I See through Everything

"Ah... you’re rushing things. Take a week off first to rest and get yourself back in shape. I’ll find time to help you finalize the treatment plan. We’ll officially start on January first of next year."

"Thank you, Teacher!" A faint, unhealthy flush appeared on He Youwei’s face.

Jiang Miao then reminded her, "After studying these past few days, you should understand the value and danger of those eleven gene laws, shouldn’t you?"

He Youwei, still reeling from the pleasant surprise, froze for a second before snapping back to reality. Her expression immediately grew solemn. "Teacher, I know. I will guard this secret and never reveal any of this to anyone else."

She might be naive, but that didn’t make her a fool. Her family upbringing had taught her that superior technology didn’t always guarantee a positive outcome.

If Jiang Miao’s eleven gene laws were incorporated into a biological AI model, one could uncover a vast amount of information just by analyzing an organism’s genes.

The applications weren’t just in medicine and agriculture; they could even be used to design genetic weapons.

’This stuff is terrifying.’

’If one thing goes wrong, humanity could face extinction.’

He Youwei’s initial excitement had given way to a profound, lingering fear. She now didn’t dare store the eleven gene laws on her phone or computer, nor did she even risk writing them down on paper. She relied solely on memorizing them by heart, mastering them bit by bit.

If she needed to perform calculations and derivations on scratch paper, she also learned Shuya’s cipher and created one for her own personal use.

She had previously seen small, specialized incinerators set up in a few of the labs and found it strange, but now she understood why.

’They’re for incinerating paper documents.’

As for why not use a paper shredder?

Back home, her father had told her many little stories about security risks, including printers that conveniently malfunctioned, recycled ink cartridges, paper shredders, and bringing cell phones into laboratories.

For now, Hailufeng Company wasn’t particularly famous.

After all, White Truffles and eels weren’t enough to change the global landscape.

But with the start of large-scale farming of Egyptian Catfish, followed by next year’s mass cultivation of soybeans and mass grafting of oil-seed camellia, He Youwei could predict that the level of attention on Hailufeng Company and Jiang Miao from various powers would skyrocket. Some might even be moved to kill.

After all, animal feed and edible oils had always been a strategic vulnerability for the East Asia region.

Once this vulnerability was shored up, other powers would be put in an even more passive position.

This was especially true for the ABCD companies and American capital forces, whose agricultural hegemony, which they had worked so hard to maintain, would face the threat of collapse.

At that point, Jiang Miao would undoubtedly become a thorn in their side, his every move watched relentlessly.

And if those eleven gene laws were ever leaked, the entire world would lose sleep over it.

He Youwei, who had been planning to publish a related paper, now decided she needed to discuss a major revision with Jiang Miao and Lin Shuya, to delete and alter any content that could possibly relate to the gene laws.

Not publishing the paper at all was out of the question.

It wasn’t that He Youwei was concerned with fame; it was that developing a drug required registering a patent. The approval process for a new drug required documentation of its pharmacological development, and having a corresponding paper made the process smoother.

’I can’t just say I dreamed it all up, can I?’

An explanation like that would only make them more conspicuous, essentially screaming that they had something to hide.

Therefore, they had to invent a plausible story to rationalize the entire development process. They would rather pass it off as a stroke of genius or sheer dumb luck than admit it was derived from the gene laws.

He Youwei shoveled a mouthful of rice into her mouth, then proposed, "Teacher, I think we need to be more careful with the company’s lab security. I’m afraid those few guards we have probably aren’t enough."

"Do you have any suggestions?" Jiang Miao asked, not bothering with pleasantries.

"My grandfather has a former subordinate who runs a firm that specializes in high-level security solutions. They have decades of experience protecting VIPs, critical laboratories, and confidential areas. I can ask him to design a top-tier security plan for the company. It would be best to include your family in the plan as well, Teacher."

"Oh? Then I’ll leave it in your hands."

"You’re welcome, but you’ll have to be the one to pay, Teacher. I can’t afford tens of millions," He Youwei joked.

"It’s only tens of millions. Security is what matters most." Jiang Miao waved off the expense as if it were nothing.

Although he made time every day to investigate various matters online, he was still just one person. He couldn’t possibly keep an eye on everyone twenty-four hours a day.

He knew that some assassin organizations didn’t use online systems at all, or communicated using highly concealed ciphers.

The security department he’d previously tasked Ke Yong with forming had so far recruited 15 professional bodyguards, and all of their families had been relocated to Magong Town.

In addition, a dense network of surveillance cameras covered the entirety of Nanhu Village. On the road connecting Nanhu Village to Magong Town, hidden lookout posts had been established to watch for any strangers entering the area or anyone acting suspiciously.

Jiang Miao and his family also rarely left Magong Town, which significantly reduced the difficulty of ensuring their security.

When the laboratory was first built, besides the underground parking garage, they had also excavated a civil defense shelter into Magong Mountain behind it, just in case.

Now that He Youwei was recommending an even more professional team, Jiang Miao naturally wouldn’t refuse. He placed the highest importance on the safety of himself and his family.

As they ate lunch, He Youwei brought up the matter of drastically revising her paper.

Jiang Miao agreed with this as well.

’Rather than being evasive, it’s better to just falsify it. With my abilities, I can reverse-engineer the development process from the results and plausibly eliminate the role the gene laws played in it.’

Just as he finished lunch, Jiang Miao saw Jiang Haibo and Ye Meijing near the staircase of the second-floor dining hall, holding documents and looking around.

Upon seeing him, they immediately stood up and walked briskly toward him.

Jiang Miao stopped. "Haibo, Meijing, what is it?"

Jiang Haibo handed over the documents he was holding as he explained, "Boss, this is what you asked me to work on with the finance and attendance departments..."