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Russia is in an even worse situation. Much of their scientific research relies on archaeology because they discover Soviet-era blueprints unearthed from obscure corners that are far more functional than their current designs.
This phenomenon also exists in the field of deep-sea submersibles.
That was the only deep-sea submersible in human history to dive to a depth of more than 10,000 meters. Since then, the deepest-diving submersible has only been able to dive to about 6,000 meters.
This depth is insufficient for humans to pilot it to the Takamagahara, eight thousand meters below the seabed, to awaken the sealed Yamata no Orochi.
What should I do?
The Driast is the only deep-sea submersible capable of reaching Takamagahara, and the Gattuso family won't sell it, but they urgently need it here.
Everyone looked at each other, then at the silent Lord, who did not disappoint them.
"At this point in time, besides the Trieste, there was actually another deep-sea submersible capable of diving to a depth of 10000 meters."
One more?
Lord spoke calmly: "Many people know that James Cameron, the world's most famous truck driver, has always had a dream of deep-sea exploration."
In 1990, James Cameron directed a film called "The Abyss," which explored the unknown depths of the ocean and vividly showcased his desire to explore the deep sea.
In 2005, while preparing for the film "Avatar," James Cameron also launched another project.
He assembled a professional team and secretly developed and manufactured a deep-sea submersible in a warehouse in Sydney, Australia, capable of fulfilling his dream of deep-sea diving.
In 2011, the deep-sea submersible was officially commissioned and James Cameron named it the Deepsea Challenger.
In 2012, James Cameron used this submersible to successfully descend to the Mariana Trench, reaching a depth of approximately 10898 meters, only 18 meters shallower than the Dristrar.
Su Enxi and Jiu De Mai were also learning for the first time that James Cameron could be so passionate about his dream.
But then another problem arose. Su Enxi frowned slightly: "According to your description, the Deepsea Challenger was only officially completed in 2011, and it's only 2008 now."
We were three years ahead of schedule.
"No, if we take the Takamagahara, which is about 8000 meters below the seabed, as our target, then the Deepsea Challenger is already a finished product."
Deep-sea submersibles are like warships; after they are built, they need constant debugging, testing, and minor modifications to meet the expected performance.
James Cameron built the Deepsea Challenger with the goal of challenging the 10916-meter record set by the Trieste. That's why it needed to be repeatedly tested and optimized after its construction, and it was not until 2011 that it could no longer be optimized that it was declared complete.
However, our destination is a full 2000 meters shallower than James Cameron's target. This 2,000-meter difference places extremely high demands on the materials and workmanship of the submersible, meaning we don't need any adjustments at all; we can simply rent the Deepsea Challenger and use it directly.
“I happen to have James Cameron’s contact information. He contacted me when he was preparing for the Avatar project, hoping that I could support him in developing 3D technology.”
Su Enxi took out her phone and waved it: "Leave this to me. I will rent that deep-sea submersible. Our target depth is over 8000 meters. Theoretically, it won't cause any structural damage to the submersible. James Cameron has no reason to refuse."
"While contacting the famous director, we can't neglect our work in Japan. Dawn is breaking, and we still need your help with Gao Kui's encounter with the sandalwood-scented hair girl."
The boss smiled and reminded Su Enxi, "Don't forget you still have a job."
"It's inhumane. Sometimes I even wonder if the boss is British. He uses the good people to the extreme. If I have to work two jobs, my skin will get worse and worse."
Su Enxi muttered, "I want human rights, I want a vacation."
"How could you be worse off than me? You're just being exploited, but I'm the one who has to play the role of an incompetent wife!" Mai Shude gritted her teeth.
The encounter between the Holy Son and the girl with sandalwood-scented hair, and her willingness to help, was all pre-arranged.
Chapter 128 The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility
At 7:30 a.m., Tokyo awoke in the greyish-white light of dawn.
Men in dark suits continued to emerge from the subway entrance, silently swarming into the office building like sardines. The sound of high heels tapping on the floor was rapid and sparse, and every face wore a numb, half-awake expression.
The convenience store's coffee machine whirred incessantly, and the bowing greetings were repeated mechanically. The entire street was like a precise yet cold machine, starting a new round of rolling on a track that had been repeated countless times.
Two Mercedes-Benz S-Class cars were parked downstairs at the Park Hyatt Hotel. Sakura Yabuki got out of the car, straightened her fitted black suit, took out her phone to make a call, and then went upstairs.
A dozen minutes later, the gleaming elevator doors opened, and the attendant standing at the elevator door bowed. Two girls yawned and walked out of the elevator side by side with Sakura Yabuki.
"I'm sorry to bother you so early." Sakura Yabuki apologized to Chen Motong and Su Qian in English with a formulaic expression on her face.
As a member of the Japanese branch, Sakura Yabuki had never actually studied in Kassel. She had only learned some Chinese from Genjiro and could speak it, but not fluently. In comparison, her English was better, with a very pure American accent.
"No, we should be the ones apologizing."
Chen Motong stretched in the sunlight: "Last night we just said we wanted to travel all over Tokyo, and Ms. Yabuki offered to be our guide."
All we had to do was get up, have breakfast at the hotel, and wait. Ms. Yabuki had to arrange transportation, plan the tour route in advance, and get up before dawn to get dressed and pick us up.
“It was already daylight when I got up,” Sakura Yabuki explained.
It's only September, just the beginning of autumn, and the sky begins to lighten with the first hint of dawn around 5 a.m. Even with a mission, Sakura Yabuki wouldn't need to get up that early; she's not some blacksmith from Los Angeles.
"No, I just wanted to emphasize how busy you are, Ms. Yabuki, and to say that you've gone to great lengths to help us." Chen Motong waved her hand to explain. She hadn't expected Yabuki Sakura to be so pedantic. Was there something wrong with her spoken English?
"I know."
Sakura Yabuki smiled and said, "Do you think I have a sense of humor, Miss Chen? You don't need to mind that I'm acting as your tour guide."
The Japanese branch is very busy; I haven't had a break in a long time. Accompanying everyone on their sightseeing trip in Kassel is a good opportunity for me to relax.
Wow, that's impressive. No wonder you're the personal secretary to the head of the Japanese executive bureau; your speaking skills are truly exceptional.
Susie secretly memorized Yabuki Sakura's tone and expression. Currently, she was doing a similar job to Yabuki Sakura at the Lionheart Club, and as a role model, Yabuki Sakura was a very good teacher.
The three girls got into the car, and Sakura Yabuki skillfully started the vehicle.
"What itinerary has Miss Sakura prepared for us?" Susie asked.
"To be honest, I haven't prepared any fixed itinerary for you. A trip that's too rushed will make you miss the scenery along the way, and a pre-arranged travel route will also make you feel restricted. Travel should be unrestrained."
I will only offer suggestions when you are undecided about where to go next, and provide necessary services such as transportation and translation for those of you in Kassel.
"Cool!" Chen Motong gave a thumbs up.
This is what a professional tour guide is like. She completely caters to the tourists' desires and lets them go wherever they want. She hates those pre-planned trips the most.
"So where do you two most like to go right now?" Sakura Yabuki asked.
Chen Motong and Su Qian exchanged a glance and gave the same answer in unison: "Ginza."
Ginza, a hub for luxury brands from around the world, is the most expensive place in Asia. At its peak, it was said to be able to buy half of the commercial district in the United States. No girl could resist its allure.
"Ok."
As Yabuki Sakura expected, the girls' answers were exactly what she thought. The capable female secretary nodded, started the car, and prepared to turn around, as the commercial district where Ginza was located was in another direction.
"and many more."
Chen Motong stopped Yabuki Sakura in time, saying, "Let's pick up Gao Kui and the others first. Where are they now?"
All the girls knew was that Gao Kui and the other two had gone to Kabukicho and a brothel with Genji last night. As for where they were right now, the girls weren't sure. Who knew if they would change locations along the way?
"They should still be in that nightclub."
Sakura Yabuki hesitated, then asked, "Are you sure you want to go find them now? Shouldn't you call them beforehand?"
Why call them?
"That way, it won't be too awkward when you meet."
"Embarrassing?"
Chen Motong was slightly taken aback, but quickly guessed why Yabuki Sakura would say that: "Your boss, Genjiro, was there last night too, right? Don't you feel wronged or embarrassed?"
"We're just in a normal superior-subordinate relationship," the pretty girl said seriously.
"Come on, don't even try."
Chen Motong curled her lips: "You can't fool me. I studied psychology and am good at profiling. I can tell at a glance who you like and who likes you."
Susie felt that Chen Motong didn't need to emphasize psychology and profiling. It was obvious to anyone who was interested in whom during adolescence, even if they hadn't studied psychology.
The evasive gaze, the shy blush, and the unusually high level of affection—it's really easy to understand this feeling of liking someone.
"Many wealthy girls in Japan are taught that, provided their husbands can provide a stable source of income for the family, they should not be too concerned about their husbands' social engagements and casual affairs outside the family."
A truly excellent Yamato Nadeshiko (ideal Japanese woman) would never embarrass a man.
"Do you want to be a Yamato Nadeshiko like Genji?"
Sakura Yabuki did not answer. In a sense, she had been playing the role of Genjiro's virtuous wife for a long time, handling many of his chores, such as now.
Because he was inexplicably disliked by the Kassel trio, he simply dumped the task of receiving the trio onto Yabuki Sakura.
"It's a pity, we are Chinese girls, we don't have the concept of Yamato Nadeshiko."
Chen Motong waved her fist energetically: "Go go go, hurry up and find those guys. I want to see how embarrassing we'll be when we meet later."
Twenty minutes later, two black luxury cars stopped outside the nightclub. The nightclub manager, who had been busy all night, carefully led Yabuki Sakura and the two girls into the private room where Gao Kui and his two companions were.
In a dimly lit, alcohol-scented private room on the second basement level, where outside light couldn't reach, lay an incompetent wife, a lively high school girl, and a female fitness instructor in yoga attire...
The sisters, each with their own distinct personalities, lay scattered all over the floor. The Kassel trio were fast asleep among the women, and the boy, who had been drinking until 3 a.m., naturally wouldn't wake up too early.
Chen Motong and Su Xi stared wide-eyed at the three from Kassel; they never expected the three guys to be so unrestrained.
Sakura Yabuki stood quietly to the side, observing the expressions of the two girls, and in a daze, she recalled an old Hong Kong movie: the first installment of the "Young and Dangerous" series, "The Young and Dangerous".
At the very beginning of the story, Chan Ho-nam and his gang received a mission from Boss B: to kill Leung Kwan's sworn brother, Ba Bi. Upon learning of his sworn brother's death, Leung Kwan was devastated as he looked at his good brother's body in the morgue.
The way Chen Motong and Su Qian looked at each other and their subtle expressions were quite similar to Liang Kun's in that scene—shock, disbelief, and disbelief.
"They really learned Principal Angers's signature skills," Chen Motong said through gritted teeth, squeezing out a joke.
Without saying a word, Susie bent down, grabbed Chu Zihang's collar, pulled him out of the group of women, and shook him violently.
Chen Motong raised her foot to stomp on Gao Kui's face, but then realized it wasn't right. She kicked off her shiny loafer on her right foot and stepped on Gao Kui's chest, secretly applying pressure to perform unnecessary CPR on him.
Sakura Yabuki glanced at the neglected Caesar, and in that instant she understood a lot: Is blonde hair always a loser?
Without much effort, Chen Motong only used a little force to wake Gao Kui up, who suddenly opened his eyes as if he had come back to life from the pile of girls.
As a mental patient, Gao Kui's sleep has always been segmented, and three hours of sleep is considered a very peaceful sleep.
Chen Motong, with a stern face, put his hands on his hips, lifted his right foot and put it back into his loafers, looking down at Gao Kui with a condescending gaze.
The girl with dark red hair wore a white stand-up collar shirt on her upper body, with a black sleeveless vest over it. Both styles were very fitted and the waistline was cinched tightly. On her lower body, she wore a black and red plaid mini skirt with the hem just past her knees, which matched her hair color perfectly. Her slender and long legs were tightly bound by black stockings that covered her buttocks. Her outfit had a style reminiscent of a Japanese anime heroine.
Gao Kui lay among the women, looking up at Chen Motong.
Logically speaking, from this angle, anyone would first notice a girl's underwear, even if Chen Motong was wearing leggings. Even if they didn't notice her underwear, they would still notice her beautiful legs.
From this angle, Chen Motong's legs are incredibly long, giving her a resemblance to Shude Mai.