Chapter 150 Fang Tong (3)
She was about to ask, "Where's your wife?" when she turned around and saw the door open again. A red-haired girl came out. She had fair skin and, despite wearing oversized men's trousers and a shirt, her figure still showed off her slender waist and plump breasts.
The girl was crouching down, holding a pile of clothes in her arms. When she looked up, she met Chu Wang's eyes. The moment their eyes met, she immediately lowered her head and slipped away.
There are many young people in the base, and even more single men and women, but there are too many people and too few places. Girls who are a little pretty are mostly held in the palms of these gentlemen, and most of them are arrogant.
Chu Wang knew the girl by name, so she knew she wasn't John's wife. She smiled inwardly, feeling that John was truly lucky to have landed such a beautiful woman at the first beer party he'd just arrived at the base.
Handsome men and beautiful women, young and energetic, full of passion, and it is the transition between spring and summer, so it is very dry. Love is a normal human emotion, inevitable and understandable.
So she immediately turned her face away and pretended to stare at the wormwood in the grass, as a way of showing a little friendliness to the new neighbor.
But Robert didn't want to miss the opportunity to tease the newcomer. He closed the book, smiled, and shouted enthusiastically, "Good morning, Lilith~"
Lilith stopped and ran away with a pile of dirty clothes.
The veins on John's face throbbed.
Robert even shouted into the wind, "Did you sleep well last night, Lilith?"
Further ahead is the living quarters for the idle wives. Initially a simple afternoon tea room, it gradually evolved into a mensah, cafe, pub, and tailor shop. Recently, a bone-setting parlor opened because a renowned Chinese doctor at the hospital massaged an exhausted Polish mathematics professor, who raved about the results and urged his friends to seek treatment from the old man. The old man, overwhelmed, had to request external assistance. Initially, British and American superiors were reluctant to spend money on transferring doctors, but the number of requests kept growing. To save money, the old man recommended three acupuncturists from Sichuan. The white doctors at the hospital weren't impressed, so the officers, engineers, and their wives at the base built a small shed for them. It opened the day before yesterday, and for the past two days, the shop has been a constant stream of visitors. She hadn't been there yet, but Xie Zeyi happened to be out today, so she decided to check it out after work this afternoon.
Many of the workers and repairmen hired to build the house were early risers, and some of the ladies would go to the laundry room to wash their clothes after breakfast. As people began to emerge after eight o'clock, Lilith quickly disappeared into the crowd.
The three of them walked outside the mensa, and John bought a cheese baguette.
Chu Wang suddenly became curious. "There are over 3,000 single men in the base, most of them in their early twenties. But there are only about 600 single women. It's extremely difficult for them to apply for opportunities to go out. I wonder how they usually take care of their personal needs?"
The two of them were known for their frank conversations, and Orben had no hesitation in revealing the men's secrets to her: "Every man is told before he enters the base that he can apply for medication from the military to stop having sexual thoughts. Is that right, John?"
Being unexpectedly asked about his privacy in front of the lady, John coughed twice, smiled and nodded.
"Short-term chemical castration," she pondered for a moment, "but only in a very small number of cases?"
"As far as I know, there are only three."
"What else?"
"Deep in the swamps dozens of kilometers from the W base, the military has thoughtfully set up another compound. It's filled with women of various nationalities, of varying skin colors and origins. They often go out together in nearby towns, and many people have seen them. The other day, a car washer said he'd seen several of these women before entering the base. They said their clients were sturdy, armed white and Chinese men."
"What about the engineers?"
"Application forms will be put into the mailboxes of single men at 7pm every day."
"ha."
She couldn't help laughing out loud - it was a combination of high humanity and bureaucracy, so it must be the British rules. Probably no one in the base knew more than the one in her family.
Robert was worried about the chaos in the world: "Xie never told you?"
Before she could answer, she heard the screams of a pig being slaughtered coming from a nearby bone-setting shop. The three of them squinted their eyes and looked over: several white men, staunch believers in traditional Chinese medicine, had already woken up half an hour earlier to loosen up their muscles and bones. The one following them was Fermi.
Seeing John eager to pay his respects, Chu Wang quickly interrupted, "I heard you've been carrying a copy of Shuxue with you lately."
Fermi immediately pulled the yellow pages from his pocket and waved it at the others like a martial arts treasure. "Acupuncture has miraculous effects on white people." Seeing Robert's lip curl, he asked, "Have you been reading the Tao Te Ching lately?"
Robert disagreed: "This is a very classic philosophy book."
John's jaw dropped when he saw that all the physics masters began to believe in unorthodox teachings.
The two argued for a long time in Chinese, using a college-level CET-6 level. Robert turned to Chu Wang and asked, "If you had a foreign friend who had a decent command of Chinese, would you recommend the Tao Te Ching or a book on traditional Chinese medicine?"
After thinking for a while, she answered truthfully: "I don't really understand."
She was really ashamed.
The two refused to let her go, and with their gazes fixed on both sides, she had no choice but to surrender. "I can't recommend books. If my friends are tired of reading, I might recommend a massage parlor."
Fermi smiled.
Robert stared at her for a while, then turned and said nonchalantly, "Oh, Enrique, you know, the most enviable model couple in our base, the husband never told his wife anything about the 'Secret Base for Men'."
Fermi became interested: "Oh?"
Lately, the team has been more interested in her marriage than the research itself. Due to internal conflicts within the lab, the time and location for the test explosions, which are the lifeblood of Team I, have to go through an incredibly complex process of applying to the military for approval at every level. After a long wait, the likely outcome is rejection.
There were more than one group at W Base, but they only shared a small amount of data. Because test explosions were always difficult to approve, they were often not among the first to receive new data and precious raw materials when they were delivered. Not only did their data always lag far behind other groups, but they also received the cold shoulder from other members in public areas for being "incompetent."
Regulations required the military and engineers to maintain strict confidentiality regarding their daily work, and this was especially true for her and Xie Zeyi. The eavesdropping-proof pocket watch that Bron had given Xie Zeyi, allowing him to privately disassemble and reassemble it, came in handy. Initially, the anti-eavesdropping feature was only used in emergencies. One day, afterward, she accidentally revealed the i-Team's predicament to him, and he thought about it and told her he might have a solution.
He was indeed good at this. Every subsequent test explosion application was approved by the military in a timely manner, and the approval notice was delivered promptly.
Unfortunately, there's no gain without gain. During every period of anti-surveillance, when she asked him for a favor, Xie Zeyi almost always agreed, then whispered in her ear, gently and sweetly, "...So, how are you going to repay me?"
After so many times, almost everyone knew that this was Xie Zeyi's achievement, and of course they also understood who was whispering in his ear.
The two people beside her were chattering about her and Xie Zeyi's gossip, but she pretended not to understand.
When they reached the intersection between the laboratory and the test area, she thought for a moment and said, "You two go back to the lab and talk slowly. I'll go take a look at the rampart."
Fermi had to help the newcomer familiarize herself with the work, and Robert's dozen engineers and more than twenty computers were also unable to get away, so he had to let her walk a kilometer to the second fortress by herself.
At nearly 3,000 meters above sea level, the sun in the wilderness is intense even in late spring. Furthermore, the site is built on 14 kilometers of Gobi Desert, creating a double barrier of intense sandstorms. Fieldwork is arduous, and white people are prone to sunburn, so few people want to do it. She truly enjoys it and has volunteered to spend one day a week in the field.
Later, several of my computer staff members took leave for various reasons, and my only female engineer accidentally developed a minor skin condition last week. Since she doesn't tan easily, and doesn't burn easily, she had to do the work of three people alone this week.
Occasionally, she forgot her parasol, and the wind was so strong that it got in the way when she was taking notes. So her colleagues worked together to set up a parasol and a small wicker chair for her at the first and second levels of the fortress. The handles of the parasol and the chair were three or four feet longer than normal, the extra length sunk deep into the sand to prevent it from being blown away by the wind, and the part that extended above the ground to prevent it from being buried by the wind and sand.
The second fortress was fourteen kilometers from the test center, while the first fortress was seven kilometers away. Both were four-meter-high, wall-like, circular fortresses. However, only conventional bomb implosion experiments with a nuclear equivalent would be conducted here; no actual explosions would take place. Only after this successful test explosion could a full-fledged fortress be constructed thousands of kilometers away in the northern Gobi Desert based on the results of this test.
She dusted off the wicker chair and sat on the double fort for most of the day. As the sun was setting, John came over with iced juice and a parasol. He said he had nothing to do that afternoon and that the latest newspaper had been delivered, so Fermi asked him to bring it to her and take in the Gobi scenery.
She took the juice with a smile, drank two sips, and then her smile stopped instantly. She frowned and asked, "Why bitter melon juice?"
John laughed, "They say it's good for the skin."
She was miserable and puzzled. "There's a shortage of everything here, except fruit. Why bitter melon?"
The newcomer had no choice but to strike up a conversation: "We have everything we need here, except news."
Her mouth was filled with bitterness and she just wanted to drag the culprit out and give him a good beating.
John took out the newspaper from his pocket: "They told me to show it to you immediately..."
Whenever news from outside comes in, it must be handed to her first. This is an unspoken rule between her and Xie Zeyi.
She wiped her hands, took the newspaper, and quickly read through it, whether it was in English or traditional Chinese.
Without the "Third Encirclement and Suppression Campaign" and anti-Chiang armed forces, the South Manchuria Railway and the Beidaying Camp would still be in existence;
Gandhi was imprisoned and Abanlia flew to Iceland; however, the Japanese had not yet attempted to seize power in Manchuria and Mongolia, nor had they entered Shanghai, so there was neither September 18th nor January 28th.
Just because it hasn't happened yet doesn't mean it will never happen, so she remains vigilant and keeps up with the news. However, she's still in a good mood and decided to start her craft early today.
John was surprised: "Read so fast?"
She wasn't reading the article, she was just capturing key words, so of course she was fast.
The two men walked down the fortress, out of the next door, and returned to the base when the sun was about to set.
As she walked outside the physiotherapy shop, she suddenly had an idea and turned to John and asked, "You also think the sound insulation of the temporary shed is very poor, right?"
John obviously didn't expect her to ask this question, and his face flushed. "Sorry... I just arrived at the base yesterday, and I was a little excited. I drank at the club until three o'clock, and I was quite drunk when I came back... I'll remember to pay attention next time."
Ah, it turns out he didn’t hear it last night.
"It's okay, it's human nature, we understand and forgive each other," she smiled slyly, "would you like to go home directly?"
"Dr. Fermi asked me to go back to the lab and see him."
She thought for a moment and said, "Then could you do me a favor?"
"What?"
"Borrow the Shuxuexue from him for me for one night."
John was surprised: "You all believe in this. Is it really useful?"
"Of course." She smiled, showing off her two rows of white teeth. "You'll soon find out...it's really useful."
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