Scholars in the courtyard

"Have a rest! There are so many books, you can't finish them all!"

In the study, Tang Mingyue placed a water glass in front of Yang Xiaotao's desk.

Seeing Yang Xiaotao rubbing his temples, when he heard the sound of opening the door behind him, the small box on the table disappeared instantly.

"Sister Tang!"

Yang Xiao raised his head and asked, "It's okay. I used to stay in the library all day long."

"Library? I heard from Qiuye that the first time your family met was in the library, right?"

Yang Xiaotao put down his pen and recalled the scene in his mind.

Thinking of Ran Qiuye's stomach growling when he was eating, and thinking of holding a lunch box to Ran Qiuye, but the other party refused to leave.

At that time, that young and immature appearance seemed to be right in front of me.

"Yes, we didn't know each other at the time. Later, the old principal looked for teachers in the village, but other teachers were unwilling to go. Qiuye was still intern at the time, so he agreed."

"On that day, we really knew each other. It was also that day that established our fate."

Yang Xiaotao said with memories, and the shadow of Ran Qiuye appeared again in his mind.

Over the years, Ran Qiuye's originally thin figure has become more and more beautiful!

Tang Mingyue's eyes became even more envious after hearing this.

"It's been several years in a blink of an eye!"

Yang Xiaotao smiled, and then looked at Tang Mingyue who was leaning in front of the window.

"Sister Tang, what about you? Have you ever thought about it?"

Tang Mingyue was a little panicked when she heard Yang Xiaotao ask this, but she quickly regained her composure.

"I thought about it before, but now, I no longer have such thoughts!"

"Why?"

"There is no reason. You also know that my job is a bit special."

Tang Mingyue smiled, but Yang Xiaotao shook his head, "I think eldest sister and the others definitely don't think so."

Tang Mingyue also shook her head, "Actually, there is still no suitable one."

Yang Xiaotao nodded, "I think there will always be a suitable one."

Tang Mingyue smiled and did not continue to discuss this issue. Instead, she looked at the neatly stacked books aside and asked, "What do you want to do with these books?"

"Hey, I'm going to take these books with me."

Yang Xiaotao was in a happy mood, not only because he opened the blind box and got something good, but also because he was awarded a thousand credits after reading a book just now.

If you read all the books here, how many credits will you get? It would be best to improve your sub-skills once.

Moreover, these books are very precious, and if you take them back, more people can read them.

It is good for you that you have finished reading and mastered it.

Such a good thing must not be left here to gather dust.

"Take it away, you? You can't do this."

Yang Xiaotao tilted his head indifferently, he knew it would be like this.

However, even if everyone disagrees, he will take it away.

Moreover, this is only on the surface, there is more in the space.

Seeing Yang Xiaotao's serious look, Tang Mingyue no longer wanted to persuade him.

"Don't worry, I will say hello to the master!"

Hearing this, Tang Mingyue shook her head helplessly. This guy became obsessed with books.

After leaving the study, Tang Mingyue told Li Shengli the situation.

Here, only Li Shengli could speak, and asked him to talk to Mohammed to see if he could buy some books.

Li Shengli glanced at the study room, and it was only now that he realized what it meant to be a nerd.

I stayed in the study this morning, except for making a meal at noon.

However, this craft is so delicious.

Hearing what Tang Mingyue said, Shi Qingsong helped by saying, "Director Li, you have to help with this, otherwise who will cook dinner for dinner!"

"What does this have to do with eating?"

Shi Qingsong immediately stepped forward and whispered, "Think about it, if I can take the book away, Brother Tao will definitely be happy. When he is happy, shouldn't he cook more delicious food?"

"Right."

"Besides, I don't want to take away all the books inside. It's okay to leave a few for reflection."

After Shi Qingsong finished speaking, Li Shengli thought about it, thought of Mohammed's greedy character, and then nodded.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of this."

"Director Li, is it okay?"

Tang Mingyue was still a little worried, but Li Shengli smiled and said, "No problem."

"We already gave him a truck, so few books are nothing."

"Don't worry, I'm familiar with this guy."

Across the Pacific.

A middle-aged man with a sinister expression, a hooked nose, and curly hair was swinging a silver-white club in the office.

As the arm swung, a golf ball was lightly knocked, and then rolled forward along the track that had been set long ago.

“wonderful~”

"Smith, it's beautiful. This is the result of many times of practice."

"When the weekend comes, I'm going to participate in the Green Golf Competition."

"By the way, Miss Windsor said she will go with me!"

At the end of the sentence, the man had a wonderful smile on his face.

Smith, who had been standing nearby, listened to the other party's words and saw the track placed on the ground. This is what a person with long hands can do.

There was nothing worth bragging about, but he knew that the director in front of him was only a warrior for five minutes in bed.

As for the source, it was all said by the director’s wife herself.

But none of this can be shown.

Keeping a professional smile on his face, he praised, "That was wonderful. I hope you have a pleasant weekend."

At the same time, I knew in my heart that he was not at home on weekends.

The director put down his cue, picked up a towel and wiped his sweat-free neck, "So, diligent Mr. Smith, do you have any good news?"

"Sir, do you think I will have good news?"

"Oh my gosh, Smith, when you say that, it makes it hard for me to want to see you again!"

Smith shrugged helplessly, "But that's my job!"

"Really? Well, tell me, what's the bad news again."

The director sat back in his chair, "You know, China suddenly joined in, making this originally harmonious planet become restless."

"Damn Chinese people, can't they be more peaceful..."

The director couldn't stop hating him when he talked about Hua Xia, and he couldn't stop talking about it, and he didn't give Smith a chance to speak.

There is no way, their intelligence work in China is not as good as the skinheads, everything in China is like a blind spot to them, they know nothing.

Especially after China purchased the alliance's goods through channels, it used to be able to detect information through aircraft reconnaissance.

Now, don't even think about it.

When the plane arrives, there is a high probability that it will be stabbed down by a bamboo pole.

The director finally finished speaking, and Smith hurriedly spoke while placing the documents in his hand on the table.

"This is the result of our investigation into the failure of the last naval battle."

The director listened and picked up the file.

Last time they gave Bald a small boat. Although it was only an unimportant boat, it was relatively speaking.

At least, the equipment, radar and other equipment on the ship are in the hands of China, which is technical support.

This incident made them doubt the bald man's ability.

How could he lose when he clearly had an absolute advantage?

Now, the findings are in.

"Engine? New model?"

Smith nodded, "Yes, China has developed a new diesel engine that allows gunboats to launch torpedoes at high speeds."

"In addition, they have also produced many products during this time."

"What the hell!"

The director cursed and then thought of something, "Tell the Admiralty about this and ask them to be careful and don't capsize in the gutter!"

"Also, let Bald and the others collect information about this new engine. If necessary, destroy it!"

"OK!"

Smith responded. As for how to destroy it, it was someone else's business.

To be honest, he was investigating these matters just to give an explanation to his superiors. As for the result, it was just an engine, not important.

"By the way, sir, there is one more thing."

Smith thought of something and spoke again.

"Smith, if it's still bad news, don't say it."

"Well…"

"Okay, just kidding, what could be worse?"

"It's not too bad, sir."

After Smith finished speaking, he stepped forward and whispered, "The people we sent to Japan said that the research institute has discovered a new variant of the disease strain, and now there is not enough funding!"

boom!

The director jumped up from his seat after hearing this.

"Isn't it enough? Two million, it's only less than a month, isn't it enough?"

"What are they doing? Even if they sleep in the palace every night, it won't last so many days!"

the director roared.

This time the influenza also affected the mainland because of the garrison base. Fortunately, proper measures were taken and the economic losses were not large.

In addition, the money for purchasing Chinese plum blossoms was paid by local people, so they really didn't spend much money.

But through this incident, they realized the horror of this weapon.

So I arranged for some people to study the diseased strains at Xiaorili.

I thought it was a simple task, but this group of people went there. One day they said there was a shortage of equipment, and the next day they said there was a new discovery. It has been three months since they went back and forth, but the results have not appeared, and the money is getting more and more every time.

But in reality?

These guys have become emperors one by one. They play the flute every night. They really think he is stupid!

I really think I am the federal money printer.

"Tell them there's no money."

"Also, hurry up and complete the task for me. Any college student can complete such a simple task."

"Okay, understood, sir."

Smith nodded quickly, not having the slightest fondness for those guys who wore white coats during the day and took them off at night to fool around.

Java

Uncle Liu was sitting in his clinic, holding a cup with both hands and coughing continuously.

In the past few days, it was just a cough, but starting today, he has noticed that his body has started to have a fever.

He knew better that in the next few days, this situation of ups and downs would continue to occur, and all he had to do was hold on and keep breathing.

Even if it is the last moment, you must die where you deserve to die.

There was a shrill shout outside the door, and Uncle Liu was powerless to stop it.

Especially after entering mid-August, the situation here becomes increasingly severe.

People who thought they could avoid those beasts by hiding at home now regretted it.

They broke open the room and rushed in, destroying everything.

property, life.

People who thought they could survive by being patient are now regretting it underground.

Even some organized people suffered more violent destruction.

Thinking of this, Uncle Liu felt more and more that what he did was not wrong.

He tried hard to take a sip of water, his palms trembling a little.

boom

Suddenly, the door of the clinic was kicked open, and three or four lean people walked in, mumbling incomprehensible words.

Uncle Liu was still sitting there, coughing and coughing.

Several people were rummaging through the clinic, taking everything they could.

However, they arrived relatively late, and the previous waves of people had already looted everything.

Seeing that there was nothing, the young man at the head looked at the water glass in Uncle Liu's hand with fierce eyes. He stepped forward and snatched it away, and then kicked Uncle Liu in the stomach.

Hahaha

The young man smiled with his companions, poured the water in the cup on the ground, and then left with the cup.

I don't know how long it took before Uncle Liu got up from the ground tremblingly, then picked up the stool and continued to sit there.

"Ahem"

"I'm right here."

"Hehe, hehe~"

pier

Uncle Liu's son-in-law was also sitting on the stool, looking at the freighter going away.

Looking at the red heart and white cloth flag on the freighter, the cough in my chest eased slightly.

This is the third dock he has switched in the past few days.

Compared to the first two piers which only operate in Java, this pier is bigger and has more people.

The main business here is not only responsible for the entry and exit of foreign people, but also important international trade. The cargo ships coming and going from other countries are loading and unloading more goods.

He got this opportunity by bribing the contractor.

Of course, in his eyes, money is useless.

Cough cough cough

The tall man stood up, stroking the shelf beside him, and coughed a few times. He knew that time was running out.

In a trance, the figures of his wife and daughter kept reappearing, making his lead-like legs full of strength again.

Then walked towards the newly docked ship.

He clearly remembered his father-in-law's instructions and his brother-in-law's instructions.

This task is very simple.

Just go.

And he can do this kind of work until he dies.

At the same time, a short and thin man was leading a group of children to play football in front of the government office building; a teenager was selling cigarettes in front of the aristocratic school; a girl put on a maid's clothes

Their mission is simple.

alive.

Living is the best revenge.