After the bus disappeared at the end of the road, Butler Jin withdrew his slightly worried gaze, and got on the bus with more than a dozen Tai family staff. In the car, the gray-haired old man closed his eyes and began to recuperate. In name, he is Tai Zhiyuan's personal butler, but he actually has a lot of power at hand, and several groups are directly responsible to him. At this time, the old man had a lingering depression and anxiety in his heart, but also a touch of pride and pride. These emotions were all because of Tai Zhiyuan's choice.
"Maybe history will judge me wrong, but I... will not admit it." Tai Zhiyuan said with a smile in front of Mrs. Tai and Butler Jin that night when he decided not to go to the Xilin front line, but to join the Second Military Region. such a sentence. This is the confession made by Deputy Defense Minister Yang Jinsong before his death.
Because of the Linhaizhou Gymnasium incident, seven officers in the Second Military Region committed suicide, and the Deputy Minister of Defense from the Second Military Region also committed suicide. Although the entire federation is satisfied with the reconciliation agreement between Senator Pabble and Qinglongshan, the military Internally, there has always been some kind of unkind emotion towards the Tai family.
Knowing that the place is a dangerous place, Tai Zhiyuan wants to go there. On the one hand, the heir of the Tai family really appreciates those soldiers who assassinated him and finally killed him. On the other hand, it is also because he is very clear that only With a few years of fellowship and the righteousness of blood and fire, can the soldiers of the Second Military Region truly resolve their resentment towards the Tai family... He will surely enter the political arena in the future, so the attitude of the Second Military Region must be resolved very beautifully.
Undoubtedly, this is a very risky decision, so the wrinkles around Jin's closed eyes show worry. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, looked at the phone in his hand with a penetrating gaze, and frowned when he thought of the phone the young master received before he left.
The call was from Xu Le. Butler Jin didn't know the news that Zou Yu was pregnant. He just secretly savored the seemingly ordinary young man Xu Le in his heart. From the old man's point of view, Xu Le had always had the cunning or intuition of the people at the bottom, and this ability had been concealed under that calm and sincere face, which made the old man feel a little uneasy.
Of course, the benefits that can be gained by being a friend of the young master are greater than being his subordinates. This is not difficult, but very few people can see clearly and dare to bet on the subject.
The spring in the Capital District is so gentle, whether it is the wind on the street, the afternoon rain, the sun at dusk, or the flowers and plants stretching their waists at the beginning of the day, they are all just running slowly and delicately, without any wild enthusiasm.
An unmarked black car with an ordinary civilian license plate walked slowly on the street. In the driver's seat, Xu Le, who was wearing a military uniform, squinted at the streetscape of the capital outside the car window, and saw many buildings that he had only seen on postcards. Those buildings had different styles, but they all showed a faint sense of awe. In the political core area of the human federation for tens of thousands of years, it seems that every brick, every metal wall skirt reflects the light of history and glory, and breathes the breath of power and solemnity.
When he was among the orphans in Donglin Region, Xu Le never thought that his ideal in life would come true one day. He could actually drive a car and drive slowly in the most central area of the Human Federation. And he is one of those people. It's just that after the ideal has become a reality, the original ideal has already changed its appearance, and the goal he wants to find a solution is no longer what it was at the beginning.
A faint feeling of depression enveloped his heart, making his breathing a little uncomfortable, and subconsciously ripped off the style button on his neckline.
It has been several days, and he is still not used to the military uniform he wears. After a one-day training in Nutshell Motor Company's procedures, he became an official staff member of the Nutshell Motor Company's research institute. It's just that he didn't expect that when he entered the research institute, he would have to take a military post. Although it is only a civilian officer, it is also under the dual management of the company and the Ministry of Defense. Today's Xu Le is already a lieutenant of the Federation...
Life is really a wonderful thing. Passing the Ministry of Defense's mechanic officer examination or joining the Nutshell Mobile Company were Xu Le's two ideals. It now appears that, in a sense, he has achieved both ideals at the same time. Just because of Uncle Feng Yu's death, Zhang Xiaomeng's death, and many other things that happened later, he had already lost his original yearning and respect for the federal government and the military.
Along Hawking Avenue, around the thick and indifferent building of the Treasury Department, the black car drove towards the northern suburbs of the capital. When passing an extremely deserted intersection, Xu Le's eyes narrowed and his pupils shrank slightly, but the speed of the car did not change in the slightest.
It was a legendary road with no exits. At the end of the road was the mysterious Charter Bureau. The sign at the intersection was not marked at all, only a few lines of words such as control and warning were written.
The back of Xu Le's neck was slightly numb at this moment, as if a chill had risen from his heart. His brows wrinkled, and he mobilized the scorching heat in his body to circle around his body, driving the chill out. He knew that it wasn't that there was something wrong with his chip at this moment, which was discovered by the omnipotent central computer of the Charter Bureau, but his greatest fear, which made his mood a little difficult to calm down.
The mysterious Charter Bureau is the existence that Xu Le is most afraid of in the Federation today, but in the dark, he feels that one day, he will drive a car and drive in along the road with no exit. Some kind of relationship with the Charter Bureau.
The car with the pass attached easily passed the access control of the First Federal Military Academy, went around the quiet passage beside the lotus pond, went through two more checks, and arrived at the third department of the Nutshell Motor Company Research Institute.
When he first came to the research institute, Xu Le also felt a little strange. He did not expect that the three research institutes of the Nutshell Motor Company were actually located on the campus of the First Military Academy. Later, it became clear that the Nutshell Research Institute is a very free department. The main research topics are to sign cooperation agreements with well-known professors in various universities to carry out research and development... So the Nutshell Company simply set up in each college. Branches of several institutes to facilitate the work of those old professors.
It is precisely for this reason that in order to strengthen the control of this area, the federal government requires that the staff in the research institute must be converted into military positions, with the exception of those old professors of course.
Walking into the quiet building from the parking lot, the contact between the insulating material floor and the sole of the military boots made a monotonous sound of crackling. Xu Le took a piece of bread and walked to his area while eating. There were only two colleagues in the long corridor. They just nodded and said hello to each other and left.
In addition to the Academy of Sciences, the research institute of Nutshell Motor Corporation gathered the top talents in the entire Federation, and excellent scholars and experts abounded. In this most important department of the Federation, all the staff put their minds on the things they study, so the usual chatter has become extremely rare. Over the past ten days, Xu Le has become accustomed to this kind of atmosphere. It just so happens that he is also a silent and golden guy, but he likes it a little. It's just that he didn't notice that the two researchers who passed by him glanced back at him with a sympathetic look in their eyes.
He took out the electronic door card, opened the heavy door, and before entering the second door, his whole body was scanned by light blue light, especially the chip scan. After the access authority was approved, the real door opened, and a large warehouse-like operation room appeared in front of Xu Le's eyes.
From the most sophisticated bald tool to the largest alloy cutting equipment, from the processor with the most powerful federal computing power, to a storage device about the size of three bookshelves that stores a large amount of drawings and data... This scene that appeared in front of Xu Le Everything is completely in line with his ideals in life, but for some reason, there is no excitement on his face, but a hint of tiredness.
Those devices were covered with a layer of dust, the images displayed directly on the desktop screen kept changing, and the faint sound of electric current in the storage devices was so wonderful. Xu Le stared blankly at all this and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Automatic dust removal equipment has not been activated for a long time. The equipment in this warehouse is so expensive, but it turns out to be so casually placed. Xu Le shook his head, if he was given enough time, with the manufacturing equipment, materials and materials here, he was even confident that he could assemble a mecha... But he didn't have time to do this, he even cleaned the room. Neither did time.
He pulled a piece of paper, wiped the table top, and carefully placed the leftover half of the bread on the cleaned table. Xu Le took off his military uniform and threw it on the chair, then he warmed up like he was before a fight. , moved the knuckles of his neck and hands, took a deep breath, squatted and stood in front of the table, staring intently at the picture on the table.
The display terminal of the warehouse computer is on this desktop, about one meter wide and two and a half meters long, and the pattern on it slowly rotates, giving people a very comfortable visual enjoyment.
But Xu Le was as cautious as facing the cruelest enemy in his life.
At this moment, an old and calm voice sounded in the warehouse, but it spoke very quickly. This voice did not greet Xu Le, but issued a work order directly.
"Second incompatible three sets of data."
"Laser state transition diagram."
"data."
After more than a dozen orders were issued in a row, Xu Le listened silently, his hands had already begun to move quickly on the desktop, and he found the items that met the requirements from the massive data in the internal memory. However, since the data requested by that voice is the final data, but the category involved is a category that does not have a mature system theory at the most advanced level in the federal scientific community, so there is no ready-made thing at all.
Find suitable mathematical tools, use the powerful computing power of the computer to summarize the data, and carry out the final visualization process according to the requirements of the other party. In other words, Xu Le's job at this time is to convert those complicated and complicated data systems into simple data support that can easily draw conclusions in the shortest possible time.
After half an hour, Xu Le finally completed the first task. He pressed down the light block on the table with his fingertips and sent the result, but he didn't even have time to wipe the sweat off his forehead, so he started again. Second job.
From the first day he entered the institute, Xu Le has been engaged in this kind of boring and uninteresting work. He then understood why the institute would suddenly have a whim, robbing people from the spring recruitment... This kind of research deals with The role is really not easy to play. With Xu Le's physical and mental strength, it is almost impossible to cope with it. The owner of that old voice is not Professor Shen who robbed the Nutshell Motor Company, but Professor Shen's father... An old monster who is respected by the staff of the research institute as Shen Lao.
In this warehouse of the third department of the research institute, there are only Shen Lao and Xu Le. I heard that there were a dozen assistant researchers in this warehouse during the peak period, but in the end, no one could persevere. They have requested to be transferred, and some of them even resigned and passed the strict scrutiny of the military to leave the Nutshell Research Institute.
Xu Le was mechanically and numbly arranging the information, processing the data, but thinking about other things in his mind. He knew that the direction of Professor Shen's research was quantum measurable dynamics... The problem is that all federal experts recognize that this is a dead end. , never see the exit, like the dedicated highway to the Charter Bureau.
There is no time to study the chip, to get in touch with the most mysterious charter technology of the Federation, and even the mechanical aspects of the mecha battleship cannot be touched by hand. Weird old professor researching things that can never be fruitful... Xu Le suddenly had doubts about his choice.
He was very tired, and the thought of preparing dinner after get off work at night made him even more tired.