Convention - Ch. 11 Fate
2057, six years had passed since the Icelandic tragedy.
The public seems to have forgotten about this case, which still seems to have many doubts, although alarmist and conspiracy theories still pop up occasionally on the Internet, the matter has been settled, and the Coalition Government finally shifted all the responsibility for the accident to the head of the security section, Zwingli.
In court, the Zwingli cursed the supervisory committee as a group of villains and garbage. The Zwingli family was subsequently imprisoned and, not surprisingly, all died in prison. Perhaps foreseeing what the committee would do, the Zwingli hastened to send the family’s only son, the young Zwingli, to some remote country before the storm, and the truth of the Icelandic tragedy seems to have sunk forever into the bottomless North Sea.
Now the public is only concerned about when the ‘giant ice age’ proposed by the previous executive of GST, Herman, will arrive.
The so-called two-century response time is merely wishful thinking on the part of the fitted model because all indications showed that the giant ice age is coming sooner than they thought. After the Icelandic tragedy, Herman’s ‘Thought Community’ plan was also put on hold as all of humanity anxiously awaited a decision from the new CEO.
But to the delight of the people, GST’s stock price returned to its pre-accident state and was very stable in just six years, and the various infrastructure projects and social benefits that GST had invested in were all resumed after a brief hiatus. To many economists, GST’s resurrection was nothing short of a miracle, if not somewhat perverse. Many felt that it was completely inconsistent with the laws of the market that a high-tech company that had lost more than ninety percent of its backbone members, even with the support of the Coalition Government, could actually return to its original position within two years.
Therefore these scholars focused more on one point when they studied the GST reconstruction.
GTS’s new CEO — Mo ShiXin.
“Thank you, Professor, I’ll go down first.”
After listening to the employee’s report, Mo ShiXin ended with these words as usual.
In fact, when the employees were presenting their reports, she already knew what the employees were going to say and whole picture of the matter, but she chose to patiently let the employees finish what they had to say. This does not affect the efficiency of her thinking but also boosts the employees’ self-confidence.
A leader who listens well and takes suggestions is clearly better than a self-righteous autocrat. In this respect, she has done a better job than Herman. After all, the GST reorganization is only six years old, and it is necessary for a young leader like her to enlist people’s support.
In the process of rebuilding GST, she promoted a large number of base employees who were not originally valued by the top management of GST, and among these people, there were some very capable people who had professionalism and unconventional thinking, and could be used. Prior to this, almost all of GST’s executive positions were monopolized by the nepotism and pedigree woven by the Dunkeld family. Therefore, in the eyes of these base employees, Mo ShiXin was like an extremely affectionate leader, whom they affectionately addressed as Professor, rather than the cold ‘President’ or ‘Mrs. Mo’.
Mo ShiXin turned her work chair and looked down at the outside scenery from a high altitude through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It is said that standing at the top of the eight-hundred-meter Dubai Tower and looking down can give one a sense of expansion as if they were God, and Mo ShiXin’s office is at the highest point of GST headquarters, a full fifteen hundred meters above the ground.
At that moment, someone quietly approached Mo ShiXin from behind, gingerly, without making a sound, as if a ghostly intruder had appeared out of thin air.
The visitor quietly walked to a place only a step away from Mo ShiXin and extended her hand to her ……
Mo ShiXin gently called out the name of the woman standing behind her, and the woman gently put her hand on Mo ShiXin’s shoulder.
The woman’s name was Wakatsuki Uraki, of a mixed descendant of Japanese and Russian origin, and was Mo ShiXin’s personal bodyguard, formerly affiliated with the Coalition Government’s security department.
Although she is only 16 years old, she is 180 centimeters tall and has a sense of maturity that does not match her age. With her flowing blonde hair and mature body, dominating Russian military trench coat with tight underwear and pants on the outside, she attracts everyone’s attention wherever she goes. Mo ShiXin likes this personal bodyguard very much in her heart. In her opinion, Wakatsuki’’s high-profile temperament will not affect the company’s atmosphere and will instead make the employees have extra respect for her.
“Didn’t I tell you? Knock before you come in.” Said Mo ShiXin, patted Wakatsuki’s hand, and then smoothly took it off her shoulder.
“I forgot …… Professor.” Wakatsuki replied in a slightly sappy tone.
Mo ShiXin said, turning the chair back.
In fact, Wakatsuki had entered her office in such an unpredictable manner more than three times. She rarely gave a person too many chances, but the young girl in front of her seemed like she had that value.
“Have you brought the report? I’m going out today, so you can get ready later.”
Saying that, Wakatsuki respectfully handed the report in her hand to Mo ShiXin.
Wakatsuki was not only Mo ShiXin’s bodyguard, but also usually acted as Mo ShiXin’s secretary, so she would occasionally be responsible for some chores like picking up reports.
This is a report of GST’s investment in public welfare. Although these investments are nominally GST’s projects, they are made with the Coalition Government’s funds, after all, the Coalition Government has promised to support GST’s reconstruction regardless of the cost. In fact, the Coalition Government knew full well that Mo ShiXin was using their money to put gold on their face, but in just one year, the position of GST and the Coalition Government had been completely reversed.
Initially, the Coalition Government controlled most of the shares of GST, and even the mining industry that GST had been using to blackmail the Coalition Government was also taken back by the Coalition Government by trickery, while the quality and yield of the downstream veins that Herman had kept before were not as good as they should be.
Mo ShiXin’s own attitude towards the mining of ice was simply disgusted because it is simply a fraud created by the GST for its own survival. But in order to be able to sit firmly in this position, she also had to choose to compromise.
Now that I think about it, Lanna and Herman may also be such people, they initially also want to become the people they want to be, but they couldn’t hold themselves back, they do not accept the reality, and then become the people they hate the most. Lanna said a lot, people can not change the environment, they can only change themselves.
To retrieve the mining rights of the upstream veins from the hands of the Coalition Government is like stealing from a tiger’s mouth, but it is not impossible. Mo ShiXin thought of a clever way, although she did not control the right to mineral ice mining. But as a technical authority supported by the Coalition Government, she can add many restrictions to the mineral ice itself.
In Hermann’s GST, mineral ice was just a natural fuel, like oil and natural gas, and although they had different models, they had no additional value. Mo ShiXin came up with an unprecedented idea of grading certain unimportant properties of mineral ice, and then advertising and packaging it like a diamond.
With Mo ShiXin’s encouragement, the downstream ore, which was originally inferior mineral ice, was instantly transformed from an energy source to a luxury item. Ironically, the disadvantages of downstream ore, instead, became inverted into advantages.
For example, the downstream mine’s high combustion point and low combustion rate were considered environmentally friendly, and although this was tantamount to a disguised recognition of the relationship between mineral ice and the Orange Sky effect, it was the upstream mine under the control of the Coalition Government that was under pressure.
Since the natural disasters and climate change of the last century, people have been talking about environmental protection, perhaps because they are aware of the importance of environmental protection, which has become synonymous with fashion.
Therefore, the downstream mineral ice in the name of environmental protection meets the needs of people, and for a while the rich and powerful are proud to burn the downstream mineral ice at home with independent generators. Mo ShiXin also launched sculpted and shaped mineral ice, each of which looked like a work of art, with the complete set of generators, plus the joint launch with various luxury goods, making the world’s most rich people go crazy.
Taking this opportunity, Mo ShiXin met a large number of powerful people and established a close relationship with the wives of these people, they privately called each other sisters, the wives of these rich people praised Mo ShiXin and were willing to provide all the facilities Mo ShiXin needed. After all, who would reject such a ‘cute sister’ who is in a high position at a young age, who knows how to read people’s minds and is full of ambition? Even some of the top officials of the Coalition Government have tried every possible way to use the downstream mining ice, even going so far as to quietly sell out a few of the Coalition Government’s interests.
And when the Governor’s Committee reacted, everything was already too late, they no longer had the capital to confront Mo ShiXin. Mo ShiXin reorganized all the departments of GST, which also included the Astronomy Department.
Just a few months ago, Mo ShiXin even disclosed the existence of the fusion engine to the world, a seemingly jade and stone move, but Mo ShiXin reaped a lot of fame and wealth. The Coalition Government’s rights to mine ice were also turned into a scrap of paper due to the renewal of energy sources, while Mo ShiXin’s downstream mines were still consumed by a few upper classes. The Coalition Government had to return all kinds of power to Mo ShiXin under her scheme.
Once again, GST gained independence and was completely in Mo ShiXin’s hands.
Perhaps the need for beauty was suppressed for too long in her early years as a woman, Mo ShiXin quietly began to pursue luxury and high-end. On her wrist, she wore custom-made watches worth tens of millions of dollars, with dials covered with stars and galaxies, made from her childhood memories. She learned to drive, and after her busy workday she liked to take Wakatsuki out for a drive in her own convertible Bentley. During this time, she not surprisingly picked up a vice. At Wakatsuki’s instigation, Mo ShiXin tried her first cigar in life and couldn’t help herself after that.
She sometimes wondered if all people who got power and money would be like this. Standing in a high place, Mo ShiXin seemed to have some understanding of Herman’s style back then, and she occasionally felt a little ashamed, after all, although Herman acted like a businessman, his lifestyle was still maintained as that of a scholar.
“Is that all? How’s the little boy you brought back from Iceland? I heard he was very naughty?”
Mo ShiXin brought Wakatsuki’s statement and flipped through it twice, flinging it on the table.
“It’s just a lack of discipline, you can rest assured.”
“Don’t put him and Mo Xiao in the same class yett, observe for a while longer, some wolf cubs, can’t be raised well.”
After the words, she turned around again to look out at the city that was still under construction under her feet.
Wakatsuki was silent for a while and suddenly pulled out a sharp saber from her hand and played with it, this was not the first time she had done this.
She felt that Mo ShiXin should have known that she was a spy sent by the Coalition Government in the name of bodyguard, so she wondered why Mo ShiXin was able to give her back so easily. The Coalition Government, which had been tricked by Mo ShiXin’s set, asked Wakatsuki to take Mo ShiXin out. Although Wakatsuki is quite appreciative and even a bit attached to this woman who is a few years older than she is……
“Hey, Wakatsuki, you’re Japanese right.”
Mo ShiXin up suddenly opened her mouth, Wakatsuki felt Mo ShiXin had undoubtedly sensed her thoughts, and so she did not withdraw the saber in her hand, even if Mo ShiXin now pressed the alarm, such a close distance, she also had the confidence to kill Mo ShiXin and then get away unharmed.
“Half Japanese, my mother is Russian.”
“Do you know the history of the Japanese warring states?”
“Know a little.”
Wakatsuki replied without changing her face.
“What about the Spring and Autumn Warring States of China?”
“I also know some.”
“Then do you know what is the biggest difference between the Spring and Autumn Warring States and the Warring States of Japan?”
“Hmm? I don’t know.”
“The biggest difference is the method of surviving.”
Mo ShiXin said, an inconspicuous smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.
“Spring and Autumn Warring States, people take the country as their home, to survive you have to protect your home, relying on their own ability, even if you know the right time to surrender to submit like Qi Wang Jian, in the end, you can only end up starving to death in other countries.”
“What about the Japanese warring states?”
“Stand in line.”
“Stand in line?”
“The home of the Japanese warring states is their own home, even if it is far from their homeland, just like the SanHe people who endured the humiliation of being re-founded elsewhere, and at the critical moment they chose the non-relative Toyotomi family rather than the Hosokawa family of the in-laws Akechi family, as long as the people are still at home, it does not matter under whose leadership this home is …… then , which kind of home do you think the Coalition Government is for you?”
Wakatsuki was silent for a second or two, muttered to herself, and then put away the knife.
“I don’t like this knife, don’t let me see it again.”
The corner of Mo ShiXin’s mouth gently lifted.
Saying that, she swiveled her office chair and stood up, tossing the papers in her hand casually and stretched her back.
“Let’s go, it’s time to go out.”
“Home.” Mo ShiXin smiled towards Wakatsuki.
Since they worked late last night, Mo ShiXin chose to rest on the passenger side, and the two of them arrived at a remote place. This place was not unfamiliar to Wakatsuki, back when she was first dispatched to Mo ShiXin to spy on ger, Mo ShiXin had often come here.
According to the information she received when she was dispatched to Mo ShiXin’s side, this was the ancestral home of the Mo family, but unlike the photos she saw in the information, this place was now decorated in a magnificent way, and the dilapidated appearance in the photos were simply two places.
Wakatsuki parked the car at the entrance, stepped out, and opened the door for Mo ShiXin.
“You can just wait outside.”
Mo ShiXin said, and then walked towards the mansion’s front door.
Wakatsuki answered and then sat inside the car, she saw a man come out of the mansion’s gate while she was parking the car. That man was Chen Yang who had a great relationship and connect with the Mo family. In the information Wakatsuki got, he was considered to be a close associate of Mo ShiXin. Due to her childhood training as a secret agent of the Coalition Government, Wakatsuki’s hearing was different from normal people, and she could hear the whispers of humans within two hundred meters.
“Uncle Chen, you’ve worked hard, go back and get some rest.”
“Ugh, see more of your father.”
“I will, sorry for the trouble.”
“Well, I’m fine, ShiXin you don’t go yet, Uncle Chen has a few words I wants to say to you ……”
“Uncle Chen, go ahead, anything you need me to do?”
“Alas, ShiXin ah, sometimes I also think, children grow up, it is normal to think differently from their parents, but I ……”
“What? What’s wrong with you today, why are you stammering, this is not like you ah Uncle Chen.”
“I heard that Astronomy Department has received something extraordinary, why don’t you tell me about it, you are still young, some small things in life Uncle Chen don’t bother with you, but some big things you have to discuss with me. And ah, the rumors outside said you build a tomb for your father in New Milan
“Astronomy Department did make some discoveries, but not to the extent of making them public within the group. As for my father’s matter, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it, my father worked his whole life for the group and dedicated his whole life’s passion to the group’s cause, it’s only right to raise the funeral specifications a bit.”
“ShiXin, you …… even Herman doesn’t dare to ……”
“I’ll go in first, Uncle Chen make yourself comfortable.” Mo ShiXin pushed Chen Yang away and walked into the house without looking back.
Chen Yang froze and stared at Mo ShiXin for a while, unable to say a word, while Wakatsuki in the car heard all this, she was also thinking about something.
Death is not the misfortune of the dead, but the misfortune of the living.
Once upon a time, the Greek sage Epicurus said so.
Indeed, when you think about it, when a person dies, the first to grieve is not the person himself, but the people around him. The Buddha listed death as one of the seven hardships and eight sufferings, and people often consider it the most difficult one to overcome and endure.
Conversely, then, the blessing of birth is not necessarily the baby’s, but that of its relatives.
Happiness and misfortune alternate, just as life and death are entangled with each other, just like the raindrops falling from a clear sky.
One does not know whether to smile at the bright sunshine or to show sadness at the falling raindrops.
The words ‘state funeral’ may be very unfamiliar to those who live in this era.
A hundred years before the sea level rose, this top-level ceremony represented honor, virtue, steadfastness of duty, and love for the homeland. But now, in an age where there is little land and some virtue is lacking, the words sounds unattractive.
Even in the eyes of some ‘progressive-minded’ people, it is a culprit that hinders world integration, a narrow-minded ‘nationalist’ and a bad habit that should be swept away. In any case, the words ‘state funeral’ has not been in the limelight since the formation of the Coalition Government.
A vast fortification has been going on for more than a month now near the White Mound adjacent to New Milan, where GST engineers and construction drones have been working tirelessly.
At first, it was speculated that GST was building a new office building, and they saw boxes and boxes of good wood, marble, and rare minerals being brought in, and transport planes rushing to unload them as if they were bombers. All the staff worked with great vigor, and their hard work and energy even made the breathless routine of the New Milan seem lazy. Gradually after two weeks, what GST was building took a slight shape, but it was still impossible to see what kind of building it was.
Soon, the engineers seemed to have finished their work and left in a plane. But to the surprise of the people, the plane sent another group of artists, these people dressed in fancy clothes and behaving in an eccentric and eccentric way to take over the work of the engineers.
People did not initially know from the silent and busy engineers what they were building, but a certain artist inadvertently leaked out.
They were building a mausoleum.
The previous engineers were just building the foundation, while the artists were doing the next step.
Now people understand why GST came to build the project in a place like White Mound. Since ancient times, the emperors of the East have chosen deep forests, majestic mountains, or magnificent rivers to become their resting places.
The White Mound …… used to be called Mont Blanc, the highest mountain in the Alps. After the world level rose, it could no longer be called a peak, but a mound, and because it is one of the few places where snow can remain high up, people simply called it the White Mound, and a mountain ravine in the past became a river, and the cemetery of Mo HeSheng was built here.
The White Mound is not far from New Milan, only separated by a flooded Turin, but in New Milan, where land area is scarce, the Coalition Government did not bother with the White Mound, preferring to build buildings higher and higher, preferring to dig the subway down, even to the core of the earth, rather than to touch the White Mound.
Because it is too much trouble to build something in the White Mound, for one thing, the climate here is not considered suitable, and for another, the terrain is so bad that even if something is built, maintenance will definitely cost more resources, so in the Coalition Government’s urban planning, the White Mound can only be considered a scenic spot. And the reason Mo ShiXin chose this place is that she wants the Coalition Government and GST Group to look up to her father forever, they owe him too much.
People do not know what kind of deal Mo ShiXin made with the Coalition Government, GST is building a big construction in White Mound, giving them a feeling that GST …… no, it is Mo ShiXin has taken control of the Coalition Government. Not to mention that what is built here is a mausoleum, a very private building.
And there is a quiet voice in the outside world that this young woman has taken power over the world.
The old man was lying on his death bed.
He was breathing heavily, his face was purple from the disease, but his face had none of the emotions that a dying man should have, like relief, resignation, or fear, sadness — none of it, his face had only a focus.
The old man’s tumor had spread all over his body. Usually, for such a patient, doctors would tie him up and put him on a bed in the intensive care unit, inserting tubes all over his body and leaving him surrounded by dripping electronic sounds and instruments.
But this old man had nothing on his body, he wasn’t even strapped to the bed, he was simply moving on the bed by his own perseverance. Or maybe he was so focused that he forgot about the pain.
On the ceiling that he was facing, there was a huge and complex instrument. This instrument is an astronomical telescope fixed on the ceiling, using the most advanced technology of GST, to allow people to lie on the bed for observation without putting their eyes on the lens. And the principle of its lens movement, in addition to face recognition and iris capture, it is said that there is a technology about brain waves.
The old man was lying on the bed, faintly shaking his head.
This is the only part of him that can still move now that he is already very sick, and his iris reflects the dots of stars reflected from the lens.
Look, there are nebulae in a row.
There the Milky Way stretches on and on.
The milky white path of stars still shines.
The telescope’s lens kept zooming in and out, reminding him of every planet he had ever observed.
He was able to name each of the objects he saw, some even named by him, that one was Mo HeSheng 751, that one was Mo ShiXin 439, and that one, the most beautiful blue giant, named after his beloved 771.
It is said that when a person is dying, due to the stagnation of the body, the brain will instead speed up.
Mo HeSheng’s dry eyes were slightly moistened as he recalled too many things.
His whole life was inseparable from this sky, whether it was his goal or his dream.
His eyes finally rested on the Phoenix constellation.
There, the phoenix was no longer there, the spreading and expanding fog had completely covered the Phoenix constellation, like a huge egg shell, trapping the phoenix in it.
And he didn’t even know how this process actually happened, he didn’t even get to see the beautiful phoenix one last time before the fog completely covered it, and at that time he was imprisoned by Herman and couldn’t reach his telescope.
Seeing this, he still cried.
Legend has it that the phoenix will plunge into the flames when it is about to die, and then resurrect.
He preferred to believe that this great phoenix in the stars was just making preparations for resuurection, but he could no longer see it anyway.
When people reach a certain age, they are very clear about their own death, if not, how can they say that they know the fate of heaven.
As his tears slowly slid down from his eyes.
Mo ShiXin, who was sitting beside him, used a handkerchief to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.
This busy woman was so busy with her day-to-day business that every second of her time was compressed, but she still took a specific day off to be here for her father. Since it was her father who was with her on the first day of her life, she deserved to stay with him on the last day of his life.
During the time she spent with her father, Mo ShiXin did not eat or drink, and did not even take a nap. She just stared at her father in awe. She felt that her father probably didn’t notice her presence, that his mind was all invested in the telescope that was on the ceiling, and that he had always been like that.
Honestly, until today, she could probably understand her father’s purpose of forcing her to become a genius, a purpose that was not simply to see her daughter become a genius, and it was even a bit selfish.
But she couldn’t hate her father at all, probably because she was raised to be as selfish as he was, so she was able to understand him, and both father and daughter were willing to give everything for their ideals, and their own goals.
She wanted to say something to her father, but couldn’t open her mouth.
Her father’s illness was hopeless, and even with the incredibly advanced technology of GST, it would never be possible to cure him. The technology that sounded so magical, in the end, could not give cure at all, but merely keep people alive.
It is even more ironic that her father, who has always hated the smell of smoke and avoided cigarettes, would develop lung cancer. A non-smoker actually died of the same disease as a smoker, which made Mo ShiXin feel that there was no fairness in fate at all.
Although Mo ShiXin gave her father everything he wanted and needed after GST came to power, she never expected to neglect his health, if she could care about her father a little more ……
Mo ShiXin feels that she is considered an emotionally weak person, but at the moment she is trying to find ways to make her father happier.
“That, I have it with Tang Ren, a month ago, we would have the wedding whenever we have the chance.”
She doesn’t know if old man heard her or not, or simply could not move. He was still lying motionless on the bed.
Eyes gazing at the night sky behind the lens, vacantly watching over the place where his dreams had existed.
“I’ve had a checkup and it says it’s a girl.”
Mo ShiXin said, pulling his father’s hand over and placing it on her stomach, as if she wanted to build a bridge between the grandfather and grandchild, who were destined to be separated from each other, and establish the only connection for them.
“I think this child will definitely look like mother in the future …… No, maybe it will look like you.”
Mo ShiXin said and fell silent.
She suddenly blamed herself for her stupidity, saying these things were just adding to the poor old man’s regret.
Holding grandchildren was an important part of the traditional culture of their people, and she didn’t know what she was trying to do by putting the joy of heaven at her fingertips in front of her dying father.
Mo ShiXin wanted to leave a thought for her father, she wanted to let him go in peace.
“Dad, I will take good care of your granddaughter and make her as good as you are, I will teach her all the knowledge on Earth, I will teach her the memory palace ……”
She continued, talking with her father about her career, recalling her great achievements over the years, and she rebuilt her father’s hometown and named it Dyson Bay, a name he would have liked. Then she talked to her father about Lanna, and the end of Herman, and, of course, the recent major discovery of the Astronomy Department.
But Mo HeSheng did not respond at all, even when Mo ShiXin mentioned that she had picked up an unusual cosmic signal, he did not move a muscle.
Mo ShiXin cried, she knew her father was dying, and she took out a small, tightly wrapped box from the box beside her with some trembling.
The box was gently opened, from which floated a white mist brought about by the low temperature, and then passed away, just like the life of the old man in front of her.
Inside that was a syringe, and the medicine in the syringe emitted a weird fluorescent green color, like the color of the river Styx in people’s fantasies.
Mo ShiXin wiped her tears and took a deep breath, she had to come personally to see her father off for the last time, because this decision was made by her.
She gently lifted her father’s hand, which was already only skin and bones, and slowly pushed the medicine in the syringe into Mo HeSheng’s vein.
Mo HeSheng just lay there on the bed, still motionless, only the corners of his mouth twitched a few times as if he were smiling.
“You have already gone to that starry sky, right?” Mo ShiXin looked at her father and said indifferently.
In January 2057, the 54-year-old famous astronomer Mo HeSheng died in his own home, he did not leave a last word, let alone a suicide note, all the scientific research results were ordered to be destroyed by the previous executive of GST, Herman, the first half of his life was vigorous, but the second half of his life was twice as bleak, except for some false fame, nothing left, no one knows in the last moment of his life, his heart was thinking about who.
On the day of Mo HeSheng’s funeral, the Coalition Government and its subordinate departments and all members of the GST Group sent off for Mo HeSheng, and according to the schedule, his ashes were to be sent from the GST headquarters in Asia to the cemetery built in Europe.
Burial was gradually replaced by cremation before the world’s sea level rose, and in times of land scarcity like now, burial is even banned outright. And as a scientific researcher, Mo HeSheng also had a great disdain for burial.
But Mo ShiXin did not follow her father’s idea.
She preserved her father’s whole body and treated his remains with embalming of pharaonic specifications to ensure that his corpse would not decay. Then her father’s coffin was made of fine sandalwood plus plates worked in gold and silver.
On the day of Mo HeSheng’s funeral, the coffin was covered with three flags, from the bottom to the top were the flag of the Coalition Government, then the flag of the GST, and the last, and the top one, was a cloth painting with stars printed on it, a place Mo HeSheng had longed for all his life.
People stood by the roadside in droves, bowing their heads as they threw white flower petals at the long line of black Bentleys delivering the funeral, bowing slightly to the deceased as a sign of respect. the GST-controlled media made a big show of campaigning for it, the Coalition Government lowered its flags to half, and almost all the dignitaries who were in the news made public their condolences.
According to Mo Shixin’s request, everyone attending the funeral had to be dressed in white. White is the color of mourning in the traditional Eastern culture, and at Mo HeSheng’s funeral, it had other meanings than mourning. Because white is also the color of science, scientific workers always wear white coats, and this is the most appropriate for the funeral of a scientific worker.
The mausoleum at the White Mound was so grand that even GST employees who had heard rumors of the mausoleum long ago were alarmed when they stepped into the incredibly large building carrying the coffin.
It is really too luxurious, they looked up without thinking, only to see the star dome overhead bright, colorful, plus the perimeter lighting dim, as if in between the Milky Way, raising his head with the stars, hanging his head with the sun and moon.
Mo ShiXin hollowed out most of the mountain to build the tomb, and was not allowed to install any lighting. A huge and incredibly sophisticated astronomical projector was placed under the silver dome of the tomb in order to let her father always be with his dreams. And not even a single gram of mineral ice was used for such a massive project, because Mo ShiXin knew how much his father hated this fuel that would obscure the sky during his lifetime.
And after walking through the stunning starry sky, the mourners came to a maze of intricate rooms, the room was decorated with countless antiques from around the world, collectibles, but all the buildings or beautiful scenery praised by his father in his diary, Mo ShiXin took a part of it to this room.
Eventually, the mourners finally arrived at the main chamber exhausted.
The entire chamber was a computer-controlled greenhouse with plants transplanted from all over the world at all cost to Mo ShiXin, and it was these precious and beautiful plants that surrounded Mo HeSheng’s final home, an observatory-like pedestal.
The mourners opened the lid of the pedestal and carefully placed the coffin into it.
Under Mo ShiXin’s watchful eye, the lid of the pedestal slowly closed, leaving this man with an ill-fated life here, and his dreams and paradise.
Afterwards, Mo ShiXin intentionally revealed the cost of the funeral, as well as the preparations made for it and a variety of details to highlight the status and glory of the Mo family, and the media around the world were smart enough to report how grand and luxurious the funeral was. This luxury is beyond not only beyond the imagination of the general public, but also beyond the funeral specifications of any major figure in the GST and even the Coalition Government since its birth.
And the wonderful thing is, after this funeral, the Coalition Government seems to have entered a state of ‘loss of trust’, Mo ShiXin’s every move has seriously harmed the authority of the Coalition Government. Mo ShiXin was able to throw away uncountable amount of dollars for a funeral, while the Coalition Government was unable to do anything about it.
Nine months after Mo HeSheng’s burial, the Mo family welcomed a happy event when Mo ShiXin and Tang Ren’s baby was born.
It was in the maternity ward of GST’s corporate staff hospital, the place where several doctors had strangely disappeared, and Mo ShiXin gave birth to a baby girl in secret, accompanied by Wakatsuki.
But the weird thing is that the baby girl was born with sparse white hair. Mo ShiXin was surprised when she gave the child a thorough examination, and the results astonished her. The data shown on the birth report indicated that the baby girl’s IQ reached the standard of a 7-year-old child, which is simply an unearthly genius, and she also had unusual health, hardly getting sick and living as long as eternity if she would not die by any other means.
“Maybe this is the fate of God.” Mo ShiXin, who was recuperating in her hospital bed, said indifferently, recalling her vanishing birth report and looking at everything she was in charge of outside the house, she suddenly felt that she was supposed to be the Chosen One, and that the report that contained all her secrets must have said so.
“Let’s call it Mo You, take my last name, he won’t object.” Mo ShiXin said to Wakatsuki.
“Don’t you have to talk to Section Chief Tang?” Ruo Yue asked.
“No need.” Mo ShiXin said while gently stroking Mo You’s hair with her hand, her union with Tang Ren was originally very objective, she who had not lived an ordinary girl’s life certainly did not know what love was, even Mo ShiXin herself was not sure how much she really felt for Tang Ren.
“Mo You, Mo You, do not worry …… she looks so cute, I envy you so much.” Wakatsuki dragged her chin and quietly looked at the baby girl in front of her.
“Wakatsuki, help me up.” Mo ShiXin said, under the assistance of Wakatsuki, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the room, she looked at the building of GST in the distance and the scientific kingdom she ruled under her feet, for some reason, she had the elegance of stargazing.
Wakatsuki hurriedly went downstairs and got a telescope from the car, then sat side by side with Mo ShiXin, quietly admiring the wonderful night sky.
Mo ShiXin fixed her gaze on the constellation that haunted his father’s dreams — the phoenix that was hidden by clouds, now only showing a hazy, bloody outline, as if pregnant with life, growing slowly but firmly, one could not help but anticipate what a stunning sight it would reveal.
“It’s so beautiful there, too beautiful to be true.” Mo ShiXin murmured.
[TLN: Vol. 2 Roar End. Next Volume, Vol. 3 Hidden]