Chapter 14
The private space of the Wuyan Tower is still filled with the unknown smell of gunpowder, as if the steel and soil used to build the private domain were picked up from a battlefield soaked in old blood.
When he first stepped into this place, Shen Jian repeatedly felt uncomfortable, as if he was naturally wary and cautious about a territory that did not belong to him.
But now it has changed strangely, and the air is mixed with the faint but unexpectedly intoxicating unique smell of freshly born large machinery.
"Fresh, the smell of glaze paint." Shen Jian murmured in comment.
Shen An, who was sitting in the temporary office, paused, looked up and glanced at Shen Jian quietly, then calmed his expression and lowered his head to continue sorting out the documents.
What does the boss want to do again?
Shen An was repeating his actions mechanically while thinking casually.
What does that sentence mean? ...It doesn't smell good, does it?
It really doesn't smell good.
But compared to the strong perfume in the banquet hall that made people dizzy, Shen Jian unexpectedly felt that this place was simply a fairyland.
Now, he was very relaxed. He browsed the full-floor spire top floor that was exclusively occupied by the Wuyan Tower, just like inspecting a small property that he had just remembered by chance, feeling relaxed and safe.
What to do next?
Shen Jian aimlessly controlled the children's wheelchair that temporarily served as a seat. He seemed to be troubled by a certain problem, or he seemed to be simply embarrassed about the next meeting that was about to take place.
To be honest, he really wanted to end this damn spire meeting with just one sentence tomorrow, return to the Wuyan Tower immediately, and start arranging everything and wait for the original owner to be caught.
Shen Jian took a light breath, put a document from the Spark R&D Room on his left hand, rubbed his forehead helplessly, and picked up another document weakly.
"Why do we still need to work with paper documents?" the young leader complained, a little aggrieved. "The agent smart warehouse can already process documents without any awareness, right?"
All other organizations or individuals he knows are using paperless office!
Why does Wu Yanta have to correct the papers manually? His hands are shaking like Parkinson's!
Chen An kept moving, his soft chestnut hair jumped slightly, and he replied softly, "The people in charge of this part are from Lab C. If you wish, I will urge them. Of course, I will only convey your orders."
"... In addition, the pause method of processing files is to achieve a false extension of time by deceiving the brain's consciousness, thereby improving work efficiency. If you want to implement this method..."
Shen An showed disapproval, frowned and thought for a while, then said slowly, "Please allow us to test it first."
After a pause, he seemed to glance at Shen Jian quickly, "Judging from the actions on your starship."
Shen Jian: …
He turned his head away tiredly and guiltily, feeling that his future was bleak.
In short, after he had beaten himself up like a madman, the cadres said that he would not be allowed to enter the Spark Laboratory under any circumstances. It might take several years to break this insistence, or it might only take one order from Shen Jian.
But Shen Jian was not in a hurry. He even hoped that there would be more such incidents of intervening in the leaders' decision-making.
Therefore, he could only take the pile of documents that Xu Yinmo had temporarily ordered his subordinates to give him, lean on the pillow handed to him by another subordinate, and lie in front of the desk in despair and suffocation to correct the documents.
In fact, he wanted to hug the pillow; he even secretly thought about the shape of the pillow, it would be even better if it was a little rabbit, kitten or puppy.
But his subordinates seemed to be more interested in machinery and intelligence, and Shen Jian was embarrassed to hold a kitten in front of his subordinates and do his homework like a primary school student.
So he reluctantly put the pillow in a far corner.
"Sir," Shen An sorted out all the documents and handed over the internal communicator that had been ringing several times, "It's Xu Yinmo's call."
Since connecting to Solomon, the information received from the private communicator is not the highest priority, so Shen An intercepted it with a clear conscience: What if it is just a casual chat like Shen Xiuzhu's attempt to test Mr.'s whereabouts?
"..." Shen Jian silently picked up the obviously hot communicator, pretending not to notice the turmoil among his subordinates, and said concisely: "Speak."
Xu Yinmo on the other side was surprisingly straightforward, "Maybe after this spire meeting is over, we can start the fight, boss."
Therefore, Chen An clearly observed that the boss's dark eyes deepened slightly, his expression returned to indifference, and he returned to the frozen earth from a very rare light-hearted state.
What did that damn thing Xu Yinmo say? The gentleman finally relaxed...
He'd better pray that it's serious business, otherwise the next sample experiment question on farming in his F laboratory will be Xu's garbage.
Shen An thought indifferently.
"Why?" Shen Jian stroked the round tire of the wheelchair and asked calmly and gently.
"Some news about leaving the Wuyan Tower," Xu Yinmo emphasized vaguely, leaning against the door of a small utility room, a nearly burnt-out cigarette made of unknown energy between his fingertips, a weird smile on his face illuminated by a little old light.
He then added again, “It’s very fun.”
Shen Jian blinked, glanced at Shen An lightly, and made a gesture. The other party immediately restrained all expressions, took all the documents, and quietly left the office.
"Is this news that can replace your current mission? So important?" Shen Jian asked in confusion. He now knew his subordinates very well.
If it was not necessary, during the mission, they would have wanted to kill all their colleagues without even getting their feet wet, not to mention having time to make a private call to Shen Jian for a chat.
"Ah... it's news that you can submit ten letters of surrender."
Shen Jian was silent, his dark eyes completely sank into the frozen earth, staring quietly at a smooth alloy table.
He is evaluating.
He is making a trade-off.
He was analyzing the source of this intelligence and the relationship between his war zone and his Tower of Invincibility.
A dull silence permeated the air. The subtle rubbing and knocking sounds from the communication headset kept hitting Xu Yinmo's eardrums. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists, slowly enduring the surging and delicate feeling of being judged.
...creepy talk.
But he was willing to endure.
After a moment, he heard his boss's slightly distorted voice through the headset: "Then, come back."
The force supporting his body suddenly relaxed. He took a deep breath.
.
"Who do you think is coming this time, Wuyan Tower?"
Bai Rui gently straightened the cuffs of his hand-embroidered Tang suit upon hearing this, and nonchalantly placed the porcelain teacup on the low table, "Maybe it's Chen An? Isn't he the one who shows up on the battlefield?"
The dim, gloomy, square, suffocating, strict and regimented ancient Chinese mansion.
——【Middle Ages】In the private domain of the Spire, ever since the first day when the Wuyan Tower issued a challenge to it, all organizations have tacitly excluded 【Middle Ages】from their activities.
Even though slandering the previous owner was not a wise move and might cause the current owner to be wary, Bai Rui still wanted to make one point: every time he entered this room, he felt as if he was in the small square box where the lower-class people were placed after their death.
coffin.
Bai Rui barely picked out a word from the literature and chewed on it.
Mo Yi chuckled when he heard that. The person sitting at the top had a beautiful snake body wrapped around him like silver threads. He pinched the snake's mouth, and his expression was just like the leader of Wu Yan Tower, with a deliberate imitation of gentleness, "Bai Rui, you are the same as always."
In the dim light, Bai Rui slowly moved his Adam's apple and forced himself to swallow the nausea that was rushing up his throat.
As usual in the Middle Ages, being played with at will?
After looking at Mo Yi who betrayed [Perilla] and pretended to be tolerant, Bai Rui turned the beads in his hand several times before he barely suppressed the urge to see blood on the spot.
Why had he never discovered that the Middle Ages was such a rotten organization before? He carefully recalled the conversation between Mo Yi and him. This person seemed to have been sitting in that position, the upper position.
"On the contrary, I think it might be Xu Yinmo." Mo Yi smiled and taught, "He needs a token of allegiance... Even if the leader of Wu Yan Tower doesn't want it, his cadres have to accept it. Hmm... have to, a good word."
Listening to his explanation, Bai Rui turned the beads, and his mind suddenly remembered that Shen Jian was also in the darkness, with a completely different expression on his face from Mo Yi, a calm, silent and bored look.
The two men are very different.
He coldly concluded the evaluation comparison results.
"...Mo Yi." Bai Rui said, he weighed his words and looked at the person he had followed for a long time.
"Um?"
"The conditions given to me by Wu Yan Tower."
Mo Yi understood very well. The so-called condition was to give [Perilla] a buffer time like giving it to [Middle Ages].
[Middle Ages] paid for research information, so what did [Perilla] pay for?
Mo Yi slowly stroked the silver snake's head, his thumb blocking the snake's vertical pupils that were flashing scarlet light, and still looked at Bai Rui gently.
Bai Rui slowly uttered the only important topic that the two of them cared about today, "This is for you. If I hand this to you, he will consider that I have done nothing wrong."
He closed his eyes tiredly and helplessly, half leaning back in the chair. The hollow wooden surface of the chair stung his back, like a hopeless insect that had plunged into a swamp and was struggling with all its might.
"...This is all I can do, Mo Yi, forgive me." Bai Rui said weakly.
"It should be the weapons information. Ah, how should I put it? I knew he would do this."
Mo Yi flipped through the folded cube thoughtfully, but did not open it rashly. Instead, he kept it hanging and comforted Bai Rui with a smile, "What's this? Don't take it to heart."
He turned and continued to look at the paper cube that he was grinding in his hand. "He is still so concerned about this precarious balance..."
His old master despised his present master.
Bai Rui sat on the sandalwood chair, stroking the beads, and examining everything almost impartially.
"The leader of Wu Yan Tower..." Mo Yi sighed, "and his only weakness is enough to kill him."
...Even if you say so, Mo Yi.
Bai Rui finally dealt with everything. He turned around and walked out of the room that looked like a spider web cocoon, thinking deeply.
Even if you say so...
Have you not yet realized that since the first day of the meeting, all your words and actions have been influenced by the leader you despise?
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