You Say You Believe in Science, But You Fly on a Sword - Chapter 92
Chapter 92: Find The Young Madam Quickly
The Cybersecurity Department. Bai Ruoyu finished work, handled the remaining tasks at home, then took out his cell phone to check for any major news.
Then he saw the footage from today’s News Broadcast.
Like President of the United States and most military fans, he also saw the fleeting black and red mech in the camera.
“Why haven’t I seen this mech before? Is it a newly developed weapon? ”
Bai Ruoyu paused the video and carefully observed it.
From his unprofessional and amateur perspective, he could see a lot. For example, it was a mech, it was a mix of red and black, and currently, China certainly didn’t have many mechs.
Because it looked extremely advanced, as if it weren’t a product of this era. From the outside, it seemed unremarkable, but everyone knew that this meant the mech’s attack methods were hidden.
The unknown is the most terrifying.
Since the mech is so advanced, it is destined that there won’t be many in China. Whether it’s funding or technology, it’s not enough for mass production of mechs for the time being.
So Bai Ruoyu directly opened Uncle Wang’s chat box, and then…
Sansheng Bujian: Did you see the nation’s mech?
Uncle Wang: Yes, Young Master, what’s wrong?
Sansheng Bujian: Help me keep an eye out, if there’s a donation channel, donate five hundred thousand first.
Uncle Wang: …You said that so casually.
Sansheng Bujian: Uncle Wang, you don’t understand! Although we trust the nation, isn’t it better to contribute to the nation? Especially these, we must support them. Donate more, donate more, our family company has always wanted better development, according to the nation’s trend, as long as we can keep up, there will definitely be something to gain. If you understand, do it quickly.
Uncle Wang: Okay, I’ll do it now.
Uncle Wang: Young Master, do you know? Young Miss Zhao is back.
Looking at this message, Bai Ruoyu’s hands, which were usually so fast at typing that they left afterimages on the keyboard, suddenly stopped.
He opened and closed the keyboard, opened and closed it again…
But he didn’t say anything.
Bai Ruoyu, whose mind was usually sharp and could always respond to anything others said, was now silent.
Uncle Wang saw Bai Ruoyu’s name change to “The other party is typing,” then back, then again, repeatedly several times. He immediately understood what the young man was thinking.
He practically watched Bai Ruoyu grow up. It’s no exaggeration to say that he knew why Bai Ruoyu farted even before he did.
Uncle Wang pondered, already making plans in his mind.
Uncle Wang: Actually, Young Miss Zhao Menghan is quite good. Wasn’t your relationship pretty good before? It was just a misunderstanding.
He spoke implicitly, but Bai Ruoyu understood his meaning, and knew what caused the misunderstanding.
Sansheng Bujian: She’s so close to me yet she wouldn’t believe me, what could I do? It’s a good thing she’s not around me now; otherwise, she might betray me anytime.
Uncle Wang saw the message and couldn’t help but think: If I hadn’t been involved in those things, I would probably think you…
Although he thought so, with the goal of quickly finding a partner for the Young Master so that a young mistress could manage him and he could have less work, Uncle Wang conscientiously started his countless attempts at working on Bai Ruoyu’s thinking.
But clearly, Bai Ruoyu was used to Uncle Wang’s persuasion and skillfully used the threat of “salary deduction” to successfully shut him up.
Seeing that Bai Ruoyu was impervious to reason, Uncle Wang sighed, opened his phone’s contact list, found a contact marked “Young Miss Zhao,” hesitated for a long time, and finally decisively clicked!
At the same time, he thought to himself: I’m sorry, Young Master, but I have to do this!
The only way he could think of was to be direct. Because he himself didn’t have much education; in that era, two or three decades ago, the general education level wasn’t high.
But for the Young Master and Miss Zhao’s lifelong happiness, Old Wang was willing to wake up the brain cells that hadn’t moved for thousands of years, even if it killed a few dozen of them!
Uncle Wang, whose life was destined to be spent working for the Young Master, endured this hardship for the future of the Young Master and his future young mistress. A few brain cells were nothing! Just grit your teeth and do it!
…
In the past few days, the Ministry of Construction has issued articles clearly stating that within three weeks, seventy-two nuclear fusion launch towers will be built across the national borders to provide energy for the plasma shield.
Originally, the Ministry of Construction planned for about fifty, but at Su Qin’an’s suggestion, they increased it to seventy-two.
Double Tiangang, with its own Disha, combined with China’s own dragon veins and national fortune, as long as someone uses the launch towers as formation points, even if the plasma shield breaks, the barrier will not break.
As long as the formation point damage doesn’t reach half, the barrier won’t be greatly affected. Even if someone is envious and wants to destroy China’s launch towers, three or five launch towers will have a negligible impact on the entire formation.
How tough is such a barrier?
Even if all the Great Ascension Realm experts in the West combined, they might not be able to break it.
But having said that, any technological creation has instability, it’s just a matter of how unstable. Su Qin’an using the launch towers as formation points is a double insurance for China’s national security.
In order to better inspire national enthusiasm and unity, starting from the next day, the daily News Broadcast will have special footage showing the construction progress of the nuclear fusion launch towers on China’s border in real time, showing the country’s importance to this matter.
In order to complete the work as soon as possible, the Ministry of Public Security even sent people to participate, just to shorten the construction period.
It was already December, the temperature had plummeted, but the young men at the construction site were all sweating, some didn’t even wear their coats, still working until they were drenched in sweat.
“Brother, let us in. Our school is on holiday, we just came to help, absolutely not skipping class! ”
“Do you think I’m stupid? Mid-December, which high school lets out this early? Go back and study hard. Your contribution to the country by studying is much greater than helping us carry bricks here! ”
“Yeah, go back to study, or I’ll call your homeroom teacher! ”
The woman next to him patted her younger brother’s head, then handed the large, extra-large insulated lunch box she was carrying to the soldier standing guard at the entrance: “Little brother, this is the old hen soup our family made. Seeing how hard you’re working, take it and have some! ”
Immediately, an older woman squeezed over: “Exactly, I have some too, take it…”
“Hey, no, beautiful… Aunt…”
“Who are you calling aunt?!”
The older woman shouted angrily: “Take it! Call me aunt again and I’ll turn on you! ”
“…Okay, A… no, okay, older sister…”
Similar scenes were played out at various launch tower construction sites. Although the soldiers on duty politely refused, the people’s enthusiasm remained high. Some even stuffed food into the duty room and ran away, making the sentries quite helpless.
…
Northwest China, in a very secluded and dim mansion, a man in black pajamas, with half a cigarette in his mouth, was answering a phone call.
“…The recent actions are almost done, we’ll leave tomorrow, remember to take the money and everything. ”
The man took a deep drag of his cigarette, coughed twice, coughed out the smoke, and then continued: “Remember to install everything we left behind, don’t make any mistakes. ”
The other end of the phone said something, and the man nodded, saying, “Go do it,” and hung up.
The room’s lights weren’t bright, the dim light allowed one to barely make out the man’s face.
He looked to be thirty or forty, but he didn’t look like a greasy uncle; instead, he was quite handsome. In his youth, he should have been a talent who could easily attract young girls.
But his eyes didn’t match his face. They held a deep gloom, as if he had a grudge against everyone he met.
If you put him in front of a child, you’d probably scare the child into not even crying.