Nublar Island, International Genetic Company executive meeting.
In the center of the futuristic venue, a panoramic screen was scrolling through images.
Tigers larger than Panther tanks, ancient apes taller than a two-story building, mutated golden eagles faster than a Boeing airliner.
If any regular visitors to the Xihong Zoo were present, they would recognize these animals displayed on the screen.
As the images played, a blonde Caucasian in a white lab coat was making an introduction.
"After dispatching our specialists to investigate, we discovered that a large number of animals in the Xihong Zoo are suspected of undergoing secondary evolution."
"Yes, you heard correctly. Not mutation, nor the flawed products we've developed, but genuine evolution."
"Take this seemingly ordinary monkey, for example." As he spoke, the blonde man pointed to a seemingly ordinary monkey with a severed arm on the screen.
"Our personnel tested it and found its IQ has already surpassed 145, and it's still increasing. It's projected to reach human limits within another year."
"And this lion, whose original lifespan was only 25 years. Our analysis of its shed fur indicates it can now live for at least another 50 years."
As he spoke, the blonde man hosting the meeting became increasingly excited, even fervent.
In fact, he wasn't the only one feeling excited. Hundreds of top experts in genetics from around the world were present.
"Dr. Hammond, are you suggesting that Dragon Country has far surpassed us in the field of biological evolution?"
A Black expert suddenly raised his hand and asked.
Hearing his question, the blonde man adjusted his glasses and shook his head.
"Strictly speaking, it's not Dragon Country that has far surpassed us, but this zoo named Xihong."
As soon as he finished speaking, the screen switched again, replacing the animals with a sun-kissed, cheerful young man.
Along with his personal information.
[Name: Yang Lin]
[Gender: Male]
[Age: 28]
[Nationality: Dragon Country]
[Sexual Orientation: Unknown]
[Spouse: None]
[Alma Mater: Dragon Country Imperial Capital Film Academy]
[Favorite Foods: Luosifen, Hot Pot. Least Favorite Food: Celery]
...
If Yang Lin were to see this information himself, he would likely be shocked.
From his birth date to his family members.
From his personal preferences to his blood type and orientation.
From his dietary habits to his favorite websites.
From kindergarten enrollment to university graduation.
All the information was there, some even unknown to his parents, like the time he altered his test scores in elementary school.
"This man is the director of the Xihong Zoo. We suspect that the evolution of the animals in this zoo is related to him."
"We currently have two hypotheses. One is that he himself is a new human who has undergone a peculiar evolution."
"The other is that he has had contact with extraterrestrial civilization and reached some kind of agreement with them."
Upon hearing Dr. Hammond's words, a wave of murmurs swept through the attendees.
They had assumed that the animals' evolution was a product of Dragon Country's scientific community, never expecting that it was all orchestrated by an seemingly ordinary young man.
"Dr. Hammond, are you joking? He looks only in his twenties, and the technology he personally controls is more advanced than all of us combined?"
"Yes, it's incredible. Could he be a pioneer sent by God to guide humanity into a new era of evolution?"
"If this young man truly possesses such technology, then I truly wish to meet him immediately."
"Quickly find a way to invite him here."
Suddenly, the influential figures in the room expressed strong interest in Yang Lin, the young man from Dragon Country.
Seeing the growing agitation, Dr. Hammond, who was presiding over the meeting, made a downward gesture with his hands.
Instantly, all voices ceased.
"I understand your excitement, and we are indeed attempting to invite Director Yang to Nublar Island as our guest."
"However, it is regrettable that he has not yet responded to any of our invitations."
Upon hearing this, the previously excited crowd instantly became disappointed.
"That's not difficult. We can offer money. One hundred million. If that's not enough, then a billion. If a billion isn't enough, then ten billion."
A biologist with a white cloth wrapped around his head said earnestly.
However, Dr. Hammond shook his head as soon as he finished speaking.
"According to my investigation, Director Yang is not interested in money. Any amount of money is unlikely to sway him."
"Then arrange for beauties. Select a few from the top ten Miss World contestants who fit the aesthetic preferences of Dragon Country people."
An expert from Bharat, with a heavy curry accent, followed suit.
This time, Dr. Hammond still shook his head.
"It's useless. Our investigation shows that Director Yang has never even held a girl's hand since birth. His willpower is terrifyingly strong."
"Then we'll arrange for mercenaries to enter Dragon Country's territory and apprehend him."
This time, an expert from the beautiful country spoke up.
Unfortunately, Dr. Hammond ultimately shook his head again.
"I once dispatched five of the top international mercenary groups into Dragon Country's territory, and they lost contact with the organization as soon as they crossed the border."
"We eventually found them in the South Vietnamese country. When we located them, their kidneys and other organs were missing."
"Ah, this..."
After proposing several rejected solutions, the assembled human elites found themselves looking at each other in bewilderment.
For a moment, they couldn't think of any suitable way to invite Yang Lin to their location.
Just then, Dr. Hammond proactively spoke:
"Although the previous methods won't work, my investigation into Dragon Country netizens reveals that Yang Lin places great importance on honor."
"Therefore, I have already notified the organizers of the Benoir Prize. Next month, they will extend an invitation to Yang Lin to attend an awards ceremony on a nearby island."
"Once he leaves Dragon Country, it will be incredibly easy to persuade him to come here."
Hearing this, the people in the venue became excited once more.
"By the way, what kind of award are you planning to give Yang Lin?"
"How about the Mathematics Prize?"
"No."
"The Chemistry Prize?"
"Also not quite suitable."
"Perhaps a Peace Prize?"
"That works. Let's go with that."
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PS: I had a lot of things to deal with today, so please excuse me.