Uncovering even bigger undercover agents
When Mo Yang and Mo Yang returned to the lab, their relationship was noticeably colder than when they had just left.
Fan Siwen didn't know what had happened, but her joy at seeing Mo Yang again was still evident.
Mo Yang, who had been showing his back to everyone since entering, suddenly turned to Fan Siwen and said, "Create a group chat and add Mo Yang to the work group. Notify others in the group if anything comes up."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt as if he had said something shameful, and turned his back to hide again.
"Professor Song, I haven't added you on WeChat yet." Fan Siwen walked over excitedly and handed his phone to Mo Yang.
"Isn't there Lark? We can just create a Lark group."
"Oh." The voice plummeted to its lowest point, clearly revealing a sense of disappointment.
"Professor Song, take a look. I've finished building it."
"Yes, once it's built, that's fine."
Mo Yang pretended to be calculating something, only responding verbally without turning around.
Since it was Mo Yang's first day on the job, Mo Yang didn't assign him any tasks. He just asked him to learn about the specific research content of the project and the use of some of the instruments currently in the laboratory.
Most of the time, Mo Yang was running around following Fan Siwen around.
As he left work, Mo Yang stretched lazily. It seemed he hadn't accomplished much during his day of running around, but by evening he had actually achieved quite a bit. He picked up his phone, casually opened Lark, and glanced at the "1" displayed in the group messages.
Mo Yang was completely dumbfounded.
In a group called "The Strongest Celestial Bodies in the Universe," Fan Siwen sent a message.
"Our laboratory is determined to bring the spirit of unity, democracy, civility and harmony to its fullest potential, and build a new era of a highly united cosmic celestial body laboratory."
Mo Yang felt a slight tingling sensation on his scalp, and his eyebrows furrowed to the sky. Was this guy really this passionate when he was young...?
His head was even bigger than it had been in the lab. It seemed he'd be taking care of two little brats from now on, and Mo Yang felt rather inexplicably strange about it.
After get off work, Mo Yang complained to Fan Siwen via Feishu, "Does Professor Song not recognize my abilities? Why is he so free today? He didn't assign me any work."
Seeing this, Fan Siwen replied, "Don't worry, I won't be this free forever."
In Huang Zhongqian's office.
Have you found the person who sent the intelligence outwards?
"Found it—but—"
"What, is it so hard to say this person's name?"
The person standing to the side hesitated for a moment, then walked to Huang Zhongqian's side and whispered a few words in Huang Zhongqian's ear.
Huang Zhong's face, which had been perfectly normal just moments before, visibly darkened.
"National scum, what kind of people have they raised!"
He slammed his hand heavily on the table, stood up, and despite his anger, the fierceness in his eyes was still undeniable.
"Regardless of how close or distant the relationship is, just do what needs to be done."
The person in front of him took the order and went out.
Huang Zhongqian let out a long sigh. He picked up his phone and made a video call.
The video call connected.
"Hello……"
Wu Ping, who was just playing golf, suddenly received a phone call. After looking at the two words displayed on the screen, Wu Ping put down her club, smiled and nodded to the person on the other end, and then got up and went to the rest area.
"Hey, it's been a long time since we last talked."
"Mr. Wu, you're in high spirits."
"Oh, not at all, it's been a long time since I've been here. Just wanted to have a couple of rounds with some friends."
"If it's inconvenient for you, Mr. Wu, then we can discuss this matter again later."
"It's okay, I'll talk to them."
"That's all for today, I have some things to take care of at home," Wu Ping waved to the people inside.
"You're really something, you just got here and you're already leaving. Next time you'd better make the most of it."
"Yes, yes, I will."
I got on the bus with my phone in hand and tossed my coat onto the seat next to me.
I closed the car window, opened the chat window on my phone, and pressed the button again.
"Speak."
“I don’t know about this. I’ve been abroad for a while now, and he hasn’t told me who he’s been meeting or what kind of contact he’s had with them.”
"Mr. Wu might as well make a call and check on things."
"Okay, I'll call you back in a bit."
After hanging up the phone, Wu Ping opened a new chat window, typed a few words, and sent them: "Check who Wu Qi has been associating with lately."
Inside the monitoring room.
Wu Qi answered the phone that someone next to her handed her.
"Dad, why did you call?"
"What good thing have you done recently?"
"No... I didn't do anything."
"Old Huang even called me!"
"Dad, trust me, I'm doing this all for your own good. I've taken care of everything for you abroad, so you can retire peacefully with Mom."
"How can I feel at ease with this!"
"Dad, I beg you, please stop asking. They forced me to do this. I beg you, please stop asking."
"If you don't tell, we'll both be the ones who die."
"They said that if I didn't send out the message, they would take action against your company, causing it to face lawsuits and legal sanctions overseas, and then—bankruptcy—which would be the foundation of your life's work..."
"Are you stupid?!"
"Dad—Dad—I've already said it—you and Mom should take good care of yourselves abroad—I don't regret being your son—"
Hanging up the phone, Wu Ping clutched her phone and leaned back in her seat. After a long while, her phone beeped with a notification sound – “ding ding.” Wu Ping slowly sat up, opened her phone, and stared at the few lines of text on it, then froze, motionless in her seat. The phone slid down her hand and into the gap under the seat, the buzzing of the call echoing throughout the entire carriage.
I dialed the video call again.
"Old Huang, please find a way to save Wu Qi. He's young and doesn't know any better."
"As a national military officer, knowingly breaking the law, can this be resolved with a simple statement of being ignorant? Interests determine one's stance, and those in positions of power must fulfill their duties. As a public official, he failed to perform his obligations and rebelled against the country; this is no small crime."
“He did it all for me. He wouldn’t have betrayed the country if they hadn’t forced him.”
"As I said before, interests determine one's stance. Since he has already chosen his side, he is already going against the country. The country entrusted him with guarding important checkpoints, yet he disregarded national interests, risked leaking important secrets, and insisted on aligning himself with foreign powers. How can such behavior be tolerated and allowed to continue!"
"Old Huang, Old Huang, I beg you, he really is too young. He's the only son in our Wu family. We entrusted him to the country with peace of mind, but who would have thought..."
"Hand it over to the state? That sounds nice, but is that really how you hand it over to the state?!"
"Old Huang, I beg you, whatever money you need, we'll provide it, we'll give you whatever it takes, just let him go..."
"This time, I'm afraid no one can save him..."
After putting down her phone, Wu Ping was stunned. She slumped into the back seat, staring at the handle beside her, her eyes gradually dimming.
Huang Zhongqian's office.
"The person has been brought under control, and everything has been explained."
"Is the message confirmed to have been intercepted by us?"
"Yes."
"They will definitely strike again, blocking all networks, to ensure the project proceeds smoothly."
"Over here in Moyang..."
“He is a loyal and affectionate person. We’ve locked him up, but the key is with us. Don’t worry, he can’t run away.”
Mo Yang doesn't know what's wrong with him lately, he keeps sneezing. Seeing that the weather is getting cooler, he went online and bought a few more motorcycle-style jackets for himself.
Looking at the marketing terms above, like "cyberpunk," they never used such an old-fashioned name. He shook his head helplessly. After the payment was successful, his phone automatically redirected to the balance page. Mo Yang looked at the decimal point on the screen and was furious.
The landlord's family already had little surplus grain, and the officials were even more demanding, practically leaving them no way to survive.
We need to find a way to add more zeros to the balance.
In the dormitory, Mo Yang chatted with Fan Siwen, who was playing games.
"Why do you want to keep Mo Yang here so much?"
Without even thinking, Fan Siwen said, "It's probably because he just happened to see me."
Mo Yang didn't quite understand.
"Tell me more about it."
Fan Siwen continued while playing the game, "Did you think I was always this interested in astronomy? Not at all."
At first, I was the kind of student who skipped class every day, and no one had high hopes for me.
I find the teacher's lectures completely uninteresting. The knowledge is so simple; I already knew it. Why pretend to listen?
So I would listen to half of it every day and then run out to play.
Later, my dad sent someone to watch me go to school every day. If he found out I was skipping class, he would bring me back.
Fortunately, he was busy at that time and didn't have much time to care about me.
Later, after I went abroad, I happened to hear a physics teacher's class. His lectures were both interesting and profound. Every time I listened to his lectures, it felt like I was on a space journey.
From then on, I never missed a single one of his classes.
He recently won the Nobel Prize in Astronomy.
It was on his advice that I switched to studying astronomy.
Because of him, I discovered that there is another research direction that can arouse all my interest, and I am willing to continue doing it even if I don't eat or drink.
But in reality, it might just be because he saw me, saw me when no one else cared about me.
You know what? My teacher, what's even more unbelievable is that...
He was even performing amazing physics calculations while his wife was giving birth.
However, after having a baby, he focused more on his family and was rarely seen by anyone.
However, I have heard that his constructive and thoughtful ideas have been driving the development of astronomy.
"Isn't that amazing!"
"Yes, it is great, but what does that have to do with Mo Yang?"
"I already told you, it's because he saw me. Ugh, he's dead again. I'm not playing anymore, I'm going to take a shower." Fan Siwen said angrily, throwing the pillow at Mo Yang.
Mo Yang watched the person leave, then looked at the extra pillow in his hand, and threw it back without understanding why.
Fan Siwen stepped out the door, radiating a relaxed joy, and hummed a little tune as if she wanted to fly to the heavens.
He would never say that he wanted to keep Mo Yang because he wanted another talented ox or horse to share the workload!
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