voice and asked, 'Through what channel did you learn this information? Tell me everything in detail.'

That judgment‑like gaze left Lin Dongfan momentarily stunned.

A flicker of illusion crossed his mind—could the young master be a spy?

'Great aunt, if you ask about the source of the information, there's no way to discuss it. I said it's a prophecy, and a prophecy is based on feeling. My sixth sense is just that reliable—what can I do?'

'Sixth sense?'

Lin Yuzhi was still a bit confused.

Upon careful thought, it seems not problematic either; aside from the sixth sense, what other scientific explanation could there be? The core progress of the lunar exploration program is hardly something this kid Dongfan could access.

It was just her being oversensitive; how could the Lin family produce traitors and villains?

Lin Yuzhi steadied herself, set aside her doubts, and pressed for the future: 'Go ahead, tell me about the military‑industrial system and its development direction 15 years from now; unfold the world map and help me simulate the future global changes.'

'No problem, first give me the courtyard house.'

Lin Dongfan reached his hand toward Lin Yuzhi.

Lin Yuzhi gave him a white‑eye stare: 'You really won't take a loss at all, not even a bit of family feeling.' Helplessly she pulled out her own bank card and slapped it into Lin Dongfan's hand, feeling resentful.

She added, 'This is all my property; if you dare to con me, I'll beat you to death later.'

'Cough cough! I doubt you'll ever get a chance to whip me in this lifetime; your eldest nephew basically claims to be omniscient and omnipotent……' Lin Dongfan dragged a chair to the bedside and talked with Lin Yuzhi for over two hours.

From the technological revolution to the chokepoint technologies on the periphery.

From Middle Eastern wars to the conflict between the big goose and the little duck.

From traditional warfare to the differences in drone warfare.

From Masike's Starlink plan to Chuanpuge's comedic life……

At the beginning.

Lin Yuzhi simply pricked up her ears to listen, just like a little girl who, as a child, sat under a tree listening to adults tell stories, completely absorbed.

As she listened, she gradually realized the information volume was somewhat terrifying.

She then hurriedly fetched her laptop, taking notes while listening, her seriousness comparable to writing a military paper.

Foreknowing the changes in the situation and the world pattern over the next fifteen years!

Is it difficult to astonish everyone with skill?

Our China, by planning fifteen years ahead, can both avoid misjudging the situation and seize the opportunity to overtake on a curve, thereby surely standing invincible.

'Continue, the Southern Heaven Gate plan you just mentioned—some things are too futuristic; is it really feasible? Please elaborate.'

The deep‑sea mud mask on her face had already dried, and Lin Yuzhi completely failed to notice.

She was just waiting for Lin Dongfan's continuation.

Lin Dongfan got up and stretched: 'It's 11 o'clock; my wife is waiting for me to warm the bed. Today's lesson ends here—if you want to know what happens next, please wait for the next installment.'

'Losing two hours of sleep won't kill you—sit down and continue.'

'Staying up two more hours won't kill me, but my wife will be unhappy—bye.'

'Is your wife more important than national defense?'

'National defense is your concern; pampering my wife is mine. If my wife suffers a fetal disturbance, affecting the Lin family's next generation, that becomes a family matter—you can't bear it.'

'Is there something I can't bear?'

Watching Lin Dongfan turn and walk away, Lin Yuzhi frowned gloomily, unable to figure out which genetic link went wrong, as the Lin family had produced a wife‑doting maniac.

Back then, the old master would scold the old mistress—slamming the table and glaring, that was the rhythm.

The whole family, only I am supreme!

The genes have split; in Lin Dongfan's generation, … well, might as well just lie flat—Chu Lingxi indeed has fortune, this kind of thing can't be envied.

Lin Yuzhi turned off the light, lay down, and only then realized she still had a mask on her face.

After tearing off the mask.

Sullenly, he sent a text to Liang Jingzhong: "Surname Liang, I've been robbed—I'm so poor I can't even afford a face mask. You deal with it, and learn from my nephew how to pamper a woman!"

Liang Jingzhong, the comrade far away in Western Rong Province, probably looks utterly confused right now.

Meanwhile.

Lin Dongfan returned to his room and burrowed into the warm blankets.

Lying on Chu Lingxi's belly to listen to the fetal heartbeat, he said: "Honey, I have to report a tragedy—I've squeezed the whole family dry, leaving us penniless. From now on, keep your cosmetics safe, and watch out for your aunt trying to steal them."

"You really demanded a courtyard house from her?" Chu Lingxi said in disbelief.

Lin Dongfan beams: "That's right—I have the bank card in my hand, I'll buy the courtyard house tomorrow. That said, she doesn't lose out either; my information is priceless."

"Husband, you missed milking someone."

"Missed milking?"

"Yeah, actually my mom is also a little rich lady—she definitely has several million."

The filial daughter made a stunning debut, startling Lin Dongfan so much he slid off her round belly and lay down obediently beside her.

Chu Lingxi suddenly asked again: "Husband, do you want my help?"

"We'll talk about milking the mother-in-law later—after I've lost everything."

This time, Lin Dongfan racked his brains to squeeze money from his family, mainly to grab that super monster stock about to surge in the market and break into the true rich club.

Based on the information already available, the chance of losing is virtually zero.

Before bed.

Lin Dongfan then recalled his plan to cultivate a female tycoon.

He pulled out his phone and sent a notice to Ye Jiaying: "Pledge all your assets as collateral for a bank loan—borrow as much as you can. Three days from now, start building a position and snipe that monster stock."