Rebirth Interstellar Peak Scenery

"No, don't you like music? Why would you want to major in management?" Lei Yundong asked in shock.

Yu Xuru said matter-of-factly: "Brother Yundong, you have so many properties under your command. As a sister, I naturally have to try my best to help you."

Later, Yu Xuru asked with some confusion: "And I like music, it's just a hobby. How can I treat it as a career?"

"Uh..." Lei Yundong didn't know what to say for a moment.

Can you say that you will be a soul singer in the future? Can you say that your future singing will make you feel peaceful?

If I really want to say this, with Yu Xuru’s temperament, she will definitely study music wholeheartedly and become a singer.

But once you learn music with such a utilitarian mind, you will never be able to become a soul singer.

Moreover, it seems that there should be no particularly important relationship between soul singers and music majors.

I remember that many soul singers learned music knowledge only after they became soul singers.

Thinking of this, Lei Yundong calmed down: "Okay, you can learn whatever you want, but you also know my status and strength. You don't need to work too hard to get the best of me. If you like music, you don't need to study management.

knowledge and give up.”

What can Lei Yundong say? I can only say this.

"Don't worry, my grades have always been very good!" Yu Xuru said proudly, clenching her fists.

Lei Yundong could only nod in agreement.

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In a secret base on a certain planet in a certain star field.

The command center covers an area of ​​several thousand square meters. The first thing you can see is the surrounding area, which is more than ten meters high, several meters wide, and has 13 huge strips of cloth.

This strip of cloth is pure black, with a huge circle in the middle, and a white lotus in the center of the circle.

As long as this pattern on the scene is leaked, the local garrison will immediately pounce on it like a vicious dog seeing a delicious meal.

Even in order to compete for credit, the army, local officials, and embroidered guards will definitely fight among themselves to determine who has the greatest credit.

There is no other reason. This is the symbol of the White Lotus Group, and it also represents the base of the White Lotus Group.

If such a base is discovered and breached, it would be trivial for those who have committed meritorious deeds to receive a three-level promotion.

It's just a pity that, judging from the mix of new and old buildings in this place, it's obvious that it has been there for a long time and has never been discovered.

In the command center, hundreds of personnel in black military uniforms, wearing virtual helmets and micro-control gloves, volleyed their hands in the air, either up and down, or left and right.

Or they might open, close, and sweep away, or they might just click with their fingers in the air.

Anyway, it's very busy.

Directly in front of these hundreds of seats is a huge virtual projection, which is divided into hundreds of different pages and rows of data are displayed.

This was obviously projected specifically for the bosses in the control tower to watch.

Standing in the command tower was a man with white hair neatly combed back, wearing a straight military uniform, and an armband with a white lotus on a black background, looking at the data projected to him with an indifferent expression.

"General Manager, Hall A is requesting supplies of 100,000 tons of supplies." Suddenly a man in a helmet stood up and raised his hand and shouted.

The white-haired manager looked at the screen and said: "Inform them that the supplies from the nearest supply base have been transported and it will take three months to arrive from other places."

After receiving the answer, the helmeted man who stood up and raised his hands sat down again and got busy.

"General manager, the patrol fleet requests the supply of 3 first-level battleships, 20 transport ships, 1,000 second-level battle armors, and 5,000 first-level battle armors." Another helmeted man stood up and raised his hands and shouted.

"So much consumption? Inform the other party that the supplies will arrive at the scheduled location No. 3 after April, and ask them to pick them up at that time." Manager Baitou frowned, but made a quick decision.

"General manager, S12 said that the materials are ready and waiting for transportation."

"Okay, I will ask the Holy Lord for credit and let them transport the supplies to the predetermined location No. 4."

"General manager, Hall H is applying for manpower support, 3,000 ordinary personnel, 500 people at the stream level, 50 people at the lake level, and 1 person at the river level."

"Inform the other party that there are no lake level ones, river level can support two, and stream level can support 600 people."

"Tangkou H agreed!"

"Okay, manpower will arrive at Hall H within three months."

In this way, from time to time, helmeted people stood up to report, either requesting supplies or providing support. Of course, there were also many reports that they had raised supplies or manpower.

After General Manager Bai Tou received the news, he made a decision without hesitation. It was obvious that all the information was in his mind.

At this time, a man with a dark expression, gray hair, but fair skin and a delicate face walked in.

He remained silent on the side, just looking at the various data projected.

After the white-headed manager didn't speak for a while, he smiled in an old voice and said: "Baldou, I feel that you are taking a lot of trouble to do this, and it is not easy."

"Hmph, pretty boy, do you think that's what I think? No matter how advanced the brain is, it will be broken one day, but the data still records that my brain is safe." The white-headed man said disdainfully.

"Gaga, I'm not afraid that if one of your old boys is killed, the holy religion will suffer great losses." The pretty boy continued to say in an old and sinister tone.

"It's okay, I have backups. If my brain is really going to be picked off, the Holy Cult can retrieve the information, and it will start to be a little turbulent." The white-headed man patted his neck disapprovingly.

"Ha..." The pretty old man was about to say something, when suddenly a red warning bar appeared on the screen.

The two old men looked at each other with concentration. The white-headed man clicked the cursor and the warning bar expanded.

The white-headed man just glanced at it, frowned, and was about to cut off the screen.

This warning cursor will appear from time to time.

The pattern of its appearance is uncertain.

First, the brain behind the scenes will collect news from all places in the Daheng Dynasty, and then select keywords. These keywords are usually place names, personal names, family names, etc.

Then compare it with the backend lexicon. If there are similarities, immediately compare with the second-level lexicon.

The warning cursor will not pop up until it is compared with the third-level dictionary.

But the warning cursor also has levels. The current lowest level warning cursor is not even a problem for Pulsatilla, and there is no need to pay attention to it at all.

The pretty old man suddenly said, "Wait a minute, let me take a look."

"Why are you suddenly interested? Isn't it just the demise of a family that helped the Holy Religion take care of its reserves. This incident has happened one after another in the history of the Holy Religion. This is a first-level warning. All the money saved is not worth mentioning."

The white-headed old man said nonchalantly.

"I don't care about the disappearing materials. Our holy religion is spread throughout the Daheng Dynasty, and its history is many times older than the Daheng Dynasty. There are too many such materials that disappear after being stored.

." The white-faced old man said gloomily.

"Oh, so this exterminated family has an old relationship with you?" Yang Yangmei, the white-headed old man.

Looking at what was displayed on the screen: "The Chen family of Fenggang City, Sanbao County was expelled from the status of members" and the photo of the original head of the 13th Chen family, the pretty old man said leisurely: "It should be the family I come from."