"When has there ever been such a condescending thing as you in the Federation!"
The director of the third department of the Nutshell Motor Company Research Institute wears the rank of civilian colonel. He sat down in his office chair and scolded loudly. Looking at the ordinary-looking assistant researcher in front of him, thinking that he was stopped at the door of the laboratory yesterday, and that the scene was watched by the technical director, his heart was full of anger that his authority was challenged.
"From today, you are transferred to the logistics department." The director glanced at Xu Le contemptuously. This way of using his power to play with his subordinates made him feel much more comfortable. He threw the document in his hand directly, and scolded: "In the years to come, look at how I will play you to death!"
Xu Le picked up the personnel transfer documents from his feet, opened the folder and looked at it, and found that he had been transferred from the laboratory area, and the next office was not far from the parking lot.
It was undoubtedly a humiliation and a heavy blow to change from a researcher to a janitor, but his expression was calm, and this calm made the director feel a little wrong.
Last night, Zou Yu had already helped him analyze the situation. Although he said that he had an agreement between Professor Shen and the Nutshell Mobile Company, which could prevent those people from entering Professor Shen's laboratory, his people were still there. It is under the jurisdiction of the Nutshell Research Institute and the Ministry of National Defense, and only needs a personnel transfer order, and those people can drive him to the edge, deprive him of his authority, and make him no longer able to approach the laboratory.
Can't get close to the laboratory, naturally can't prevent those people from entering the laboratory.
Xu Le closed the folder silently, didn't even glance at the director, gave a casual salute, and walked out of the office.
Walking in the quiet corridor, the doors of various laboratories opened one after another. Usually, those researchers who did not ask about foreign affairs and only knew about research stood at the door and sent Xu Le away with complex eyes. They didn't know the inside story, they only knew that the last assistant of Professor Shen, who offended the company's top management, was assigned to leave at this time. The same researcher, a feeling of sadness of the death of a rabbit and a fox, permeated the entire corridor.
Xu Le didn't pay attention to the sympathetic eyes of these people. He lowered his head slightly and walked towards the end of the corridor. Even when passing by the door of his own laboratory, he did not stop at all. Several heavily armed military police have already controlled the entrance of the laboratory. If he wants to rush in at this time and greet him, it should be bullets.
Those people in the Federal Academy of Sciences obviously need the research results of Professor Shen, but if those people don't want to attract attention and fall into the limelight, they will definitely wait for a few days after they leave the laboratory and the whole thing will fade before they can think of a solution. Enter the laboratory. That is to say, Xu Le still has some time, but the time is too short, and he has not thought of how to steal the huge database in the laboratory. The research institute's security checks are extremely stringent, and researchers who come in and out have to go through three scans every day. The Federation's existing high-end storage devices may barely be able to transfer the database in the laboratory, but they certainly cannot pass those scans.
The next day was the funeral of Professor Shen. The location of the funeral was chosen at the Galaxy Cemetery on the outskirts of the capital. When the black cars in twos and threes slowly drove towards the cemetery along the mountain road, it suddenly started to rain in the late spring sky.
Holding a black umbrella, Xu Le stood silently behind Professor Shen, shielding him from the cold rain from the sky, his eyes calmly scanning the crowd beside the tomb.
Although Professor Shen has long since left the academic center of the Federation, he is a Nebula Award winner after all, and has a very high reputation in the academic circle. At this time, the man has passed away. Whether or not he has forgotten his existence, many people still choose to come. Send him one last ride.
The people attending the funeral wore dark clothes, mostly black, with a small white flower pinned to their chests. Under the cold and rainy scenery in the late spring, against the cold mountain behind the cemetery, a sad and solemn expression was revealed. a feeling of.
Xu Le's right hand held the handle of the umbrella stably, preventing a drop of rain from falling on Professor Shen's shoulders. The professor who was not too young was heartbroken by his father's death, and he had to deal with so many affairs, and he was exhausted to the extreme. .
The heavy black coffin was slowly put into the deep pit. Xu Le squinted at the coffin, his eyes seemed to pass through the thick coffin lid, and he saw the respectable man whose face was full of expression. It was the old professor who smoked a cigarette with him in the end.
At this moment, Xu Le's heart became more peaceful and calm. Although he still didn't know how to keep the wisdom of Old Professor Shen so that he would not be taken away by those shameless academic authorities after his death, he knew that he had to Do it, otherwise he will not be able to face the old man in the grave, and himself beside the grave.
When Old Professor Shen knew that Xu Le was working on the corrective design of the electronic jet and had made great progress, he once reminded him of the relevant risks. However, the old Professor himself probably did not expect that he would go further than the doctor expected. Faster, there is no way to escort Xu Le to the successful birth of a new generation of mecha.
Xu Le withdrew his gaze, and glanced at the twilight pit with a little scrutiny, or people who were sincere, or who pretended to be mourning. Professor Shen under his umbrella will not pay attention to these, but he must pay attention.
The three major military academies have sent representatives, especially the dean of the first military academy. However, the board of directors of Nutshell Motor Company only sent one honorary director. What made Xu Le feel even colder was that, for Professor Shen's funeral, the Federal Academy of Sciences only sent an office director as a representative. The bald fat man was obviously just a small person, and he did not show respect at all.
It seems that the rumors that Zou Yu said are indeed well-founded. Old Professor Shen left the Federal Academy of Sciences a few decades ago.
The chief officer who assigned Xu Le to the logistics department was very active today. There were many big figures in the three military academies, and he played the sad role. It seemed that he had done countless things for Old Professor Shen over the years.
Still no soil. From time to time, the director glanced down at the foot of the mountain, as if waiting for someone to arrive. Xu Le's eyes narrowed, and before the rest of the cemetery, he saw three black cars, which were driving along the mountain road, and did not know who was sitting in the cars.
The black car stopped at the entrance of the cemetery, as if to show respect and did not drive directly over. Several people who looked like government officials, guarding the two middle-aged people in the middle, walked towards this side. After the crowd beside the tomb was slightly chaotic, a path was avoided.
The identities of these two middle-aged people are worth waiting for everyone in the room.
After the scientific advisor of His Excellency the President shook hands with Professor Shen under the umbrella, he stood beside the tomb and read out Mr. President's handwritten letter to everyone with a heavy and nostalgic memory. The important role played by the development of A…
Xu Le narrowed his eyes and looked at the expressions of everyone in the drizzle. He knew that the so-called funeral was just another way of communicating, but thinking about the body of the old professor who was being soaked in the rain in the grave, he always hoped that this communication would end sooner.
His Excellency the President's scientific advisor is naturally the most distinguished person in the field, but Xu Le did not pay attention to him, just looked at the senior officer next to the President's scientific advisor, the senior officer who was not wearing a military uniform today.
The man was about fifty years old, his hair was gray, his face was heavy and determined, his eyes were calm and powerful, and although he was wearing civilian clothes, he still revealed a unique atmosphere of a soldier.
Deputy Defense Minister Zou Yingxing, a technocrat, was promoted from the General Equipment Base, and the Deputy Director of the Logistics Department was promoted two levels to become Deputy Minister of Defense. According to sources within the capital, MP Pabble would undoubtedly be the only candidate for Minister of Defense if he succeeds in being elected president.
Deputy Minister Zou has been dealing with the equipment of the federal military all his life, and the relationship with the three major military academies and the academic world represented by the Nutshell Motor Company is naturally very close. Today, the funeral of Professor Shen, the federal military will definitely send a team. A very important representative, his appearance is a matter of course.
Xu Le glanced at Deputy Minister Zou from the corner of his eye, thinking that when the Deputy Minister shook hands with Professor Shen, he also used the corner of his eye to look at himself, and his mood became a little weird. The other party must already know who he is, and the child in Zou Yu's womb...
He had speculated many times about the scene of meeting Zou Yu's father, but he never thought that it would be at a funeral.
After reading out Mr. President's personal letter, the scientific adviser talked a few more words with Professor Shen, and expressed his personal condolences. Only then did he take off the white flower on his chest and gently put it into the grave.
When there is a beginning, there is an end. Those who attended the funeral threw the white flowers on their chests into the grave. Above the black coffin, a layer of white snow seemed to float.
The scientific advisor left in advance, and the funeral gradually came to an end. Deputy Minister Zou, who represented the federal military, did not leave. He and the director of the First Military Academy were talking softly somewhere in the cemetery.
Xu Le held an umbrella and accompanied Professor Shen to return salutes to those people. Suddenly, his hand holding the umbrella tightened, and he turned his head slowly.
I saw somewhere in the cemetery, there was only Deputy Minister Zou under the tree, and the other party was looking at him coldly, with a trace of scrutiny in his cold eyes.
Xu Le's eyes narrowed slightly, and instead of looking at the big man impolitely, he lowered his head, whispered something in Professor Shen's ear, and handed the umbrella into his hand, and then he put his head down. Rain, walk towards the tree.
The director of the research institute, who had just sent off the President's scientific advisor, was about to seize this rare opportunity to get close to Vice Minister Zou, but suddenly saw the young assistant who had a very bad impression in his heart, and turned towards Vice Minister Zou. Walking over, he couldn't help but stop for a while, and endless doubts arose in his heart.