"Hmph, you don't need to tell me whether it's a waste of fun or not. I can see it at a glance. Guess why there aren't many fertilizers on my farm right now!"
Xiao Weiwei's perspective allowed him to see things that most people couldn't. He couldn't help but notice his brother-in-law's sour jealousy and muttered slander.
Even if Xiao liked meat, he didn't eat everything. If substandard meat still ended up on the dining table, it was only because someone was asking for trouble. Better to throw it into the fields as fertilizer—it would be cheap for them.
As for Peng Shirley, she might have been a sugar-coated cannonball sent from abroad. It didn't matter. Xiao fully knew how to swallow a cannonball and then spit it back out.
Of course, he did not act in secret. He had already made preliminary arrangements with his superiors. There was no need to hide his power, but he would not reveal it casually either.
His principle was simple: "I won't tell anyone until they find out themselves. I'll hide it for as long as I can. If I can't hide it, I'll investigate on my own."
As the saying goes, once a secret is known to a third party, it is no longer a secret.
The secrets of dimensional space would gradually leak as extraordinary troops operated, and more people would learn about them. After all, it was impossible to hide everything from foreign spies. This was the downside of decentralizing the power of dimensional space.
It was like a nuclear bomb. If you never release it, how would others know your power? But once it's released, everyone notices—and then tries to steal it through every possible means.
These countries didn't yet possess atomic bombs or precision strike capabilities, so they had no choice but to bow to the great powers.
Instead of forcing them to constantly worry and eventually bend the knee, Xiao let foreign forces send women to 'borrow seeds', reaping benefits along the way.
He even had Xiao Xiao test whether power could be extracted from these exchanges. If it could, he would profit even more.
What Xiao could say, he firmly rejected. Absolutely not, definitely not.
Secretly, he scolded the old foxes offering advice. They were trying to educate him while teaching foreigners—but once Xiao's own passion flared, he could exploit the dimensional space for subtle gains, all while maintaining plausible deniability.
Integrity sometimes mattered more than profit. If a backdoor existed in the product, he wouldn't do business. Maintaining purity was essential.
If the foreigners realized that all their efforts had been building the Xiao family business, their enthusiasm would have plummeted.
Xiao never interfered with the dimension itself, but he could control the flow of inheritance through bloodlines.
By setting an age threshold, underage children could not inherit dimensional power. Foreign countries would have to wait at least 18 years before their own heirs could attempt to gain such power. If they failed after that, the Dragon Kingdom could just surrender—no need to waste effort.
He also established a bloodline concentration threshold. The closer the bloodline to Xiao, the more inheritance and power would be granted. Otherwise, outsiders would stall at a certain node, unable to advance.
If foreigners wanted more power, they had to continuously optimize their bloodline to resemble Xiao's, ensuring that the so-called theory of white supremacy defeated itself.
As for brainwashing children or instilling foreign values? Impossible. Inheritance memory ensured independent personalities, and Xiao clan teachings helped descendants quickly form correct values. No one could manipulate them easily.
The Xiao family would grow strong—not become anyone's vassal. A powerful person could never be a lackey just because of brainwashing.
Therefore, whether Peng Shirley was a spy or not didn't really matter. In fact, it was all part of the plan.
Having made up his mind, Xiao did not approach her directly. Instead, he continued to have tea and chat.
If Peng Shirley truly had a purpose, her allies would arrange an opportunity by the end of the week. If not, he could wait for the next encounter.
As expected, on the third night, Xiao was returning from hunting, riding in a car and holding his small dog, when he ran into Peng Shirley again.
She was surrounded by several persistent guards, but pretended to be calm, her eyes subtly searching for help.
Xiao glanced sideways and grinned. This method had some merit—but not much.
The Dragon Kingdom people liked the old trope of heroes saving beauties. In this era, it was nearly the perfect scenario—but to Xiao, who had witnessed future spectacles, it was routine, old-fashioned, and full of holes.
Peng Shirley, a returned overseas Chinese with great achievements, was always accompanied by guards. Yet here she was, suddenly surrounded by persistent adversaries. Could it really happen this way?
Xiao figured it was fine to indulge in the old routine occasionally.
"I'm going to be a hero and save the beauty. You guys check the backgrounds of those stubborn guards!"
"Yes!"
After giving instructions to his guards, Xiao stepped out of the car and landed two precise punches. The stubborn thugs collapsed immediately.
"Young people are good, just fall asleep!" he said.
"Pfft~~"
Peng Shirley couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile sweetly.
"Thank you, comrade!!"
"You're welcome. It's the duty of a soldier to defeat the strong and support the weak!" Xiao replied proudly.
As they spoke, their conversation naturally expanded, flowing effortlessly.
"Let me take you home—it's just a short drive," Xiao said after a while, sensing it was appropriate.
"Here? Won't a military vehicle be troublesome?" Peng Shirley hesitated slightly, recognizing the vehicle.
"Don't worry—it's my own car!" Xiao said, beaming.
"Thank you very much, Comrade Xiao Yang!" she said with a soft smile and stepped into the car.