Noticing the change in Zhang Qubing's eyes, recalling that Xue Yueyue said he was a fanatical admirer of the "Salvation Army", Hong Guangming put the stack of bills in his pocket and muttered:
"Didn't I spend my life trying to make my children and grandchildren have a better life?"
He immediately waved his hand:
"Okay, let's go in and get your pass."
This wave is the right hand of the non-mechanical arm.
Seeing Hong Guangming limping back to the "Wubei Management Committee" building, Jiang Baimian glanced sideways at Shang Jianyao again.
Shang Jianyao's expression was condensed, and he seemed a little confused and a little lost.
"Let's go, aren't you mentally prepared?" Jiang Baimian urged him.
Shang Jianyao sighed and said:
"You do not understand."
Seeing Jiang Baimian narrowing his eyes slightly, he hurriedly added:
"Reality is reality, ideal is ideal. When there is a gap between the two, emotions are always affected. For example, Xiaohong..."
"Stop!" Jiang Baimian and Long Yuehong said at the same time, interrupting Shang Jianyao's metaphor that might be very magical.
Ding Ling didn't really understand the way they got along with each other, so she could only sit on the sidelines without interfering.
Soon, the "Old Tune Team" returned to Hong Guangming's office.
Hong Guangming said while burying his head in issuing the pass:
"Take out all the bills on you, and I'll check."
"Is this also checked?" Jiang Baimian was quite puzzled.
For polite and good-looking women, Hong Guangming is quite tolerant:
"The routine inspection is mainly because you are afraid that you will bring a large number of fake bills into the country."
Ding Ling explained next to him:
"Our bills are all made of plastic, and ordinary people can't forge them, they have neither the source of the material nor the corresponding machine.
"But the big forces like the 'First City' can do it, so one of the duties of our border settlements, immigration offices and security inspection offices is to intercept fake bills from outside."
That's it... In the old world, any small factory, or even a family workshop, could make those small plastic cards. Well, this was the convenience brought by the highly mature industrial system at that time. Today's dust, just to obtain oil It's a difficult thing... Jiang Baimian suddenly sighed.
This is the difference between the old and the new.
Ding Ling turned to Hong Guangming and said:
"Grandpa Hong, all the bills on them were exchanged for them yesterday."
"Then there is no problem." Hong Guangming's steel arm snapped out a key, opened the mechanical lock of the drawer below, and took out the official seal and ink pad from inside.
Slap, he put a big bright red seal on the pass.
After Jiang Baimian took over the pass, he found that there were two more sentences in it besides the regular content:
"This pass does not contain intelligent robots.
"When the four personnel enter the settlement, they cannot carry heavy weapons, high-tech equipment, or carry crates."
"Thank you, Director Hong." Jiang Baimian finally expressed his sincere thanks.
Although there are many restrictions, with such a pass, the journey after the "Old Tune Group" will be much easier, especially when it comes to replenishing supplies, it will be more convenient, allowing them to go straight to the icefield without distractions.
After leaving the "Wubei Management Committee", the "Old Tuning Team" drove a jeep and followed Ding Ling's green mountain bike to a place called "Zidi Hotel" on the edge of the city.
It is said to be a large hotel, but it was actually converted from an old world warehouse.
"This is for the foreigners like you." After Ding Ling helped the "Old Tune Group" check in, she followed them to one of the rooms and said with a smile, "You are not qualified in other places, even if you have a pass. ."
Inside and outside belong to two systems... Jiang Baimian nodded thoughtfully:
"I've troubled you for the past two days.
"How many bills did you give to Director Hong before? We'll supply you."
"No need." Ding Ling shook her head and smiled, "This is the difference I earned from you before, and I can reimburse a little later."
Hearing the latter half of the sentence, Long Yuehong and others suddenly felt familiar.
Ding Ling glanced left and right, closed the door on her own initiative, and said solemnly:
"You said before that you stole some information from the 'First City', what is it about, is it possible to sell it to us?"
She didn't believe it at first, but after seeing three military exoskeleton devices and two bionic intelligent armors, she felt that Xue Yueyue's team might not really be bragging.
As expected of a team with bounties worth more than 100,000 ore!
Jiang Baimian and the group members looked at each other, smiled and said to Ding Ling:
"The information does not need to be concealed, and the relevant personnel even asked us to publicize it widely.
"It's like this. We tried to contact the descendants of Ole in Prime City. Do you know Ole? Formerly the Archon of Prime City, he was also the emperor for a while."
"We have it in our textbooks." Ding Ling nodded and said solemnly, "You continue."
Jiang Baimian said "um":
"Ole currently has two descendants left, one is his granddaughter Avia and the other is his grandson Marcus.
"The two of them jointly hold some secrets left by Aure, and are closely guarded by the 'First City', which is equivalent to guarding.
"I don't need to say more about the specific process. In short, we spent a lot of effort and finally got in touch with the two descendants of Ole, and got the corresponding information from them.
"This includes a secret laboratory in the ruins of Wasteland No. 13. Oleigh will use his speculation about the cause of the destruction of the old world and his understanding of the 'new world', as well as how to deal with the 'source brain' of 'Mechanical Paradise'. Hidden inside, including that Avia has a mysterious mobile phone that Ole once used, through which you can dial a string of garbled codes to connect to unknown and terrifying existences, including that the secret laboratory's opening password is 'Messiah'...
"We later sneaked into the ruins of Wasteland No. 13, found the secret laboratory, and opened the door with a password, but there was nothing inside, and all the materials left by Ole were gone.
"It all stems from a brand new artificial intelligence 'future' that he made in his later years. It can manipulate the electromagnetics in the laboratory through the 'new world' node, control those computers, and transfer the intelligence left by Ole. The lab became a trap…”
Jiang Baimian knew what he could say and what he could not say, mainly to spread the word about Ole's legacy.
Hearing this, Ding Ling was stunned.
Her mental journey just now is as follows:
"Why spread that intelligence so widely
"It has something to do with the former emperor of the 'First City'... That information is indeed more important.
"This team is really strong, able to bypass the strict protection of the 'First City' and gain access to key personnel.
"Although I don't know much about it, it sounds pretty awesome.
"Wait, what is she talking about, what 'new world' nodes, what artificial intelligence manipulating electromagnetism..."
The further down the line, the more at a loss Ding Ling felt, as if the other party was speaking in a language that she did not understand.
After Jiang Baimian finished speaking, she subconsciously swallowed her saliva and said:
"I, I will report these things up.
"If, if it is really of great value, we may compensate you for some supplies or bills."
After expressing a friendly attitude, Ding Ling calmed down and asked:
"How's that secret lab doing now?"
Although she didn't understand what happened at the time, it was like listening to the scriptures, but her experience told her that the secret laboratory was one of the key points, and she didn't need to understand those terms, just grasp the key points.
Jiang Baimian hesitated and said:
"It was destroyed."
The honest businessman hurriedly added:
"Don't get me wrong, we didn't destroy it. In order to escape the predicament set by the artificial intelligence 'future', we had to trigger the laboratory's self-destruction device."
This sounds even scarier... Ding Ling nodded:
"I understand. I will report this matter before I get off work. There should be a result tomorrow."
After speaking, she raised her hand and waved:
"See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow!" Shang Jianyao is always so enthusiastic.
Ding Ling thought for a while, and then warned:
"If you encounter a situation, don't rush to do it yourself, especially if you use the equipment, just report it directly to the 'Wubei Public Security Management Committee'. If there is a phone in the hotel room, the corresponding number is written on it."
"No problem." Jiang Baimian sincerely agreed.
Anyway, the strongest thing in the "Old Tune Group" is not the equipment, nor the Genava, but the businessman who can quietly influence people.
Sending Ding Ling away, because it was still early, Jiang Baimian did not ask what to eat at night, but walked to the window, looked out, and observed the surrounding environment.
Although this is only the third floor, the surrounding buildings are generally not high, and the view is relatively good.
During the observation of several people, Bai Chen saw sharply that on a certain road in the distance, one after another of camouflage green armored vehicles and tanks drove past, accompanied by soldiers with live ammunition and black uniforms. The atmosphere seemed a little tense.