Chapter 22 (8.17 Bug Fix)
Late at night, thick black velvet curtains were drawn over the glass windows of the leadership room, warm lights were spread on the table and carpet, and the cloak that Shen Jian took off was draped on the long sofa opposite the assistant's desk. Everything seemed so drowsy.
But this was already the fourth night that Shen Jian had endured, and the second to last night before the war. Tomorrow morning, the Middle Ages would formally declare war on the Wuyan Tower.
It's not that he couldn't sleep, but he had a thick stack of real-time documents waiting for him to make decisions, thousands or even tens of thousands of top talents in the same camp waiting for him to pass all instructions, and finally, he had tens of millions of civilians who were about to be dragged into the war.
The office was unusually quiet at this time. Normally, there would be at least one person reviewing documents with him even at this time.
Shen Jian calmly looked at the front-line list under the light, seemingly thinking, but his eyes stayed on the same page and did not move.
After a moment, he put the documents down, left his leader's seat for the first time and sat on the couch, leaning his back against his cloak, calmly gazing at the ceiling which was emitting soft light.
“Solomon, give the order. No one is allowed to enter here for the next half hour.” Shen Jian said, watching Solomon immediately tick the boxes after calling up the corresponding communication numbers, and slowly lowered his eyes.
A green dot will be displayed when the communication is sent successfully, but a red check mark will only be displayed when the person communicating has accepted and viewed it.
But the communication sent at this moment was a glaring red on Solomon's display screen, with no green at all.
Shen Jian turned his head to look at the watch, it was 4:20 in the morning.
It seems that he is not the only one who suffers from insomnia, but Shen Jian is sure that his subordinates are not suffering from the same reason as him... At least they are not due to anxiety, but perhaps over-excitement?
He did not have any negative impact on what he was about to face. Shen Jian always had great confidence in his decisions. He was rational and calm, but he would never turn back until he hit a wall on some things.
“…It’s just that I rarely have time to think and settle down alone…” Shen Jian was silent for a while and murmured.
So many things happened during this period that he didn't even have a moment to sort them out.
Solomon's mechanical arm slowly emerged from the opening, carrying a tray and placing it on the small round coffee table next to the sofa: "Supreme Authority, would you like a cup of coffee?"
"I put three cubes of sugar and double the milk, and prepared three other snacks. I hope you don't mind. These are perfect for a nighttime chat."
Shen Jian came back to his senses and looked at the small desserts and milk biscuits suitable for good babies with amusement, “What does Yun like?”
"Yes. Mother often eats it when she wakes up at this time."
The heavy atmosphere suddenly froze. Shen Jian tried to ignore the title, but in the end he couldn't help his curiosity, "You call Yun... mother?"
"Yes. The one with the highest authority. Mother created me."
Shen Jian fell into deep thought: "But Yun is a man, you should call him father? Although he is still very young——"
For this reason, Shen Jian did not agree to let Yun join the front line. He activated Solomon made by Yun, but Yun himself pestered him for a week and did not shake Shen Jian's determination to reject him.
Oh, how small is he? Not even up to Shen Jian's waist, his skinny arms and legs look like they can be broken with just a bend, without even the use of gunpowder.
...This metaphor was said by Shen Xiuzhu. At that time, Shen Jian glanced at the child's face through Shen Xiuzhu's projection and his face turned red.
Yun only worked in the computer room for a few hours every day, and Shen Jian's ruthless capitalist heart was aching. He didn't want to add another crime of "hiring child labor" after his crime of "forcing" his subordinates to roll up their sleeves and work overtime.
Yun compromised, but he asked Shen Jian to allow him to join a plan, and this time Shen Jian agreed.
“…”
Solomon did not respond. Shen Jian was sure that it was evaluating something. Two seconds later, it seemed to confirm something - perhaps it confirmed that it would not be beaten - because it had no sense of pain, so it showed an ancient smiley face and told the truth: "In fact, my highest authority is called father in my program, so..."
"Cough, cough, cough..." Shen Jian choked on a mouthful of coffee and weakly pinched the cup and put it on the table, "Okay, okay, I know it's not easy for you, let's stop this topic..."
He was not even twenty-one years old when he had the idea of having a child. In fact, since he had handled countless cases of emotional disputes, he avoided the term "falling in love and starting a family" and kept his distance from it.
At the moment, the only thing on his mind was the Wuyan Tower and the elusive rat... he meant, the original owner.
Speaking of the original owner, Shen Jian raised his head slightly, feeling the heat from his cloak, so he pulled it out and put it on the hanger in the corner, trying to use the iron to smooth out the wrinkles.
"If Shen An sees the wrinkled cloak tomorrow morning, he will annoy me to death..." Shen Jian murmured.
I don't know if they treated the original owner with the same dedication and hard work as they did to him.
Thinking of this, the corners of Shen Jian's mouth suddenly straightened, and the ironing machine was unconsciously turned to the maximum, making a sizzling sound of electricity.
Shen Jian has an extremely strong sense of territory——
He explained to his subordinates that the main reason why he started this war was because he suspected that [Middle Ages] and the original owner had jointly set up the trap that put him in his current situation. This was his personal reason.
Although his subordinates seemed to be much more angry about this reason than he was... In their view, as the leader of the Tower of Invisibility, even a single offense from the Middle Ages was enough for him to send troops, and this was also the unanimous attitude of the upper-level organization.
In their view, dignity cannot be offended, and honor is placed above any research. To a certain extent, the provocation of [Middle Ages] to Shen Jian at the Spire Conference was equivalent to stepping on the face of the entire Wuyan Tower, and any large organization would not give up.
"Looks like the knight class of the ancient times." Shen Jian commented, holding the cloak that was almost burned with a hole by the overheated ironing machine a little further away.
Solomon immediately stepped forward to take the still steaming machine, and its excellent logic system quickly made him understand what Shen Jian was thinking: “Are you referring to the situational will advocated by the upper-level organization?”
His mechanical arm held the ironing machine steadily, and the display screen blinked with a dot-eyed expression. "Yes, in order to consolidate the class status, it is very common to conduct brainwashing-style loyalty education to subordinates selected from the lower class."
"Nothing could be more in line with the chivalry spirit that has rich historical experience in ancient times and satisfies the sense of ritual of the upper class aristocracy."
Shen Jian was soaking a piece of cloth in the cold water from Solomon's other mechanical arm, and smiled when he heard this: "You look like a loyal supporter of groundism now."
"In fact, you know, my mother is a staunch supporter of groundism." Solomon said, "but I will now take your instructions as the highest priority."
"So you are testing my position? So as to determine your own prior logic." Shen Jian turned his head to look at Solomon's big eyes, his hands constantly wringing out the wet cloth, and then covering the place on the cloak where a few black scorch marks were burned.
"Is it because I'm going to start using you? I wasn't so anxious before."
"Your analysis is perfect. I am proud to have you as my highest authority." Solomon removed the cold water. "My logic library calculated that there is an 85% chance that the leader will regard a subordinate like me as a traitor. But I really don't know how to deal with this war."
"I need to analyze the captured data, but my two different sets of opinion data are fighting. Oh, this is how humans describe it."
"That's because you didn't calculate with my thinking." Shen Jian said carelessly, and he suggested, "You can try it next time. I don't mind this."
Solomon's expression suddenly flickered for two seconds as if a wire was disconnected, for the trust and tolerance contained in this promise.
Simulate the mind of a leader - his quiet promise that it probes his heart, his trust in it, a mechanical process of delivery.
Solomon's independent simulated personality program was briefly confused and had to separate the data and sort it out briefly.
"Perhaps I can now understand why your subordinates treat you as a god."
Shen Jian sighed, and wiped the stubborn burn marks twice again, then said helplessly: "Have you ever seen a follower of a god dare to ask for a promise from the god, or even force him to sleep five hours a day?"
He is clearly a creditor who owes money. He is watching the person he just got money from and is protecting his hands nervously, fearing that the person he just got money from will run away. He is just waiting to fatten the person up before asking for his compensation.
If it weren't for this, he would have had time to sort out his thoughts. Unlike now, he is still hesitating whether to tell them...
Shen Jian was silent for a while, then looked at the figure in military uniform who opened the door and came in.
"...Xu Yinmo?" Shen Jian was a little surprised. He checked his watch and said, "There are still fifteen minutes left."
Xu Yinmo certainly knew that Shen Jian was referring to the thirty-minute order he had conveyed, but he still took a step forward. He had already changed into a military uniform of the same color and did not feel any discomfort. He had long been accustomed to these things, including the cold and hard military orders and the confinement of military uniforms.
But he was silent for a while, looking at Shen Jian quietly, and suddenly asked after a moment: “Sir?”
Shen Jian paused for a moment while taking off his cloak, and he looked up at Xu Yinmo.
"They call you sir." Xu Yinmo lowered his eyes to avoid exposing his wavering expression in front of Shen Jian, "You and Shen..."
"Xu Yinmo." Shen Jian quickly interrupted him, calmly stepped forward and put his hand on his shoulder. Xu Yinmo almost knelt down, so Shen Jian also knelt on one knee, and the half-fixed cloak fell to the ground.
He knew what Xu Yinmo wanted to say, and he had to comfort him. Anyone could be shaken, but Xu Yinmo couldn't be shaken now.
"What do you want to know?" he asked.
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