Song Jinmin took out two cigarettes and handed one to Lin Yi, who took it. “How’s the situation in Yangcheng?” Lin Yi asked what he wanted to know. “After you were buried, your adoptive mother was hospitalized. Before I left, I heard that her condition had stabilized, but she would be discharged after some time.”
Lin Yi smoked silently, taking several puffs in a row.
“The others are fine. Your adoptive father and the others are quite strong. They’re supporting the orphanage. There’s no big problems,” Song Jinmin said. “Is my biological mother okay?”
“Nothing much, she went shopping yesterday, but it seemed like she sneaked out.”
“What? Shopping? Did she buy my funeral clothes?”
“She went with Mila and Monica. They bought several dresses for themselves.” “Seriously? I’m supposed to be dead, and she has the mind to go shopping?” “She knows you’re not dead.”
“Huh? How did she find out?”
“On the day you were buried, the women stayed at the orphanage, sighing and lamenting. Your dad found it annoying, so he took a few of us out for drinks. I must say, your Huaxian hot pot and roast lamb leg are really good.”
“Stop, stop, get to the point.”
“The point is, we were enjoying ourselves when your mom found out, came over, flipped our table, and chewed out your dad. They almost divorced. Your dad had no choice but to tell her the truth.”
Lin Yi’s mouth twitched. He hadn’t expected his situation to be exposed in such a melodramatic way.
“And how are the others?”
“You should know a woman named Liang Ruoxu.”
Song Jinmin extinguished the cigarette in his hand and lit another one.
“She went back to Yanjing after the ritual on the seventh day. She’s not in a good state, but she’s comparatively better off. She’s accepted reality.”
“How is Ji Qingyan?” Lin Yi asked, smacking his lips.
“She’s the same. After all, you are supposed to be dead. How good could she be? Your mother has been accompanying her.”
“My mother?”
“Your mess got exposed, and your mom’s been covering for you.”
“We don’t know much about the organization, either. All we know is that it’s a very evil organization. You could describe it as inhumane.”
“Can you be more specific?”
Song Jinmin pondered for a moment. “Organizations like ours and others abroad, while not exactly good people, still have some humanity. During firefights, we try to avoid crowded places and, if possible, we don’t harm women, the elderly, or children. But this group is different. They only care about their mission, with no regard for humanity.”
“But there’s something strange—they seem particularly obsessed with the Bass ores.”
Lin Yi had noticed this long ago.
Globally, the ultimate goal of many known foreign organizations was Bass ore, though their approaches differed.
Just like this time, when he had ten kilograms of minerals, it attracted over twenty organizations to Panem.
But his father’s organization had no interest in the minerals, otherwise, this situation wouldn’t have occurred.
This was quite normal, like a child carrying ten kilograms of gold down the street—everyone would covet it.
But those who coveted the gold might just be ordinary thugs, while truly wealthy individuals wouldn’t be interested, much like his father’s organization. Ten kilograms of ore might be like a drizzle to them.
However, this Mammon Organization was very different.
According to Song Jinmin, their scale should be similar to his father’s organization, but every time ores appeard, no matter the quantity, their people showed up.
It was like seeing Mr. Ma from Tencent haggling in a marketplace for small profits. It doesn’t add up.
“That’s because their goals are different,” Song Jinmin said.
“Most people who get their hands on minerals will trade them for vast amounts of wealth and weapons. But the Mamon organization is different. It’s said that they’re conducting various experiments at their base. We don’t know exactly what experiments they’re doing, but reliable intelligence suggests that if these experiments succeed, they could potentially change the world’s power structure.”
Lin Yi broke into a cold sweat.
The current world order was quite stable, and changing it was no easy feat. “Doesn’t the rest of the world, including Meiguo, know what they’re up to?” Song Jinmin flicked his cigarette ash. “Of course not. They don’t even know where their base is, let alone what they’re doing. Otherwise, their organization wouldn’t have survived for so long.”
“Is this why the whole world is so obsessed with ore?”