With all due respect, electric propulsion is rubbish.

"This... This is impossible!"

William Blair's face was deathly pale, and the veins on the back of his hands, which were gripping the document, stood out!

The next moment, he suddenly raised his head, looked at the man in front of him who had brought the document, and shouted harshly with a somewhat ferocious expression, "Quick! Prepare the car!"

"Prepare the car?" A hint of doubt flashed in the man's eyes, and he subconsciously asked, "Where to?"

"The White House!"

William Blair reached out to grab the coat beside him and yanked open the office door, "I want to see the gate of the White House within ten minutes!"

...

At the White House in the United States.

William Blair tightly held the A4 paper with the intelligence in his hand and rushed towards the President's Office in a hurry.

And then...

As expected, he was stopped by two tall bodyguards.

"Let me through! I have very important intelligence to report to the President!"

As he spoke, William waved the document in his hand.

"Sorry, sir. This is Mr. Albert's nap time!" The bodyguard said expressionlessly.

William Blair's eyes widened in disbelief, and he was even angered to the point of laughing!

"WTF?!"

"Do you know who I am?"

"You are the Director of the Central Intelligence Agency of the United States, sir." The bodyguard continued indifferently, "But I still can't let you through. Mr. Albert specifically told us that no one should disturb his nap.

Sir, please be considerate of us. If we let you through, we'll lose our jobs." The other bodyguard added.

"嗤..." William Blair sneered and gave the two bodyguards in front of him a meaningful look, "Fine, I hope you two remember this incident today!"

"Tell me, how much longer is the President's nap time?"

"...Five minutes. You can wait in the waiting area over there." The bodyguard obviously didn't take William's threat seriously and casually pointed to the chairs in the corridor aside.

Five minutes later.

As an alarm sounded from the President's Office beside them, the two bodyguards gently reminded, "Director William, the President's nap time is over. You can go in now."

William Blair let out a deep sigh, stood up from the chair, and quickly walked towards the office door.

...

"Knock, knock, knock!"

William adjusted his mood and gently knocked on the door of the President's Office.

"Who is it?"

Just as William was about to reply, Albert's voice sounded again, "Forget it, whoever it is, come in!"

William: "..."

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he pushed open the office door.

"William Blair?" Albert rubbed his sleepy eyes, stretched, and muttered in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

Looking at the half - asleep President in front of him, the corners of William Blair's eyes twitched violently.

His expression was solemn as he said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency, the President, the intelligence personnel in China have sent an important piece of intelligence..."

Before he could finish, Albert raised his hand to interrupt William Blair's words.

The next moment, Albert reached out and pressed a red button on the table.

Just as William Blair was wondering, the office door behind him suddenly opened.

A secretary in an OL outfit walked into the office with a cup of brown drink.

Albert's eyes lingered on the secretary's legs in black stockings for a few seconds.

Then, he reached out to take the glass from the female secretary, nodded slightly to William, and said, "Coke. Would you like a glass?"

"Oh, what were you saying just now?"

William: "..."

To be honest, he had never been so speechless in his life.

Although he had long heard that this President was unreliable, he didn't expect him to be so... absurd!

Suddenly, he gave up the idea of "telling on" the President. After all, judging from the situation, it was estimated that the two bodyguards wouldn't be punished for this.

He took a deep breath to calm the agitated emotions in his heart.

Then, he said through gritted teeth, "Your Excellency, the President, the intelligence personnel in China have sent important intelligence!"

Hearing that it was news from China, Albert's expression gradually became more solemn.

He picked up the glass, took a sip of ice - cold Coke, and asked in a low voice, "What intelligence?"

"China has mastered the miniaturization technology of controlled nuclear fusion!"

"Pfft... Cough, cough!!" President Albert coughed while grabbing a tissue from the side, frantically wiping the Coke stains on the desk.

"What did you say?! Miniaturization technology of controlled nuclear fusion?

How is this possible?! Is the news reliable?"

William Blair shrugged, "Of course it's reliable. The Chinese official has already admitted it."

President Albert's face instantly turned ugly.

Damn it...

He had just spent a large amount of money to buy the full set of controlled nuclear fusion technology!

As a result, he had just bought an obsolete product of others?!

It had always been the United States that reaped the benefits from other countries!

Albert never expected that during his tenure, the United States would be severely reaped by China thousands of miles away!

"Councilor Li..." Albert muttered with a gloomy expression.

William reached out to hand the document to Albert, "In addition, the intelligence personnel obtained a piece of information.

China is developing an electric propulsion system and has cancelled the research project of the Long March 10 heavy - lift carrier rocket.

In my opinion, this is what we should pay attention to."

Albert was slightly taken aback.

"Electric propulsion system?"

"What the hell is that?"

A hint of doubt flashed deep in William Blair's eyes, and he said uncertainly, "It should be a new type of propulsion method. I suspect it's related to China's abnormal actions recently.

For the specific situation, I think you should ask our NASA director."

Albert frowned, then picked up the black landline on the table, "Ask Director Morton to come and see me!"

"Oh, and Anthony. Ask him to come too."

...

Half an hour later.

A short, slightly balding man looked nervously at Albert in front of him, "Your Excellency, the President, you wanted to see me?"

"Morton, do you know about the electric propulsion system?"

Looking at the slightly balding NASA director in front of him, Albert said with a frown, "The intelligence personnel sent information that China has been researching the electric propulsion system recently and has cancelled the original research project of the Long March 10 carrier rocket."

Morton was stunned and asked in disbelief, "Electric propulsion system?

Your Excellency, are you sure it's the electric propulsion system?"

Albert's frown deepened, "Of course, I'm sure!"

Morton sneered, and the nervous look on his face disappeared.

He shrugged casually and said resentfully, "Your Excellency, the President, with all due respect, the electric propulsion system is rubbish.

Let China research it. I don't think they can achieve anything with it!"