People follow the crowd
Huang Zhongqian is currently at the entrance of his office.
The young officer knocked lightly on the door.
A person came out from next door and said, "The commander-in-chief is not here."
When will you be back?
"That's hard to say. Sometimes he's not in the office for days on end."
The young officer ignored the man's explanation and pushed open the door to enter.
The interior was neatly furnished but completely empty.
The young officer withdrew again.
"Why don't you wait here and see?"
The young officer sat down without thinking.
Time passed by, and before we knew it, night had fallen.
Seeing that the hands of the clock had passed the 12 mark, the young officer stood up, intending to evacuate.
The office was now completely empty.
Even the lights were only on in one spot, his.
On the way back, as he went down the steps, he vaguely heard footsteps. The officer stopped and listened to the footsteps getting closer and closer until he saw the person in front of him.
The man smiled when he saw him. "Won't you sit a little longer?" he said, then picked up the plastic bags he was carrying and waved them in front of him. "Want to have some late-night snack together?"
The officer followed the man into the office.
"Let's find a place to sit."
Once inside, the man didn't stand on ceremony; he simply pulled up a chair, sat down, and handed the officer a bowl of rice noodles.
The officer looked at the outstretched hand, unsure whether to accept it or not.
"It's freshly made. Luckily, it didn't get too cold when we got it back. Eat it while it's hot."
The officer reached out and took it, then saw the man quickly open the bowl in his hand and start slurping it down.
"This place is famous throughout the whole area. Luckily, I got back late today, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get a table."
Even while eating, they didn't forget to promote this rice noodle shop.
"Commander-in-chief, I didn't come here to eat rice noodles."
The officer's tone was harsh, and it was clear he still had some temper.
“I know you’ve come all this way and must not have eaten yet. Let’s talk about it after we eat. No matter how important it is, we can’t let it interfere with our meals.”
After saying that, he continued to eat, slurping his words.
Seeing this, the young officer had no choice but to finish the rice noodles in his bowl.
After the elder finished picking out the rice noodles, he picked them up again and drank several large mouthfuls of soup before reluctantly putting them down.
After eating and drinking his fill, the old man's kind eyebrows finally began to show their true shape.
He looked up at the young man and said, "Speak, what is it that you have to come over in person?"
The officer straightened up and adopted a very formal posture before speaking, "The subordinates reported that Song Yize was temporarily transferred by you."
"Nonsense! Do you think someone this big can just be moved like that!"
“They saw with their own eyes your people take other people from their lab onto a helicopter.”
"Yes, I took those few with me."
"You did this without anyone's permission."
"We don't even know where Song Yize is right now. Do we need a unanimous vote to protect the others?"
The young officer didn't dare to answer him immediately.
"At this critical juncture, we must find Song Yize! You can't even keep an eye on one person while I'm gone, yet you dare to come here and question me."
"Sir, I'm not questioning you..."
"Alright, you can go back now. Tell those guys wearing hats that they need to find the person, dead or alive. If they can't find the person, they don't need to wear those hats anymore."
"yes."
The young officer responded and went out.
As he walked downstairs and looked at the lights on upstairs, the officer sighed.
Things turned out to be far more complicated than he had thought.
Song Yize has been missing for two days now. The news of Song Yize's disappearance is spreading like wildfire throughout the media.
Headlines across the media were filled with reports of the sudden disappearance of Professor Song Yize, a renowned Chinese physicist. This caused a sudden and sharp drop in morale among those who had just been feeling excited and relieved.
"Our country's methods for protecting scientists are really ineffective; they can be easily dismissed."
"It looks like it was deleted by other countries."
"The person has been missing for two days, and I have a feeling it won't end well."
Reports on the future development prospects of Song Yize's research field have also been released one after another.
The articles expressed widespread concern that scientific research would stagnate for at least 10 years.
People are taking great pleasure in the practice of various media outlets reporting only bad news and not good news.
Many people lamented that the world had lost another Einstein.
Amidst the current media frenzy, the office staff are constantly receiving phone calls.
"Yes, yes, we are hiring online trolls."
"What's the use of hiring online trolls this time? Hire celebrities instead. You raise an army for a thousand days to use it for one. The country has supported them for so long, so we need to find someone to step in at this critical moment."
Yes, yes, yes.
In the blink of an eye, a celebrity's scandals were leaked by an unknown source and became known throughout the internet.
The passing of famous people always shakes the world like waves crashing against the shore, and every wave that crashes down is significant.
This also includes people in the office.
Is this news true or false?
"Of course it's fake. They've definitely hidden the person. They're lying to everyone that the person has gone missing."
"Wouldn't all our investment plans for our next groundbreaking product be wasted?"
"Don't be so pessimistic, everyone." Everyone turned around and looked at the chairman, nodding and bowing.
"Our IPO timing was perfect, catching the tail end of this big year for technology. You know, AI's reputation is no joke."
"I understand. Just say that it was developed using AI brainstorming."
"clever."
Back in the office, the bespectacled man stood by the window, observing the actions of the people inside the building. "Mo Yang, I want to see how they plan to play this game next."
What seemed like the biggest victim has now become the beneficiary. By using the gimmick of promoting Song Yize's spirit and combining his ideas with AI to produce this operation, it seems they have won.
Mo Yang, currently inside the cave, has no idea that news of his death has already spread far and wide.
You know, if he suddenly decides to speak on the internet one day, that's called a zombie coming back to life.
It has to be said that Huang Lao's move was brilliant. Some messy and troublesome things will no longer come to the research institute, and once there is any disturbance from the outside world, the enemy's secrets will be exposed.
From now on, there's no need to worry about Mo Yang's safety, nor about the identity of the mole among our own people. Let Mo Yang focus on his research and wait for the results.
This kind of win-win situation is so good that just thinking about it can make someone so happy they can't sleep all night.
However, not all enemies are foolish.
"Is it possible that he's the one crying wolf?"
"You mean he embezzled from his post? He hid the person himself?"
"It's hard to say. Such a grown man just disappeared like that. Judging from his attitude, he doesn't seem sad. You know, he was the one who insisted on pushing this plan to be implemented."
"Shall we make a phone call to test it out?"
"Wouldn't that be blatantly exposing ourselves?"
"In my opinion, three of our people have died. It was that bastard who did it. He seems harmless on the surface, but he's actually a cunning old fox. He can be two different people in front of others and behind their backs."
"I don't believe that Old Huang has no tricks up his sleeve. After all, it's not easy for him to have stayed in this position for so many years. But when it comes to being ruthless, he's not the kind of person who can go to such extremes."
"Then tell me who it is. We can't just live in fear and wait to die every day."
“General Lei is right. Look at how few of us are here for this meeting. They’re too cowardly to even come and participate.”
"If it's targeting us, then none of us will escape from beginning to end. Since things have already come to this, what the hell are we afraid of? Let's fight them."
"Yes, we've all been through so many life-and-death situations over the years, we've seen all sorts of storms."
The person in the corner remained silent throughout, fiddling with a pen and tilting his head as he listened to the conversations of everyone present.
In a cave deep in the desert.
"The food here is really bad; it's all pre-prepared."
Fan Siwen ate while complaining.
"Let's just say we're living in the future ahead of time. It's said that people in the future will eat 3D-printed food, which will definitely not taste as good as what we eat here."
"Which movie did you see this in?"
Mo Yang attempted to join the conversation among the young people.
"Hey, Professor, can you predict what people will eat in the future?"
As soon as Fan Siwen looked over and opened her mouth, Mo Yang knew that she was definitely up to no good.
"I think drones have great value in terms of being invented. They can be used to deliver packages and takeout, and they can deliver them in no time."
"But this idea is unrealistic. The food delivery and courier groups already occupy most of the blue-collar and even white-collar jobs. This group is the most suitable for a comfortable life. If we make any move that affects their lives, it will undoubtedly lay the foundation for world chaos."
The only girl in the cave voiced her opinion, and it was after Song Yize had spoken.
Everyone could see that her ideas were not only completely different from Song Yize's, but also worlds apart.
"So there's another direction to consider. Chen Lili, you're such a genius. Did you secretly study sociology?"
Fan Siwen, that sycophant, is quick to flatter and always makes sure to provide emotional value, no matter who it is.
However, except for Mo Yang.
"Actually, it can be a win-win situation. Based on people's preferences in the context of global development, we can develop drone food delivery and errand services in parallel. We can arrange long-distance drones for short-distance errands, or wealthy people can spend more money to adapt to a matching service model."
The young man had barely finished speaking when Fan Siwen smacked him with the tip of a chopstick.
"What have we rich people done to you? Why should we, the rich, have to spend more money than others?"
Mo Yang separated the two and mediated, saying, "Alright, alright, I know you have money, but having money doesn't mean you have to work. Finish your meal and get to work."
With that, he picked up his plate, grabbed the boy beside him, and followed him away from this ominous place.
"He sometimes acts like a lunatic," the boy muttered, reluctantly leaving.
"Yes, yes, he's a lunatic. Finally, someone has spoken his true nature."
Mo Yang's mediation seems to have worked well; the young man is no longer angry.
Meanwhile, Fan Siwen was overjoyed to have gotten the chance to spend time alone with a girl because of his outrageous remarks.
She moved her body to the side with her plate, and sat down opposite Chen Lili.
"Do you think what I said is right or wrong?"
If she said it in a half-coquettish manner, Mo Yang would definitely vomit immediately.
Chen Lili smiled politely, then grabbed her plate and fled the scene.
"Hey, you guys, you didn't even wait for me! I've finished eating too. Hey, wait for me a minute..."
As he spoke, he picked up the plate, quickly stuffed the last bite into his mouth, and followed closely behind.
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