The Heavens: A Qing, the Yue Girl at the beginning

Chapter 490 Round Table Meeting, Mutual Assistance Agreement (7k)

More than a dozen hours passed quickly, night fell, and the last ray of sunset in the sky quietly disappeared behind the endless mountains of the Scottish Highlands. The once-mighty headquarters of the Temple was about to become the birthplace of the new order led by Zhao Qing.

This fortress hidden inside the mountain seems even more mysterious under the cover of night, but the interior is brightly lit. A unique round table conference room stands quietly, and its architectural style vaguely reveals the solemnity and grandeur of the Roman Pantheon.

The spherical dome spanning more than 40 meters is like an inverted sky. The soft light source cleverly designed on the top moves with time. A beam of light cone leisurely shuttles through the room, sometimes gently caressing the ground, and sometimes leisurely cruising between the walls, adding an unpredictable rhythm to this quiet space.

Eight groups of Corinthian columns are elegantly embedded in the walls. They are not only supports, but also a perfect fusion of art and space. The looming niche design behind them adds a sense of mystery that transcends the world, as if under the dome, the boundary between humans and gods becomes blurred and subtle.

The corridor leads visitors into this holy place. The lights along the way cleverly blend the charm of ancient window lattices with the transparency of modern glass curtain walls, exuding a soft yet solemn atmosphere.

The huge screens around show the ever-changing outside world in real time, while above the dome is a starry sky map carefully woven with micro-light fibers. The stars are dotted like a star, as if they can lead the mind to travel to the depths of the boundless universe.

The murals depicting knights and dragons, magic and miracles, complemented by the flashing data streams below, create an unprecedented visual shock.

The round table in the center was carved from an unknown hard wood, with tiny gemstones inlaid on the edges. It glowed charmingly under the soft light. It was said to be an ancient relic left over from the era of King Arthur, witnessing the gatherings and decisions of countless heroes.

Today, it has once again fulfilled its mission - at the call of Zhao Qing, it has become a place where all forces in the British mixed-race world come together to discuss major issues.

In fact, when they learned of the absolute military advantage she had demonstrated during this period, several organizations took the initiative to dispatch professionals to assist Zhao Qing in taking over the remaining assets of the Temple. At the same time, they actively communicated with the government, hoping to calm the accident down.

The British government, faced with this sudden change, quickly activated the emergency mechanism. Officials at all levels were like ants on a hot pan, running around, trying to control the storm caused by this unimaginable struggle to the smallest extent.

Officials at all levels refuted the rumors, announcing that a meteorite with a diameter of about 35 meters flew over the UK, disintegrated several times in the air, triggered continuous explosions, and caused abnormal weather. The media said it was a UFO incident, and the church promoted the idea that God had appeared and angels had come to the world.

For a time, the media followed suit and hyped the incident, and the public opinion field was extremely lively. After all, there were not many casualties, and the people, with half belief and half doubt, also showed a trend of returning to their previous peaceful life.

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As the clock hands slowly approached the scheduled meeting time, representatives from various forces entered the venue one after another. Some of them were cautious, while others were smiling. They each looked for familiar faces, trying to establish or consolidate relationships through small talk before the formal meeting began.

The first person to enter the venue was the new head of the Laurent family, Elizabeth, who was only 17 years old. She was wearing a well-tailored black dress, and her eyes showed both the sadness of losing her father and her tenacity and determination that should not be underestimated.

Led by the waiter, Elizabeth slowly walked to her seat at the round table. Along the way, many representatives cast sympathetic glances at her and whispered greetings.

"Miss Elizabeth, you are truly young and promising. You have inherited your father's wisdom and courage."

A middle-aged man in a suit and tie walked towards her with a smile. He was Jason Hopkins, the vice president of Westminster Bank. He spoke first, "I heard that the Laurent family's new discovery in the Vaca Muerta oil field in Argentina has shocked the entire industry."

Elizabeth smiled slightly, modest but confident: "Thank you for the compliment. The glory of our family is the result of the joint efforts of our ancestors. I am just inheriting their legacy and moving forward. In the future, I will still need the support and help of all the predecessors."

Not far away, Sir Snowdon walked in slowly with several of his confidants. Their steps were steady and powerful, revealing the rigor and discipline of a soldier. After a brief greeting with several old faces present, Sir Snowdon sat down at the round table, his eyes deep, as if thinking about something.

"I heard that you were extremely brave in the Falkland Islands landing battle, and the tactics you planned are still a classic case in the military academy."

A middle-aged gentleman broke the silence in this place, speaking with a bit of respect, obviously admiring the military achievements of the Snowdon family.

Sir Snowdon smiled slightly, with a hint of pride in his eyes: "That's all in the past. Now I am more contributing to the security of the country behind the scenes. It was thanks to Miss Zhao Qing's thundering methods that we were able to avoid the invasion of the Temple during the recent turmoil."

"I heard that the Spencer family has made new breakthroughs in the field of anti-aging. This is really enviable and is simply good news for us old people!" Another representative took over the topic and greeted the old lady of the Spencer family and her two sons who came together.

"No, no, these are just small achievements." The old lady nodded gracefully, and her eldest son beside her added: "We have recently developed a new anti-wrinkle technology, which is not only effective, but also safer and more natural. I believe it will soon benefit more people."

"That's great. The Spencer family's contribution to the medical field is obvious to all. This breakthrough will undoubtedly lead the industry trend." The vice president of Westminster Bank interjected at the right time, and his every move revealed the calmness and confidence of a financial tycoon.

He changed the subject and mentioned the latest achievements in his field: "We have recently achieved great success in our investment in the industrialization of nanomaterials. Westminster's vision is always ahead of the times and contributes to the economic prosperity of the European hybrid world."

With a slight sound of footsteps, Aiden George of the St. George family slowly walked into the venue, holding an oak stick, and his steps were steady and powerful. As a senior member of the secret party who was over 100 years old, his arrival made everyone present feel an inexplicable pressure.

"Mr. Aiden, you are still as charming as ever." Sir Snowdon stepped forward to greet him: "The government was able to quickly stabilize the situation and quell the chaos during this emergency, which is probably inseparable from the secret efforts of the St. George family..."

Aiden George smiled slightly, his eyes deep: "Time is unforgiving, but faith lasts forever. We, the St. George family, always guard the peace and order of this land."

The members of the Golden Dawn Hermitage, dressed in specially made robes and wearing mysterious symbols, gathered together and discussed in low voices the mysteries of black magic and alchemy, and did not seem to be very interested in the upcoming negotiations.

Masked emissaries of the Church of Thelema moved among the crowd, distributing pamphlets of their doctrines and occasionally whispering with interested guests, sharing the mysteries of the universe, mystery, and philosophy.

In another corner of the conference hall, there sat a young girl who gave the impression of having extremely long legs at first glance. Her entire face was covered by a golden veil, leaving only a pair of graceful eyes exposed. Her hair was tied up high with a bright red rope.

This person is naturally Jiude Mai who came here in hiding. He took the title of executive director of the US-European Joint Education Promotion Foundation in the UK. He obtained a place to participate in the meeting through various means and was ready to complete the goal of cooperation required by his boss.

"Chips, Angers is not here. He must have flown to Germany because there are some important matters that need to be resolved." While observing the current situation in the conference hall, the mutual exchanges and close distances between the various forces, she reported the situation to Su Enxi.

In this seemingly harmonious atmosphere, undercurrents are quietly surging, hiding the subtle contest and interest game between various forces.

For example, Antonio Rodriguez, president of the UK branch of Scientology, quietly approached Aiden George and whispered a compliment: "Mr. Aiden, you are a veteran here. In terms of seniority and prestige, no one can match you."

His eyes flickered as he said, "You see, although Ms. Zhao Qing is extremely powerful, she is a newcomer after all, and she may need time to familiarize herself with the complex situation in the British mixed-blood community. I think that if you can lead the next meeting, you will be able to better safeguard the interests of all parties."

Aiden George frowned when he heard this. He knew that the Scientology branch president's words were not aimless and there might be a deeper intention behind them. However, he did not respond directly, but just shook his head slightly, indicating that he did not want to be involved in such a dispute.

At this moment, the entrance of the venue seemed to be gently brushed by an invisible force, the lights gradually dimmed in a subtle and solemn rhythm, and the dynamic image of the bright starry sky above the dome also slowly stopped, as if time had stopped at this moment specifically for Zhao Qing's arrival.

"Thank you all for taking the time out of your busy schedules to attend this meeting." In a flash that no one could tell, a young girl in green suddenly appeared at the main seat in the meeting room, as if she had always been there and had just lifted her invisibility.

Zhao Qing glanced at the hundreds of attendees who were able to influence the situation in the UK, smiled slightly, and said lightly: "I know that everyone here is a leader in the British mixed-blood world, each with a glorious past and strength that cannot be underestimated."

"Tonight, we gather together not only to solve the mess left by the Temple, but also for the future of the half-blood world and the relationship between us and ordinary people."

She changed the subject and went straight to the point: "First, we must properly deal with the remaining forces of the Temple in Scotland, Ireland and other places. These remaining forces are like scattered fires. If they are not controlled, they are likely to reignite and cause greater chaos."

"I suggest that we set up a special operations team and use our respective advantageous resources, including but not limited to advanced scientific and technological means, intelligence networks, and diplomatic channels, to investigate and eliminate these forces one by one to ensure that they no longer pose a threat to the mixed-blood world or even ordinary people."

As soon as these words came out, they were immediately approved by Lady Elizabeth. She stood up and said with a smile: "Ms. Zhao Qing's proposal is very pertinent. On behalf of the Laurent family, I am willing to provide the necessary support and assistance for this action...providing funds of 5 million to 15 billion pounds."

Sir Snowdon took out his phone and operated it for a while. He looked up and glanced at the expressions of the crowd. Then he spoke in a steady and powerful voice: "After the internal discussion of the family, I have planned to send elite troops to cooperate with the special operations team to ensure the smooth completion of the clearing mission."

"...Very good!" Zhao Qing nodded and added: "In order to ensure the safety and efficiency of the special operations team when performing their missions, I will set up an emergency support system that uses the latest communication and positioning technology to achieve instant response and resource deployment."

"At the same time, we will establish an intelligence sharing platform to make the information flow between families and forces smoother, reduce misunderstandings and conflicts, and work together for peace and stability in the mixed-blood world."

Then, Zhao Qing changed the subject and proposed another bold idea: "In addition to cleaning up the remaining forces, we should also face up to the technology and resources controlled by the Temple. Whether it is biotechnology, information engineering or energy development, they all have immeasurable value to the hybrid world and even the entire human society."

"I propose that we consider sharing some of the Temple's technological achievements under the premise of following certain principles and norms, so as to promote the scientific and technological progress and development of the entire society." Although her original intention was to transform the major forces into downstream "OEM factories", the so-called "partial" sharing was just a face-saving way to make it look good. Those who really understand the power of force can actually understand and cooperate;
However, the powerful technical strength revealed by the Temple in the recent battle intelligence is still far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, so as soon as this statement was made, it immediately aroused heated discussion among the participants.

Mr. Jason, the deputy governor, said directly: "On behalf of Westminster Abbey, I am willing to provide huge financial support for this plan. Technology is an important force in promoting social progress. We believe that investing in the future of the hybrid world is investing in our common future."

Mrs. Spencer shook her head and said, "Although this proposal is good, technology sharing involves many complex issues. How can we ensure fairness and efficiency and avoid new disputes and conflicts?" Her question was direct and sharp, going straight to the heart of the matter.

Old Madam Spencer stroked the cane in her hand, her eyes revealing a bit of depth and worry, and she spoke slowly, with a voice full of majesty and delicate thinking that could not be ignored: "Ms. Zhao Qing, your foresight is admirable, but please allow me to raise a few more practical considerations."

"Indeed, the advanced technology in the hands of the Temple is like a treasure, which is an irresistible temptation for any force. However, we must be aware that behind these technologies, there are often huge conflicts of power and interests."

"First, regarding technology sharing, I am worried that once the Temple's technology is widely disseminated, our traditional industry advantages may be impacted unprecedentedly. For example, our Spencer family has been deeply involved in the fields of medicine and life sciences for many years. If the Temple's biotechnology is easily acquired and surpassed, it will not only be a denial of the hard work of several generations of our family, but it may also trigger a reshuffle of the entire industry, putting us in a passive situation."

"Furthermore, how can we ensure fairness and transparency in this complex and ever-changing process? The Temple's technologies are mostly developed in secret, and their true value and scope of application may be far from what is apparent. Without an effective regulatory mechanism, technology monopoly and abuse are likely to occur, ultimately leading to uneven resource distribution and exacerbating social divisions. Such a result is obviously contrary to our original intention of pursuing peaceful coexistence."

"In addition, I am also worried about whether the decision-making process of technology sharing is truly democratic and fair. Everyone here represents different interest groups. Can our voices be heard equally? Especially after Miss Zhao Qing proposed this motion, if the decision-making power is too concentrated, will it lead to an imbalance of power among families, allowing certain forces to gradually gain the upper hand, such as... the force you belong to, Miss Zhao Qing."

When old lady Spencer said this, her eyes slightly turned towards Zhao Qing, with both scrutiny and expectation in them.

“I am not questioning Ms. Zhao Qing’s sincerity and ability, but I am raising these issues that must be addressed based on our common responsibility and future. What we need is not just a grand vision, but also a detailed, feasible implementation plan that takes into account the interests of all parties.”

"Only in this way can we ensure that technology sharing becomes a powerful driving force for the progress of the hybrid world and even human society, rather than a fuse that triggers a new round of disputes."

Her words were like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of every participant, turning the originally warm atmosphere into a solemn one in an instant, causing people to ponder the gains and losses of their own forces under this decision.

While everyone was thinking, the president of the British branch of Scientology showed a malicious smile, stood up quickly, and stood up straight, like a cheetah ready to launch an attack on the battlefield of words.

"Dear friends," he said in a loud and magnetic voice, each word like a carefully sharpened sword pointed directly at Zhao Qing, "I am Antonio Rodriguez, the guardian of Scientology in this land."

"But please allow me, from the perspective of an observer, to raise a few questions that may not be so pleasant but are crucial, while praising Ms. Zhao Qing's extraordinary achievements." Antonio deliberately paused, his eyes slowly sweeping across the conference hall, as if looking for a spark of resonance.

"Madam, you have indeed won the respect and admiration of many people with your extraordinary wisdom and courage. But please allow me to be frank. You are not a British person who was born and raised here. Then, what qualifications do you have, or what reasons do you have, to interfere in the affairs of our British mixed-race community?"

Antonio's words were like a stone that caused a thousand ripples, and the atmosphere in the conference hall suddenly became subtle.

Seeing the doubtful looks on everyone's faces, he curled up a smug smile and continued to intensify his offensive.

"Furthermore, regarding the issue of the Temple Society, the version we heard seems to be different from what you described. Some people say that all this is just a drama carefully planned by you in order to gain a foothold in this land."

"Is the Temple truly innocent of sin, or are you deliberately exaggerating their evil deeds in order to establish your own authority? How many of us can truly see the truth, and how many are simply deceived by your words?"

At this point, Antonio Rodriguez began his performance, gently waving his hands as if performing an invisible ritual, but in fact, he was quietly performing the secret hypnosis method of Scientology, coordinating with his own words and spirits to influence the psychology of those around him.

As Antonio's gestures changed, the light in the conference hall seemed to become soft and blurry. Some weak-willed participants began to feel dazed, as if they were pulled by some force and involuntarily followed his thoughts.

"We can't ignore one fact," Antonio's voice became deeper and more powerful. "In history, there are countless examples of foreign forces using the name of 'help' to carry out 'plunder'. Many of the friends present may have experienced this personally."

"Ms. Zhao Qing, the technology sharing concept you proposed is certainly desirable, but who can guarantee that it will not become a shackle that binds us in the future? Does your arrival represent the rise of another dark force that is far more powerful than Solomon's Temple?"

His words were like a sharp blade, cutting through the air in the conference hall, making the already tense atmosphere even more solemn.

Antonio seemed to enjoy the feeling of being in control of the overall situation. His eyes flashed with confidence and enthusiasm, as if he had already seen the chain reaction caused by his words.

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Antonio, the troublemaker, was like a self-righteous clown, showing off his self-righteous cunning and trickery in front of Zhao Qing. However, in Zhao Qing's eyes, all this was nothing but a candle in the wind, which would be blown away by the slightest breeze.

She did not respond directly to Antonio's provocation, but just smiled and took it indifferently, as if she had transcended the chaos in front of her and focused her attention on a more distant and profound place.

Just as everyone was holding their breath, thinking that a fierce verbal battle was about to break out, a distant and solemn bell sound suddenly came from afar, seeming to cross the boundaries of time and space, penetrate the noisy conference hall, and reach the depths of everyone's heart.

Antonio's expression suddenly changed at this moment. He looked up at the dome above as if in response to a stress. He saw dozens of giant golden eyes slowly opening in the void. They crossed the boundary between matter and spirit, and looked down at him coldly in an otherworldly manner.

This sudden illusion made Antonio feel unprecedented fear and panic. His secrets seemed to be revealed by these giant eyes one by one, leaving him nowhere to hide. At that moment, all his disguises and calculations turned into bubbles, and he couldn't help but blurt out:

"I... I was sent by Mnemosyne, the elder of the Medical Association... My purpose is to create division..." Antonio's voice trembled. He could no longer maintain his previous arrogance and was forced to reveal his true identity and purpose.

This sudden reversal shocked everyone present. They had never imagined that the usually sanctimonious president of the UK branch of Scientology would actually be a pawn infiltrated by outside forces.

"President Antonio, your impromptu speech was indeed brilliant, but unfortunately, you forgot to clear out the plan you left in the online document." Zhao Qing looked coldly at the guy whose spirit was instantly crushed by the pressure of the dragon knights and who gradually collapsed to the ground, adding several more strong evidences to this.

As she spoke, she lightly tapped the smart tablet in her hand, and paragraphs of text immediately appeared on the circular screen in the conference hall. Ninety percent of them were exactly the same as Antonio's previous misleading words, and there were also a lot of annotations on the side for mental manipulation of the participants.

At the end of this document, there was a Swiss bank account and a complex password. Zhao Qing logged into this anonymous account in front of everyone and quickly found the transfer record of the newly added $2500 million in "sponsorship fees".

"I think you know better than anyone where this money comes from."

She gave Antonio one last glance and announced, "Scientology is a cult corrupted by money and power. It has become a tool in the hands of certain dark forces. I, Zhao Qing, will never allow such an organization to continue to harm the world."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was another uproar in the conference hall.

People started talking about it and were shocked by Zhao Qing's decisiveness and determination. Although Scientology had a bad reputation, no technical reserves, and was not looked down upon by major forces, it claimed to have millions of believers after all, and had recruited a large number of wild hybrids within the organization. It would not be easy to eliminate them.

Zhao Qing did not stop there. She continued, "In addition to several people from Scientology, I have also discovered more than a dozen other undercover agents hidden in various forces. They have been lurking for a long time, trying to create chaos and division among us."

"But please rest assured, I have already found them one by one, and will take appropriate measures to deal with them. Relevant information, including detailed evidence of their collusion with others, is currently being published on my newly established 'Diversified Supernatural Mutual Assistance Exchange Official Website'."

"Finally, please allow me to reiterate that although I have zero tolerance for evil, I do not intend to interfere too much in the affairs of the British mixed-race community. I am well aware that each region and each race has its own unique culture and traditions. We should respect each other and make progress together."

“My goal is to reach the remote and mysterious polar regions, where the deep secrets of dragon civilization are hidden, and where they hold the key to unlocking many mysteries of our world. I will lead my team to explore that unexplored territory, in search of knowledge and power that can advance human society.”

“As for those dark forces that are full of ambitions and threaten world peace and stability,” Zhao Qing’s eyes suddenly became fierce, “whether they are the remnants of the Temple or any other lurking enemies, I will settle accounts with them one by one, without mercy!”

As soon as she finished speaking, thunderous applause broke out in the venue. This applause was not only an affirmation and praise for her, but also a common declaration of hope and confidence in the future. People came forward to shake hands with Zhao Qing and express their respect and gratitude to her.

The roundtable meeting ended with Zhao Qing's impassioned speech, but her actions had just begun.

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Drastic transition, slightly watery