Chapter 100 Forsythia
Bai Zhen hammered a nail on the wall of his living room and then hung a countdown sign - there are 1849 days left until the end of the world.
According to BG4MSR, the world was destroyed when she was three years old, and she will be 19 years old in 2040, so the disaster should come in 2024. Today is December 7, 2019, which is exactly five years and a half months away from the end of the world. Bai Zhen counted on his fingers, three hundred and sixty-five times five, plus twenty-four days, and finally got one thousand eight hundred and forty-nine. This is the last peaceful time left for the people on Earth.
Regardless of whether the number is accurate or not, at least the atmosphere is there.
Wang Ning stood beside the sofa with his arms folded, looking around for a while, and expressed his experienced opinion as a section-level cadre: "It would be better to move it up one or two centimeters."
All leaders are like this. In situations where it doesn't matter whether they need to express their opinions or not, they always give some harmless guiding opinions to demonstrate their foresight that is superior to everyone else.
Wang Ning is just a section chief and can only express opinions of one centimeter.
If he were a department-level cadre, he would be raised at least one meter.
Zhao Bowen was still on the phone. Old Zhao was really busy. There were four mobile phones on the coffee table in front of him. They rang in turn once an hour on average. After one phone rang, another one would ring and he couldn't answer them all. It was like playing whack-a-mole.
"Is it swollen?" Lao Zhao asked loudly, "Is it swollen?"
The person on the other end of the phone was an old expert from Henan whose hearing was not very good.
A few seconds later, Lao Zhao smiled happily.
"Ah--good! Swollen! Swollen!"
After hanging up the phone, Zhao Bowen immediately picked up another phone that had been ringing for a long time. He looked at the caller ID and saw that it was from Harbin Institute of Technology.
"Hello?"
"What? What's not working?"
"Oh my god, poke it, yes, poke it! Can you tell where it is? There's no one as fierce as you in the whole city of Harbin..."
Lao Zhao is proficient in several foreign languages and can switch seamlessly between Henan dialect and Northeastern dialect.
A huge action framework is being built through the cellular communication network of mobile phones and the Internet. This huge network is centered on the living room of Bai Zhen's home in Unit 2, Building 11, Zhongqinyuan, Meihua Villa, Alfalfa Garden Street, Qinhuai District, Nanjing, and is secretly radiating to every corner of the country with major domestic top universities, research institutes and administrative departments as the fulcrum. Zhao Bowen is very busy, but he is not the busiest. The Changchun Institute of Optics, Fine Mechanics and Physics is busier than him, and the Eighth and Fifth Academy of Aerospace are also busier than him. This is an unprecedented super strategic support. Huge amounts of manpower and material resources have been mobilized just to help the child who will be supporting himself 20 years later.
She is still waiting, waiting for this long-destroyed world to bring her a turning point.
Bai Yang once told her, "You must have confidence, Miss! The Party and the country will not abandon anyone."
Even if we are all dead in twenty years, we will still save you.
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Bai Yang spoke in a very arrogant manner, but he was trembling with fear now.
He was being followed.
Or rather, following.
Good man, I didn't expect that my appearance would attract the attention of lawless people? Was he trying to rob me of my money or my body? Was I going to meet with an accident? Tomorrow morning, the news in Nanjing would not say that a young man's body was found in the moat, wearing the uniform of the Affiliated High School of Nanjing University of Aeronautics and Astronautics? Bai Yang couldn't figure it out, but he didn't have time to think about it now. The tall shadow behind him was still far behind him. He turned left, and the shadow also turned left. He turned right, and the shadow also turned right. No matter how he tried to shake it off, he couldn't get rid of it.
Bai Yang knew who that person was—it was the tall sister he met today on Zijin Bridge and at dinner. He had run into her three times in two days. Her height really stood out from the crowd, so it was hard not to recognize her. But why was she following him all the time?
Bai Yang walked into the gate of Meihua Villa community, and the sister followed him in. Bai Yang stepped into the door of Building 11, and the sister followed him.
If you continue like this, it will follow you back home.
In the end, Bai Yang was really pushed to the limit, and he gritted his teeth and decided to accept being raped by the beautiful older sister! Anyway, this was downstairs of his home, and he didn't believe that the other party would dare to do anything that was against the will of heaven and earth and outrageous.
He stopped, turned around, and asked loudly: "Sister, why have you been following me?"
The young girl was startled, took two steps closer, and pointed at herself, "Are you talking to me?"
"Yes, why do you keep following me?"
"Follow you? Who followed you." The girl shook her head, her eyes revealing disdain as if she was looking at a lunatic. She looked up and down at Bai Yang, and her expression clearly said, "Who are you?"
She pointed upward.
"I live here."
"You...you live here?" This answer surprised Bai Yang. Bai Yang has lived in this building for more than ten years and has never seen such a person.
How come he never knew he had such a neighbor?
"I just moved here. I live in 703." The girl said, "Do you live here too?"
"Eighth floor."
Bai Yang still remained skeptical. You live in 703? When did you move in? Why have I never seen you before? Did you make up an excuse when you were caught?
The girl ignored him and turned to go upstairs first. Bai Yang followed her. The two climbed up step by step to the seventh floor. Bai Yang saw her take out the key from her pocket and open the door of No. 703.
With a creak, the door really opened. The tall sister pulled the door handle, stepped halfway in, and turned around to look at Bai Yang. It was obvious that she was asking, "Did you see it? I really live here. Who are you? I'm following you? Why don't you look in the mirror?"
The door slammed shut and Bai Yang stood there blankly, his face slowly turning red.
He slowly raised his hands to cover his face.
Oh my god - this is too social.
The earth is no longer hospitable.
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"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing." After Zhao Bowen finished the call, he took out a tablet from his bag, opened it and handed it to Bai Zhen, "It was sent by my superior."
Bai Zhen put down the pen in his hand and took the tablet. Wang Ning beside him also came over to take a look.
On the tablet was someone's detailed personal information. Looking at the ID photo, it was a young girl with short black hair, about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with bright eyes staring straight into the camera.
"Name: Lian Qiao."
“Nationality: Han.”
"Height 175cm, weight 58kg."
"Date of birth July 24, 1995..."
The two of them read the contents of the form in a low voice while scrolling down.
"The Chinese People's Armed Police Force..."
"One machine total."
"Captain?"
"What is this?" Bai Zhen raised his head and asked, he was confused.
"Counselor." Old Zhao moved another large stack of information from under the coffee table, panting. "This is the counselor assigned to Yang Yang by the higher-ups to help look after him. Before joining the army, he was a national defense student who graduated from Beijing Normal University with a major in psychology... By the way, he's also a good fighter, and he won the detachment's martial arts competition champion."
(End of this chapter)
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