wotto.
Woolf listened to Wang Ailun's tirade, first stared at him for a moment, then Ba turned his face in the direction of the valley, and didn't say a word for a long time, his double eyelids had four folds all the time, half drooping like he didn't have the strength to open them , seems to have fallen asleep.
But Wang Ailun didn't say a word, not even a single extra eye, just waited quietly beside him.
The Secretary-General is a patient person. In the past few years, he has become more and more serious and impatient. He obeys orders and talks to him at the right time. Woolf asks him to say it, and he has reason and reason, and what he wants to hear, he will say What, if Woolf had any gesture or action to shut him up, he would firmly shut up—not only shut up, but also closed his eyes, just like he never had curiosity or desire to express himself, just a good friend. Human-like artificial intelligence.
If Woolf really fell asleep in the middle of the way, Wang Ailun could also pull down the protective cover in the small pavilion in the middle of the mountain for him, cover the quilt, adjust the temperature and humidity, and arrange everything in the Marshal's mansion before leaving. Open, as if he was just here to make a pot of soy sauce to report, he is polite, courteous, cautious, and he doesn't care that his "true insights" are ignored.
It is not easy for many mediocre people who think they are smart, to restrain their desire to express themselves, let alone an ambitious person like Wang Ailun? Yet he did it flawlessly.
Woolf was "broken" for about five minutes before he suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Don't make the idea of the eighth galaxy again."
Wang Ailun's eyes flickered slightly, and he explained softly: "Marshal, the alliance is unified, human beings have no borders, it has been three hundred years, and they suddenly claim to be independent, I'm afraid"
"I know what you want to say," Woolf interrupted him, "you want to say that the rebels in the eighth galaxy may have obtained the full Nuwa technology now, and they can travel freely through the wormhole, but Our theory in this regard is still blank, and we have unilaterally opened up the communication channel, so we have no fear, dare to openly defect from the alliance, and become a time bomb for the Heart of the Rose."
Wang Ailun pursed his lips: "I have this concern."
"Ellen, we managed to get rid of this layer of poisonous soil, put things right, and replanted the saplings, then we must raise it well, instead of thinking about cutting down the neighbor's trees all day long, when the eighth galaxy is not independent , I haven’t seen you take them as your own.” Woolf whispered, “Humans have no borders, and human society can easily lose its sense of hierarchy, stagnate in development, and fall into some kind of social 'claustrophobia'. It's not necessarily a good thing. This is what Lin Jingheng understood when he was fourteen or fifteen years old. Do you want me to teach you now? A coveted neighbor is not necessarily a bad thing for the alliance that has just recovered from the war. Our biggest enemy at this stage, It's this new type of interstellar terrorism of the Liberty Legion."
When Wang Ailun heard him mention Lin Jingheng again, he felt uncomfortable, and felt sorry for Woolf. No matter how he killed a decisive person, it turned out that once he got old, he would also be affected by physiological factors and his body's qi and blood would be insufficient. It is easy to become sticky and sticky, which will definitely remind you of the old feelings of the pile of old sesame seeds and rotten millet.
The "old love" of these people is just like a cockroach, and it is hard to get rid of it with ruthlessness, but after a while, it will resurface and make a comeback.
Wang Ailun thought: "No more."
But he didn't talk back to Woolf, looked at Woolf's color, he took retreat as advance, and said with emotion: "Yeah, Jingheng Jingheng is indeed a rare genius, I have never seen the second one again. Like him, a person can create miracles forever. After 16 years, he can still gather the Ten Silver Guards again. If he is a comrade-in-arms, people can breathe a sigh of relief when they hear this name. Moreover, he is actually in the heart of the rose. I have been thinking about it for a while now. Marshal, when the seventh galaxy retreated, did he do too much? If he was still in the alliance, he could still be used by us.”
Woolf sighed softly: "He's not called 'feeling', Alan, he may have affection, but it's only an ounce, a mouthful at most, how can you see him? The situation is just downhill."
"In the situation 16 years ago, if Lin Jingheng hadn't been trapped in the eighth galaxy and the information was not well-informed, if the Ten Silver Guards hadn't abide by their declaration of freedom and were blocked on the road, if Lin Jingheng had seen the list of forbidden fruits, then he was It will definitely take action, so that those of us will be ruined, and the alliance will die completely. The people admire a powerful military leader, the Central Army will follow him, and the anti-Ukraine Association is divided, and Hope may not be willing to be him. The enemy of the Glory Group, although they occupied the first galaxy, they were also trapped in the first galaxy. It is not difficult to solve them - even Lin Jingshu is likely to go underground because of him to avoid confrontation with him. At that moment , The future destiny of mankind is tied to Lin Jingheng's fingertips, we are fighting against the sky, and if we don't want to lose everything, we must reluctantly get rid of him."
"It's different now. Now that the alliance and the Central Army are working together, the war is over. Lin Jingshu is just a deranged anti-social criminal. His chance to turn the tide has passed, and he can only acquiesce to this result." Wang Ailun lowered his head even more. Humility, "You still know him."
"I'll tell you again, since Lin Jingheng keeps silent in the Heart of Rose, he will keep silent for the rest of his life, at least within a generation or two hundred years, the Eighth Galaxy and the Alliance will still be friends with broken bones and tendons. The Great Voyage Age prophesied that a small change in five years and an earth-shaking change in ten years, the eighth galaxy can change, so as long as the soil is suitable, why can’t the alliance? Isn't that bad?" When Woolf said this, his eyes once again showed a frightening light, not at all like the appearance of more than 320 years old, and his thoughts were very clear, he couldn't hear what he was just now. Can't remember the confusion, "Alan, people can have ambitions, but they can't be too inflated, you must know restraint!"
Wang Ailun sincerely said yes, but the fingers behind him slowly tightened, clenching his fists.
Woolf got up on crutches, and Wang Ailun hurriedly stepped forward to help him.
At this moment, Woolf moved his nose and murmured, "The smell of black tulips is on my 'Night Queen'?"
Wang Ailun's orbicularis oculi muscle contracted slightly and quickly returned to its original state. He said without changing his face, "Ah, is there any?"
"It's Empress Ye who blooms and Empress Ye blooms. It's time for his death." Woolf said, "Is the forest of monuments repaired? I'm going to see him, and I'll go tomorrow."
"Lin Shuai?" Wang Ailun pretended to be inexplicable and asked, "Marshal, isn't Shuai Lin's death anniversary something before the Legion of Glory handed over Votto? Our little ceremony this year was held in the Fortress of Angel City. Forgot?"
The terrifying light in Woolf's eyes was cloudy and dim again, and he glanced at Wang Ailun blankly. After a while, he seemed to recall with difficulty: "Oh, it's strange that there is such a thing in the Fortress of Angel City, how can I say it? Confused again?"
Wang Ailun seemed to have no intention of laughing: "You, you have a lot of time, you think about too many things every day, thinking about problems are all from the entire interstellar society, these little things are my job, you can remember clearly, I am not Unemployed? Come on, watch your feet, slow down."
The lights in the marshal's mansion slowly dimmed, only the street lights and the peripheral decorative lights were still on. Wang Ailun took care of Woolf's filial sons and grandsons and went to bed and left on his own. It was almost midnight at this time - Wang Ailun used to live in Woolf. home so that you can be there when you need it.
But after the Central Union recaptured Votto, Wang Ailun was no longer Woolf's private secretary, and was then the chief secretary of the Union Parliament. In the past, this position had been held by the Eden Management Committee. The last secretary-general was a member of the Geddon family and married the first beauty of Votto. Even if the generals of the Military Commission with eyes above the top met, they had to give three points. In the midst of his busy business, he still did not forget the old marshal. He ran to the marshal's mansion every once in a while. Occasionally, some idiots from the military commission even thought of him as the little secretary.
Wang Ailun set the driving route, the car automatically drove to the air lane, and walked back steadily at a constant speed. A voice sounded on his personal terminal, with an unnatural mechanical hoarse sound, and it was a voice changer: "'Old Lion King' How to say?"
"The fangs of the 'Old Lion King' are crumbling. I don't think he can tear raw meat. What else can I say?" Wang Ailun smiled coldly, "He wants to appease the snake by his pillow and pretend they don't exist. Play the 'Friendly Neighborhood' game as if he wasn't the one who ordered the eradication of the grass."
"It's not surprising at all," said the voice in the voice changer, "but it's nothing, after all, it's a man buried in the ground, don't worry, Alan - a friendly neighbor is a friendly neighbor, and a 'friendly neighbor' will be normal sooner or later. Diplomatic relationship, if not, we make one for him, independent systems can't always be a seamless egg."
A haze flashed across Wang Ailun's face.
At this time, the person in the voice changer asked again: "How about my 'Queen of the Night', does he still like it?"
Wang Ailun's face softened: "Ah, that is indeed a small miracle, how did you do it?"
The man in the voice changer laughed, the voice was harsh, hoarse and mechanical, and he couldn't tell the difference between men and women, but this man smiled, and there was a lingering sound that couldn't be concealed, curly and sultry: "Shuye There are specialties, you big men, every day you think about cold things like missiles and mechas, and you never care about the people inside, as if personal qualities are insignificant in space wars. As for me, I have nothing to do with your Military Commission. Directly under the military industry competition, if you want to buy weapons for self-defense, you can only rely on buying them. I just prefer to make a little gadgets. But then again, before you realize the automation of warfare, don’t you have to be commanded by humans? Then we are happy to cooperate, Secretary Wang."
The corner of Wang Ailun's mouth moved slightly, and the word "Secretary-General" moved him. In his car, he finally revealed his hideous greed without concealment.
After Serbia was kidnapped by interstellar pirates, the number of users of secret opium chips began to rise slowly in it, several asteroids around it, and in the nearby artificial space.
In the past, opium was considered an illegal substitute for the Garden of Eden, and with the propaganda of the Alliance, most people knew that it was a drug and dared not touch it. But when the asteroid was kidnapped, they found out that there were pirates from the Freedom Legion beside them, and these chip-injected people were often the "elites" who seemed to be the most energetic, disciplined, and emotionally stable.
This is completely different from the "drug addicts" in the usual impression.
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At that time, the artillery fire of the pirates of the Free Legion was outside the atmosphere, and a lot of starships that had just fled to outer space were shot down, but many people on the ground actually felt nothing. The pirates who "kidnapped" them only controlled the asteroid. The administrative and military agencies are very good to ordinary people on the ground, and they go door to door to apologize and leave some small gifts. Many people are confused when they learn that they have been kidnapped, and then follow them to the starship. And he was let go because the Ten Silver Guards spoiled the situation.
A statement quietly spread around the Serbian star, saying that the Free Legion was labeled as a "pirate", which is actually a conspiracy of the alliance, and "opium" is not a drug, but an upgraded version of the Garden of Eden, which can promote human evolution, It is the government that does not allow the emergence of uncontrollable evolutionary people, which deceives the people like this.
"Look, Master." A researcher in a white lab coat opened a huge interstellar thumbnail and showed it to Lin Jingshu. All human activity areas on it were marked with colors, ranging from white to pink, red, dark red, reddish-brown, etc. And so on, gradually deepening, and finally close to black, the darker the color, the higher the opium penetration rate. "A small amount of white area is where the penetration rate of the first generation chip is less than 3%, temporarily need dormancy and hope, and the rose red area is the penetration rate. If it exceeds 8%, a certain atmosphere will be formed in the local area. 8% is a very strange number. We found that once this threshold is exceeded, the popularity of chips will increase by leaps and bounds. Reddish brown is the place where the penetration rate exceeds 30%. More than 30% often means that we have actually controlled this place, and the black area means that there are second-generation or more chip people in the area. People in this area voluntarily joined the order of our free ideal country. Being able to replace the permanent chip is our citizen—this is the ideal state. At present, the area that has entered the ideal state is in a relatively marginal area. I think that our focus for a period of time in the future should not be in a hurry to expand the black area and focus on the focus. In the rose red and above areas, dyeing as many places as possible reddish-brown is safer on the one hand and more economical on the other."
Lin Jingshu nodded absentmindedly, her eyes fell on a pure white area - the eighth independent galaxy.
"Your family didn't teach you that you can't hide your head and show your tail forever?"
"Bastard, do you have to come to me to court death!"
The man's voice kept echoing in her ears, and Lin Jingshu's hand that was hanging by her side tightened suddenly, her nails digging into her flesh.
The pure white eighth galaxy, the starlight on the morning star is like a curtain.
Director Lu now wants to hang a sign on the gate with the words "no guest" written on it.
Lu Bixing is a typical extroverted personality - the difference between extroversion and introversion is not whether he is lively in his speech and behavior, nor whether he is good at dealing with interpersonal relationships, but whether the person draws energy outward or inward.
In his carefree youth, he was always curious about the outside world, and was willing to communicate with all kinds of people. Even during his most painful and craziest sixteen years, he was forced to become introverted and restrained. The way he draws energy is still extroverted too - it's much better to let him take responsibility and do things with everyone than to let him wander alone in the middle of the night.
But no matter how extroverted people are, they can't be quiet for a moment.
Since the silver ten guards came to visit General Lin's secret house for a while, Lu Bixing didn't get the chance to be alone with Lin Jingheng—the first night, because of Lin Jingheng's laissez-faire, the meerkat generals were all high, and the family was not yet at home. With so many guest rooms, Zhan Lu had to get a dozen sleeping bags and wrapped them into hot dogs one by one. From a square look, the house was like a bakery display stand. There were thousands of words and he couldn't say anything, so he had to give up temporarily.
After finally dismissing the gang, the next day, Turan came alone again.
Sixteen years ago, the anesthetic in the elevator was a thorn in the hearts of Tulan and Lu Bixing. They had been stuck in their throats for so many years. Looking back, Lin Jingheng drank half a dozen spirits with them. I have said all the things that should be said and what should not be said. After holding it for so many years, I didn't vomit unpleasantly. When the thorn was pulled out, it was covered in blood, and it was painful to touch it. Fortunately, there is still Lin Jingheng, who is alive. Painkillers accompanied him silently.
However, the thorn is gone, the wound will one day stop bleeding, and one day it will heal.
The Ten Silver Guards are Lin Jingheng's siblings, and it is a pleasure for Lu Bixing to admit their relationship in front of them, and it is also a gratifying thing for Turan to come to him to resolve the knot.
As a result, on the third day, Huang Jingshu, who had specially rushed back to Qixing, came along with some of her classmates.
On the fourth day, Dr. Harden visited alone. The old doctor was cautious about Nuwa's plan, so he talked endlessly in circles, making Lu Bixing sleepy.
On the fifth day, Thomas Yang brought the entire Silver Third Guard unsolicited to communicate with Engineer 001.
Day 6
Ten days later, Lu Bixing finally went crazy.
That day happened to be the night before the weekend, and Lin Jingheng went home on time as usual, when he received a message from Lu Bixing, saying that he was receiving several government workers from aliens in a hotel in the center of Galaxy City. Lin Jingheng let out a "tsk", the chief did not need to report to him what work he was doing, someone who wanted to explain the address in such a detailed manner clearly meant for him to pick it up.
So Lin Jingheng quickly arrived at the designated place, and a service robot told him that the reception banquet was over, and President Lu had drunk a little too much, so he opened a room upstairs to rest.
As soon as he arrived in the room, as soon as he put his hand on the door, the door opened automatically - the locked door of Lu Bixing always reserved special privileges for him.
But the voice-activated lights on the porch didn't turn on. As Lin Jingheng adjusted to the dark environment, he asked, "Are you awake? Do you want to go home?"
He didn't say a word, when he suddenly heard the wind, Lin Jingheng stepped back abruptly, but the electronic door behind him closed automatically. The next moment, he was pressed against the door.
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