It is about three kilometers away from Wu Qingchen's private underground base.
The United Nations Interim Committee on Astronomical Events, the training group, the second preparation group, and the coordination office.
"Oops! Trouble!"
After quickly reading the three Praia letters urgently deciphered on the big screen, the person in charge near the door slapped his thigh heavily in the remodeled bus, raised his head and immediately ordered: "Xiao Zhao, hurry up and go to Area B!"
"Yes!"
In the driver's seat of the bus, the driver in military uniform started the vehicle immediately.
"Go to Area B?"
The driver started to start the car. Behind the person in charge, at the rear of the car, a certain young staff member was a little surprised. He patted the colleague next to him lightly: "Old Liu, what's the matter? If we go to Area B now... Mr. Wu Qingchen is going out?"
"Well..." Lao Liu's face was solemn: "In this situation, we must go out."
"Sure to go out?" Hearing Lao Liu's firm tone, the young staff member was even more puzzled: "No way? How could it be?" He operated the console in front of him, and quickly passed the Priest Praia again. Talking with Wu Qingchen: "No! We can completely intervene in this situation, right? Moreover, even in this, the pastor did not directly order or force anything during the whole process. Mr. Wu Qingchen can decide whether to Get out!"
"Ha... decide for yourself?"
Old Liu tilted his head slightly, without even looking at the display screen in the hands of the staff: "Xiao Zhou... the pastor didn't make a mandatory requirement, but in this case, Mr. Wu and we have no choice at all."
"Why?" Xiao Zhou frowned deeply: "Why didn't I have a choice? Look at it like this...Mr. Wu Qingchen doesn't have to go."
"Not going? Is there any reason not to go?"
"Casually pretend to be a little uncomfortable..."
"Pretending to be sick?" Old Liu shook his head, "Do you want to try rolling?"
"Uh..." Xiao Zhou rubbed his head: "If you can't pretend to be sick... Pretend to be busy? Afraid to go out? Or just say that you don't want to? It's okay, right? At most, this will make the pastor a little unhappy, a little pimple, and spend two In three days, many appeasement passed... There can be no serious consequences."
"Well..." Old Liu nodded in agreement first, "Maybe there is no big problem with the pastor...but..." Pointing to the three letters on the front display screen, Old Liu continued: "Then what should we do here?"
"This side? What's the matter here?" Ten seconds later, after quickly reading Praia's letter again, Xiao Zhou still didn't understand what his colleague meant: "Do you want to do the technical guidance in person... Wu Qingchen If the husband doesn't go, the pastor will definitely rewrite the letter, right? Well, under the conditions of the medieval world, it will be a bit laborious to rewrite the letter... However, given the pastor's current affection for Wu Qingchen, this trivial matter is easy to deal with!"
"Oh! Good impression... good impression..."
Lao Liu sighed deeply: "The problem lies in goodwill... Look at it..." Pointing to the big screen in front of him, Lao Liu looked tangled: "Talent! Lucky! Hard work! Clean! Joy! Pious! Love...such a small How many words can you write on one page? Almost half of the page is praising Wu Qingchen! Pastor Praia has given us a big problem... Complimenting Wu Qingchen like this... What will others think? This Aren't you looking for trouble? Are you afraid that others won't hate Wu Qingchen?"
"what!"
How about other people's children, how about you
Other people's children are like that, why do you have to be like this
The shadow of childhood suddenly floated in Xiao Zhou's mind.
Damn!
Looking at the three letters from Praia again from another angle, Xiao Zhou moaned uncontrollably: "This... this... what a god!"
Because his intention is to show off, Praia's tone, tone, and wording are even more annoying than the "other people's children" Xiao Zhou experienced when he was a child. It's okay to be upset with the baron. If their children or students receive such a letter, they probably want to tear it into pieces.
Realizing the crux of the problem, Xiao Zhou's mind turned quickly: "This... how can you do this? Hurry up and ask the pastor to convert!"
"How do you ask?" Pointing at the letters on the screen, Lao Liu had a wry smile on his face: "According to the current progress, Mr. Wu Qingchen'theoretically' can't understand these letters at all... Besides, even if you turn a few corners Now that I figured it out, what can I say? Is it because Priest Praia likes me too much?"
"Besides, even if you get past this time..." Old Liu continued, "What about next time? Next time? If this continues, the better Mr. Wu does, the worse the impression he may have on the minds of the upper echelons. .”
"Crap! Vanity... kills people!" Xiao Zhou sighed heavily.
"Actually, we can't blame the pastor..." Old Liu said with a wry smile, "Even primitive people like to pull out the teeth of beasts and hang them around their necks. The conditions in the village of Akeli are so harsh, so the pastor probably only enjoys it so much."
"Yeah, he's having fun and we're in trouble..."
After thinking about a few times in a row, he directly denied the solution in his own mind, and Xiao Zhou's expression began to be tangled: "It's too cute, so it's not a good thing... Sigh! Why is the staff so confused? If you can control it from the beginning The pastor's favor... "
"impossible!"
Lao Liu shook his head without hesitation: "The county magistrate is not as good as the current one. Of course, the more harmonious the relationship with the direct ruling class like Priest Praia, the better. Moreover, to control the degree of favorability... With Mr. Wu Qingchen's current ability, he can walk such a tightrope , is too difficult.”
"What now?"
"How to do?"
Old Liu sighed again: "What else can I do? Hurry up to the parish and the lord to establish a good image first, and it won't have much influence in the future."
"Do you want to continue to improve your favorability?"
It has been proven that sometimes, being liked can become a burden...
Xiao Zhou has already started to worry a little: "This time there won't be the same trouble again, will it?"
"Who knows?" Lao Liu shook his head: "People's hearts... is the most difficult thing in the world. No matter how deduced by the staff group, it is impossible to completely control... Moreover, whether it is a parish or a baron, these two places The staff group has only seen a farming officer and two followers, and it is hard for a clever woman to make a living without rice."
"Um!"
Xiao Zhou nodded heavily: "If you think about it this way... it's better to go out earlier to see what's on it, so that you don't have to deal with the ghosts of 'suddenly appointed as a cowherd' and 'suddenly grown up by three years' all day long. thing!"
"Yes..." Lao Liu quite agreed: "With Mr. Wu Qingchen's current influence, it is indeed time to get in touch with the upper-level lords... Anyway, in "The Mill Strategy", a similar plan is not far away."
"Well, the truth is this..." Xiao Zhou shook his head slowly: "It's just that the risk is not easy to control."
"Sooner or later, this is an inevitable risk..."
Old Liu also shook his head: "In addition, with Mr. Wu Qingchen's current conditions, many of the plans for the staff group to go out can be implemented, and the risk will not increase too much."
"Even if the increase is only 1%, this is an additional risk!"
Xiao Zhou frowned deeply.
"Risk is not danger..."
Lao Liu continued: "The plan of the staff group, the top-ranked plans, absconding, transferring, and defecting to other lords, all of which require more abundant information...Mr. Improve a lot."
"Well, there are indeed benefits."
Xiao Zhou said slowly, "You can't put all your eggs in one basket."
When the conversation reached here, the sky suddenly darkened.
The staff in the bus all looked out the window:
The giant screen hanging in the sky suddenly disappeared.
The speed of the car slowed down a little, and when they retracted their heads from the window, Lao Liu and Xiao Zhou saw by the way that Area B of the simulated training base in Aikeli Village had appeared in their field of vision.
"It seems..." Seeing the base getting closer and closer, Old Liu Youyou said, "The interim committee has made a decision..."
"Well, wake up an hour earlier..." Xiao Zhou couldn't help but admire Lao Liu's judgment: "It seems that we are indeed planning to make baskets for eggs."
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May 16, 2012.
7:30 in the morning.
Wu Qingchen opened his eyes.
"what?"
Staring at the ceiling in a daze, Wu Qingchen's first reaction was to rub his eyes: "Isn't there another day?"
On the first day, I led the cowherd helpers and serfs to clear the road and completed the preparations for artificial intervention in bee colony.
On the second day, with good luck, the intervention point just made, there was a success.
On the third day and the fourth day, as the earth team expected, the free people in the medieval world began to experience a decrease in labor efficiency.
On the fifth day, Little Andre spread the word that he was going to levy a cellular tax.
On the sixth day, according to the position guided by the staff group, continue to preside over the natural honeycomb deployment in Akeli village. —At the same time, the figures estimated by the staff group were close to those estimated by the staff group at the time, and several cells had forgotten the specific location and had to decide by themselves.
On the seventh day, because of the technical problem of horse riding, I was once again disgusted by the pastor of Praia.
On the same day, according to various data reminded by the staff group, the idea of "turning taxes into fees" was proposed.
On the eighth day, the pastor, steward, Zhuangtou and other management all agreed to implement this idea.
On the ninth day, the pastor asked if he wanted to go outside.
"That's right, it's nine days!" Wu Qingchen muttered to himself.
"That's right..."
While Wu Qingchen was counting the days with his fingers, Ji Mingming pushed open the door: "You were awakened urgently."
"Ah?" Wu Qingchen looked around.
Apart from Ji Mingming and himself, there was no one else in the room.
"Why don't you feel it?" Ji Mingming smiled slightly: "The temperature of the bed, the wind speed of the air conditioner, the decibels of the music... wake you up now, and you don't have to send me to a small dark room to review."
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