When you are rich, there is Rheinmetall; when you are poor, there is Rheinsteel!

Xia Jianjun turned around and left, and not long after, he appeared in front of the two of them again, but this time, he had a box of ink pads and a stack of letter paper in his hands.

Putting both items on the table, he took out the pen from his chest pocket and pointed at it.

After he was ready, Tang Yuanshan released his hand that was holding Lin Yu, raised his hand and pointed at the writing table: "Please!"

Under the gaze of the two people, Lin Yu picked up a pen and paper and started writing.

[I, Lin Yu, wrote this document at Jiuzhuang Army Command College on June 7, 2002. I will deliver it to Tang Yuanshan, President of Jiuzhuang Army Command College, within one year, that is, before June 7, 2003. A textbook related to information warfare.

If there is any violation, the sky will strike with five thunders.

Signed: Lin Yu.

Date of payment: June 7, 2002]

After writing the receipt, Lin Yu conveniently closed the pen and slipped the pen into his pocket. He inserted the thumb of his right hand into the ink pad and fiddled with it for a while, then gently pressed his fingerprint onto the receipt.

The bright red cinnabar imprinted his fingerprints on the document very clearly.

Tang Yuanshan held it in his hand and looked at it for a while, and was very satisfied.

He folded the note carefully, put it away, and put it in his chest pocket.

After doing all this, he turned to look at Xia Jianjun and asked, "Lao Xia, I'll trouble you to take our classmate Lin Yu to communicate with those Arab students."

"Okay!" Xia Jianjun nodded, but he did not move. Instead, he looked at the two people with unkind eyes and asked, "Where is my pen?"

"I don't know!" Tang Yuanshan and Lin Yu replied in unison. At the same time, they were also pulling at themselves frantically.

After picking at it for a while, Lin Yu found the pen from his pocket and put it on the table amid a burst of laughter.

Xia Jianjun took the pen back, put it in his left breast pocket, patted it hard, and confirmed that the pen was indeed back in his hand and not in a dream, before taking Lin Yu out.

Walking out of the corridor, Lin Yu asked, "Principal Xia, what are you talking about?"

"It's not a good thing you did." He stopped and rolled his eyes. Xia Jianjun continued to move forward, but after taking two steps, he stopped again.

"Actually, I can't blame you entirely..."

After saying that, he continued to move forward, but as soon as he took a step forward, he stopped again and said very firmly: "It's your fault!"

"Our Army Command College, like several other similar schools, sends a group of graduates every year to study in departments under the General Staff Department."

"Among these people, those with better grades will be retained, and some who are diligent will be selected by the staff to go to the headquarters."

"But, things have changed this year!"

"At first, the staff department asked us to study your articles carefully. Then, the staff department used the questions in the articles to examine our students!"

"There is nothing surprising next. From each school, only one or two poor people pass."

"We are all very angry that the quota is gone, but there is nothing we can do about it. Wen Wu is the first, and Wu is not the second. If you lose, you lose. You have to admit it."

"However, people can't get around the obstacles in their hearts, so Old Tang received a call from the General Logistics Office and knew that you would come, so he has been waiting for you."

"According to his idea, he mainly wants to use the rocks from other mountains to attack jade."

"We are a military academy. When it comes to war concepts, we must be at the forefront in order to protect the country's security!"

"If you walk behind, you're a stupid pig!"

While talking, the two arrived at Xia Jianjun's office. In the center of his desk was a thick file box.

Weighing the file box in his hand, Xia Jianjun handed it to Lin Yu with his backhand and said, "Here is a list of Arab international students who are still at the Army Academy, and their basic information."

"As for the more confidential information, you can't see it."

"It's ready." Lin Yu opened the file box with anticipation. There was only a piece of paper in the file box.

On this piece of paper, the student's name is on the front, followed by a brief introduction to personal and family circumstances.

Lin Yu's fingers lightly crossed the list, and finally, he circled a name.

Jalim Azzi Bamul!

An Iraqi.

According to background information, Jalim was born in a large tribe in the Zagros Basin in northern Iraq. After joining the army, he was sent to China to learn military theory.

The Zagros Basin is not famous internationally, but if it had another name, it would be very famous.

Kirkuk!

This is where the Kirkuk Oil Field, one of the top ten oil fields in the world, is located.

Similarly, Kurds, Arabs, and Turkmen also live here. The big tribes that can survive here must have a few brushes.

The more important point is that I am rich, but not that rich.

"Just him!"

Looking at the name Lin Yu chose, Xia Jianjun nodded, picked up the phone on the table and dialed, asked a few questions, and hung up the phone.

"They are at the training ground, I will take you there."

"Aren't you busy, old man?"

"If you're busy, don't be in a hurry. Anyway, just enjoy it."

Under the leadership of Xia Jianjun, the two quickly arrived at the training ground. The teams on the training ground were practicing their formation. Although it looked a little awkward, the formation was still complete after all. There was no appearance of the same hand or foot, and there was no distortion. people.

After standing at the edge of the training ground for a while, the team not far away finally stopped. With the instructor's call for disbanding, the team that was just complete immediately broke into a group.

The instructor came over and chatted with Xia Jianjun for a few words, then raised his hand and pointed at a few people not far away.

After a while, the instructor walked over and brought Jialim back.

The three of them walked out of the training ground and found a secluded shaded place to stand. Lin Yu then whispered to Jialim:

"Fellow villager, do you want weapons of mass destruction?"

As soon as this sentence came out, Xia Jianjun immediately let go of his hands in his arms, turned around, and his eyes swept around like searchlights, confirming that there was no one around and no one was looking here, and then he focused on the two again.

Compared with him, Jialim seemed at a loss.

My family, I was training well on the training ground, and then suddenly someone jumped out and said to me, "Do you want weapons of mass destruction?"

Who understands?

Who dares to ask for this?

He naturally knew Xia Jianjun next to him. He was the vice president of the Army Command College, specializing in logistics. He was often seen at large-scale events in the school, and each speech lasted at least half an hour.

Looking at him for help, Xia Jianjun smiled slightly, waved his hand, and comforted the student: "Jalim, don't worry, this classmate Lin Yu, I can guarantee his background, he is absolutely safe."

After hearing Xia Jianjun's words, Jialim finally set his eyes on Lin Yu and looked at this person who was about the same age as him.

After looking for a while, he asked seriously: "Do you really have weapons of mass destruction in your hands?"