Qatar.
America Central Command.
Hanks, with a plaster cast on his leg, sat in a wheelchair, leaning sideways, his eyes fixed on the big screen of the Joint Operations Command Center.
"General, the flight speed of the missiles launched by Russia this time at various stages has been calculated. Please take a look."
"Okay!" Hanks nodded, took the document and opened it, and saw the relevant calculation results and various supporting materials.
He is not interested in the calculation formula, he is only interested in the result.
His fingers flicked through the document, turning to the last page.
He saw the corresponding result at a glance.
[Average flight speed Mach, terminal speed Mach.
It is a hypersonic missile. 】
Seeing this result, Hanks' eyes widened instantly, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.
He blinked, then closed his eyes again and began to take deep breaths, counting as he breathed.
Count from 0 to 100.
He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the document in his hand again.
The document still ends with the same conclusion.
[Average flight speed Mach, terminal speed Mach.
It is a hypersonic missile. 】
Seeing this conclusion, he couldn't help but start scratching his hair.
When the Soviet Union collapsed, Russia, Ukraine and Belarus inherited the three largest legacies of the Soviet Union.
However, due to the Soviet Union's arrangements at the time, these three countries did not inherit a complete industrial system.
The Soviet Union’s weakest point at the time was electronic technology.
These three countries naturally inherited this weakness.
Based on Hanks' understanding of Russia, Russia's electronics industry is simply unable to support their manufacture of hypersonic missiles.
MD, where did the Russians get the parts?
After thinking about it, a name appeared silently in his mind. As soon as it appeared, Hanks was sure that it was definitely this guy who was behind it.
Lin Yu!
Figure 160!
Hypersonic missile!
It’s connected, all fucking connected!
What a bullshit blueprint given by Ukraine!
This is the blueprint of the Tu-160 that Lin Yu exchanged for the hypersonic missile from Russia.
Through this exchange, Lin Yu directly made up for the shortcoming of strategic bombers. At the same time, he also used the parts of hypersonic missiles to strangle Russia.
Those stupid Slavs.
You must have been so happy when you were exchanging.
When you get the blueprints and find out that you can’t figure it out, you must be even happier!
Now that someone is strangling you, you must be happier!
Idiot!
After cursing in his heart, he took out his special mobile phone for communication, found Dena's number, and dialed it.
As soon as the call was connected, he couldn't wait to roar at the other end of the phone:
"What on earth was that bastard Lin Yu thinking? Doesn't he know that there is no word 'reliable' in the Slavic dictionary?"
"Giving hypersonic missiles to the Slavs, isn't he afraid of the Slavs' backlash?"
"Just those pigs?"
"With his meddling, our plans in Syria may be ruined. Do you have any ideas?"
After this verbal abuse, the phone fell silent, with only the sound of heavy breathing coming through the receiver.
After several minutes, Dana's somewhat tired voice came from the other end of the phone:
"You're scared!"
"Aren't you scared?" Hanks responded impatiently. He was very annoyed now. The plan to kill Syria had already been launched, but halfway through, the other party did not follow the moral code of war.
Just take out the nuclear bomb.
Nuclear bombs...
If someone else had taken out the nuclear bomb, he probably wouldn't have taken it to heart, but the one who took out the nuclear bomb was Russia.
According to Russian habits, although the threat of nuclear bombs is greatest before they are launched, they really dare to use them.
We come here to make money, not to die.
After he finished speaking, it was a long time before Dana's voice came from the other end of the phone, with a hint of joking in his voice:
“A little, but not much.”
"Russia's nuclear launch this time was indeed to show off its strength. But the problem is that they also exposed their own shortcomings."
"They launched 12 missiles at a time, just to warn us that they have sufficient missile production capacity."
"But as we all know, the Russian electronics industry is almost zero, it's a piece of shit."
"This raises a question: where do the core parts of the missile come from?"
"At this point, the answer is obvious."
“Lin Yu!”
"Although I don't know their specific transaction conditions, I can be sure that there are not many core parts."
"Maybe enough for Russia to use, but definitely not enough for them to reach Syria."
"So, the plan we said at the time will continue, but we may need to limit the scope of the strike and try not to provoke Russia."
"As long as we don't provoke Russia, Russia, based on its own position, will certainly be happy to see Syria beaten, so that Syria will completely turn to them."
"After all, Syria is jumping back and forth right now, always having some inappropriate ideas, which annoys them a lot."
“It’s a win-win situation!”
"Okay, I'm going to hang up first. I have something else to do."
Hawaii, Headquarters of the American Indo-Pacific Theater.
After Donald hung up the phone, he calculated the current time in China in his mind and found that it was working hours. He found Lin Yu's number and dialed it.
The phone rang for a long time before someone finally answered it.
Hearing the voice coming from the other side, he couldn't wait to ask:
"Are you selling hypersonic missiles? If not the whole missile, selling parts is fine. It's very profitable."
Yanjing.
Lin Yu sat on He Qingyang's chair, leaning on the desk with his legs crossed. Listening to the questions coming from the receiver, he sighed, put the receiver to his lips, and asked in a gentle tone:
"What do you have to offer in exchange?"
Just after asking, Dana's conditions came through the receiver:
"F22's technical data, Area 51's data on aliens, No. 6 submarine steel material..."
"In short, I have everything you want."
Listening to those familiar things, Lin Yu couldn't help but think of his previous life.
In the previous life, countless researchers racked their brains and tried every possible means to finally make their research catch up with the data released by America.
Finally, after decryption.
Damn, it's all fake data!
These are all data filled in randomly by a bunch of B researchers in America in order to defraud funding and subsidies.
Until now, he still remembers very clearly the scene when the news came out and was verified and confirmed to be true, everyone in the institute, from 80 to 18 years old, male and female, young and old, were cursing.
Recalling these scenes, Lin Yu sighed softly and said softly:
"Forget about hypersonic missiles. As for the things you just said, you should know how much of the data is true and how much is false."
“Everyone is smart.”
"But in the next few years I plan to get some mineral resources and wait for them to run out. Are you interested?"
There was no response on the phone, only the sound of heavy breathing.
It seemed that Dena was surprised by Lin Yu's response.
After a long while, Dana's deep voice came:
"Okay, remember to call me when the time comes. Let that bastard Hanks get out of here. He's too stupid."
"OK! I'll call you after the New Year!" After responding, Lin Yu hung up the phone, threw the phone aside, stood up, poured out the tea leaves in the jar, and grabbed a handful of tea from He Qingyang's collection and threw it into the jar.
Humming happily, he walked to the water dispenser and made himself a cup of strong tea to refresh himself.
Just as he was holding the teacup and leisurely drinking tea, the office door was pushed open. He Qingyang walked into the room with a smile on his face, holding a silver-white metal password box in his left hand and a black cylinder more than one meter long in his right hand.
Seeing Lin Yu drinking tea, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the bookcase and saw the uncovered tea can at a glance.
The next second, his murderous gaze locked onto Lin Yu, and he said several good words in a row.
Seeing this, Lin Yu quickly lowered his head and made a cup of strong tea for his teacher.
When the tea was handed to him, he glanced at the metal code box and the cylinder and asked casually:
"Teacher, what do the leaders say?"
He Qingyang did not respond directly to his temptation. He took the tea, blew it cool, took a sip, and then knocked on the metal password box in front of him with his fingers.
"Xiao Yu! Your blessing has arrived!"
This nonsensical sentence left Lin Yu completely confused. He tilted his head and stared at He Xinyang in deep thought.
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Blessings?
What blessing?
Didn’t you go to meet the leader?
Why is it related to my own blessings again?
As a party member, you actually believe in this thing called good fortune. He Qingyang, He Qingyang, you are not aware enough.
Under Lin Yu's curious and disgusted gaze, He Qingyang picked up the cylinder and slowly unscrewed the lid.
Then he turned the cylinder over and poured something out.
A bamboo whip!
One bamboo whip is about meters long and 5 mm in diameter. It is symmetrical throughout, with each bamboo node about one centimeter long. The bamboo nodes are distinct and the whole body is purple-black in color. It is made from bamboo roots.
Seeing this thing, Lin Yu subconsciously took a step back.
It's nothing, I was just very naughty in elementary and junior high school, and got beaten with this thing many times.
The effect of a whip is immediate. Within three seconds, the place where the whip is hit will become red and swollen. Moreover, because the whip is made of bamboo roots, it has distinct joints and is extremely soft.
When it is applied to a person, it will be drawn very evenly.
Of course, it hurts!
It hurts so much!
Holding the bamboo whip in his hand, He Qingyang's eyes lit up.
He held the handle wrapped with silk thread in his right hand, and gently stroked the edge of the bamboo with his left hand. From time to time, he grabbed the bamboo whip with his hand, gently bent it, and then let it go.
After playing with it for a while, he raised his eyes and looked at Lin Yu:
"This is a good thing that an old leader gave me when I went to meet the leader."
"He said this bamboo whip is the root of a water bamboo. He picked it for a long time before he found one like this."
"As soon as they are dug out of the ground, they are put into the steamer and cooked with high-temperature steam. Before the steam dries up, they are soaked in 50-degree vegetable oil."
"Soak it in 50-degree vegetable oil for 72 hours, then steam it in a steamer for 12 hours."
"And take advantage of the water vapor and soak it in vegetable oil."
"Do this three times."
“Finally, apply tung oil and varnish, and place in a cool place to dry for 49 days.”
"After it is completely dried, wrap a thread around the handle and you will have a whip like this."
"According to what the old leader said, this whip is very handy when it comes to beating people, especially children."
"No matter how the child tries to block, this soft whip can hit his hand accurately and without error."
"When I met the leader this time, he told me to give you this whip."
He Qingyang stopped talking, then slowly raised his head, and then put the whip back into the cylinder like a sword.
He screwed on the lid and handed the cylinder to Lin Yu.
Lin Yu didn't dare to answer.
This thing...
It doesn't look like it's for me to use to beat Lin Huan.
It's more like using it to whip yourself.
Seeing that his student didn't take it, He Qingyang stood up, holding the cylinder in front of Lin Yu, opened his hand, and stuffed it directly into Lin Yu's arms:
"Here! Take it."
"In the words of the leader, that little bastard is too bold to dare to do anything. Give him this whip."
He Qingyang stuffed the cylinder to Lin Yu, and without waiting for Lin Yu to speak, he returned to the password box and sat down. He took a sip of tea and found that his student was still in a daze, so he pointed to the box in front of him, then pointed to the seat opposite, and asked Lin Yu to sit down opposite.
When Lin Yu sat across from him holding the cylinder in a daze, He Qingyang entered the password, opened the password box, turned it around, and then pushed the password box in front of Lin Yu:
"The things in the box are your blessings!"
As he spoke, Lin Yu's gaze fell on the password box.
The inside of the password box is separated by flame-retardant materials.
On the left, there is a pile of documents.
On the right, there are obviously two seals.
Seeing these things, Lin Yu subconsciously looked up at He Qingyang.
He Qingyang smiled and pointed at the cylinder in Lin Yu's hand, explaining:
"You are so bold, so the leaders have assigned you a new task."
"They asked the Development and Reform Department, the Commerce Department, and the Information Industry Department to jointly set up a Science and Technology Industry Economic Development Office."
"Ding Liang, who was originally from the State-owned Assets Management Office, was transferred here to serve as the director."
"His job is to take care of you."
"Your mission is to take this official seal, your personal seal, and this pile of documents, and go to the Magic City to set up an office."
"Then, based on the scientific outlook on development, we will plan and arrange industries in the eastern coastal areas, the Yangtze River Delta, the Yangtze River hinterland, the Pearl River Delta, and the Pearl River hinterland."
"For backward industries, those that can be transformed and upgraded will be transformed and upgraded, and those that cannot be transformed and upgraded will be eliminated."
"We must catch up with and even surpass America in high-tech and become the best in the world."
“While enhancing the competitiveness of various industries, we must also avoid disorderly, uncontrolled and fruitless competition among industries.”
"Your authority is clearly stated in the document in the box."
"If there are any disobedient people, you can deal with them directly if they are not up to the required level. If they are up to the required level, I will report to you."
"Of course, your position at Rheinsteel will remain, and Rheinsteel will still be under your jurisdiction."
hiss--
Lin Yu couldn't help but take a breath, stood up, and took a few steps back.
When he retreated, he found that he was still holding the cylinder, and quickly threw it away.
This is not an easy job.
This is like roasting yourself on the fire.
This is not a hot potato, this is just a hot bomb given to yourself.
Is this a blessing?
The blessing of 996?
Damn it, whoever wants it can have it!
Watching Lin Yu's actions, He Qingyang stood up with a smile, walked to the cylinder, picked up the cylinder, unscrewed it, pulled out the bamboo whip inside and played with it in his hand.
After playing with it for a while, he raised his eyes:
"The leader said, you can choose not to go. If you don't go, I will use this bamboo whip to beat you to death, so that you don't have time to think about those things and then dig holes and harm others."
"Go ahead, pack your things and go to the Magic City."
"Arrange your work before the New Year!"
"Go back to work right after the New Year! When the impact of the financial crisis is eliminated, you will be free!"
"If you can't eliminate the impact of the financial crisis, the leaders will come over and use this whip dipped in salt, iodine, hydrogen peroxide and alcohol to beat you hard. They will hang you up and beat you to death!"
“This is your blessing!”
"So, are you going to answer it now, or not?"
As He Qingyang spoke, he pressed closer and closer towards Lin Yu.
When the distance between the master and the apprentice was about to be less than one meter, Lin Yu dodged and ran to the coffee table, picked up the box on the table, and picked up the cylinder without the bamboo whip:
"Go, I'll go!"
After getting the answer, He Qingyang sheathed the bamboo whip and pushed Lin Yu out:
"There's no time to lose. Get out of here now."
Ten minutes later, Lin Yu boarded his own car number 66666 and headed south.
(The whole book is finished!)
America Central Command.
Hanks, with a plaster cast on his leg, sat in a wheelchair, leaning sideways, his eyes fixed on the big screen of the Joint Operations Command Center.
"General, the flight speed of the missiles launched by Russia this time at various stages has been calculated. Please take a look."
"Okay!" Hanks nodded, took the document and opened it, and saw the relevant calculation results and various supporting materials.
He is not interested in the calculation formula, he is only interested in the result.
His fingers flicked through the document, turning to the last page.
He saw the corresponding result at a glance.
[Average flight speed Mach, terminal speed Mach.
It is a hypersonic missile. 】
Seeing this result, Hanks' eyes widened instantly, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.
He blinked, then closed his eyes again and began to take deep breaths, counting as he breathed.
Count from 0 to 100.
He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the document in his hand again.
The document still ends with the same conclusion.
[Average flight speed Mach, terminal speed Mach.
It is a hypersonic missile. 】
Seeing this conclusion, he couldn't help but start scratching his hair.
When the Soviet Union collapsed, Russia, Ukraine and Belarus inherited the three largest legacies of the Soviet Union.
However, due to the Soviet Union's arrangements at the time, these three countries did not inherit a complete industrial system.
The Soviet Union’s weakest point at the time was electronic technology.
These three countries naturally inherited this weakness.
Based on Hanks' understanding of Russia, Russia's electronics industry is simply unable to support their manufacture of hypersonic missiles.
MD, where did the Russians get the parts?
After thinking about it, a name appeared silently in his mind. As soon as it appeared, Hanks was sure that it was definitely this guy who was behind it.
Lin Yu!
Figure 160!
Hypersonic missile!
It’s connected, all fucking connected!
What a bullshit blueprint given by Ukraine!
This is the blueprint of the Tu-160 that Lin Yu exchanged for the hypersonic missile from Russia.
Through this exchange, Lin Yu directly made up for the shortcoming of strategic bombers. At the same time, he also used the parts of hypersonic missiles to strangle Russia.
Those stupid Slavs.
You must have been so happy when you were exchanging.
When you get the blueprints and find out that you can’t figure it out, you must be even happier!
Now that someone is strangling you, you must be happier!
Idiot!
After cursing in his heart, he took out his special mobile phone for communication, found Dena's number, and dialed it.
As soon as the call was connected, he couldn't wait to roar at the other end of the phone:
"What on earth was that bastard Lin Yu thinking? Doesn't he know that there is no word 'reliable' in the Slavic dictionary?"
"Giving hypersonic missiles to the Slavs, isn't he afraid of the Slavs' backlash?"
"Just those pigs?"
"With his meddling, our plans in Syria may be ruined. Do you have any ideas?"
After this verbal abuse, the phone fell silent, with only the sound of heavy breathing coming through the receiver.
After several minutes, Dana's somewhat tired voice came from the other end of the phone:
"You're scared!"
"Aren't you scared?" Hanks responded impatiently. He was very annoyed now. The plan to kill Syria had already been launched, but halfway through, the other party did not follow the moral code of war.
Just take out the nuclear bomb.
Nuclear bombs...
If someone else had taken out the nuclear bomb, he probably wouldn't have taken it to heart, but the one who took out the nuclear bomb was Russia.
According to Russian habits, although the threat of nuclear bombs is greatest before they are launched, they really dare to use them.
We come here to make money, not to die.
After he finished speaking, it was a long time before Dana's voice came from the other end of the phone, with a hint of joking in his voice:
“A little, but not much.”
"Russia's nuclear launch this time was indeed to show off its strength. But the problem is that they also exposed their own shortcomings."
"They launched 12 missiles at a time, just to warn us that they have sufficient missile production capacity."
"But as we all know, the Russian electronics industry is almost zero, it's a piece of shit."
"This raises a question: where do the core parts of the missile come from?"
"At this point, the answer is obvious."
“Lin Yu!”
"Although I don't know their specific transaction conditions, I can be sure that there are not many core parts."
"Maybe enough for Russia to use, but definitely not enough for them to reach Syria."
"So, the plan we said at the time will continue, but we may need to limit the scope of the strike and try not to provoke Russia."
"As long as we don't provoke Russia, Russia, based on its own position, will certainly be happy to see Syria beaten, so that Syria will completely turn to them."
"After all, Syria is jumping back and forth right now, always having some inappropriate ideas, which annoys them a lot."
“It’s a win-win situation!”
"Okay, I'm going to hang up first. I have something else to do."
Hawaii, Headquarters of the American Indo-Pacific Theater.
After Donald hung up the phone, he calculated the current time in China in his mind and found that it was working hours. He found Lin Yu's number and dialed it.
The phone rang for a long time before someone finally answered it.
Hearing the voice coming from the other side, he couldn't wait to ask:
"Are you selling hypersonic missiles? If not the whole missile, selling parts is fine. It's very profitable."
Yanjing.
Lin Yu sat on He Qingyang's chair, leaning on the desk with his legs crossed. Listening to the questions coming from the receiver, he sighed, put the receiver to his lips, and asked in a gentle tone:
"What do you have to offer in exchange?"
Just after asking, Dana's conditions came through the receiver:
"F22's technical data, Area 51's data on aliens, No. 6 submarine steel material..."
"In short, I have everything you want."
Listening to those familiar things, Lin Yu couldn't help but think of his previous life.
In the previous life, countless researchers racked their brains and tried every possible means to finally make their research catch up with the data released by America.
Finally, after decryption.
Damn, it's all fake data!
These are all data filled in randomly by a bunch of B researchers in America in order to defraud funding and subsidies.
Until now, he still remembers very clearly the scene when the news came out and was verified and confirmed to be true, everyone in the institute, from 80 to 18 years old, male and female, young and old, were cursing.
Recalling these scenes, Lin Yu sighed softly and said softly:
"Forget about hypersonic missiles. As for the things you just said, you should know how much of the data is true and how much is false."
“Everyone is smart.”
"But in the next few years I plan to get some mineral resources and wait for them to run out. Are you interested?"
There was no response on the phone, only the sound of heavy breathing.
It seemed that Dena was surprised by Lin Yu's response.
After a long while, Dana's deep voice came:
"Okay, remember to call me when the time comes. Let that bastard Hanks get out of here. He's too stupid."
"OK! I'll call you after the New Year!" After responding, Lin Yu hung up the phone, threw the phone aside, stood up, poured out the tea leaves in the jar, and grabbed a handful of tea from He Qingyang's collection and threw it into the jar.
Humming happily, he walked to the water dispenser and made himself a cup of strong tea to refresh himself.
Just as he was holding the teacup and leisurely drinking tea, the office door was pushed open. He Qingyang walked into the room with a smile on his face, holding a silver-white metal password box in his left hand and a black cylinder more than one meter long in his right hand.
Seeing Lin Yu drinking tea, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the bookcase and saw the uncovered tea can at a glance.
The next second, his murderous gaze locked onto Lin Yu, and he said several good words in a row.
Seeing this, Lin Yu quickly lowered his head and made a cup of strong tea for his teacher.
When the tea was handed to him, he glanced at the metal code box and the cylinder and asked casually:
"Teacher, what do the leaders say?"
He Qingyang did not respond directly to his temptation. He took the tea, blew it cool, took a sip, and then knocked on the metal password box in front of him with his fingers.
"Xiao Yu! Your blessing has arrived!"
This nonsensical sentence left Lin Yu completely confused. He tilted his head and stared at He Xinyang in deep thought.
The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!
Blessings?
What blessing?
Didn’t you go to meet the leader?
Why is it related to my own blessings again?
As a party member, you actually believe in this thing called good fortune. He Qingyang, He Qingyang, you are not aware enough.
Under Lin Yu's curious and disgusted gaze, He Qingyang picked up the cylinder and slowly unscrewed the lid.
Then he turned the cylinder over and poured something out.
A bamboo whip!
One bamboo whip is about meters long and 5 mm in diameter. It is symmetrical throughout, with each bamboo node about one centimeter long. The bamboo nodes are distinct and the whole body is purple-black in color. It is made from bamboo roots.
Seeing this thing, Lin Yu subconsciously took a step back.
It's nothing, I was just very naughty in elementary and junior high school, and got beaten with this thing many times.
The effect of a whip is immediate. Within three seconds, the place where the whip is hit will become red and swollen. Moreover, because the whip is made of bamboo roots, it has distinct joints and is extremely soft.
When it is applied to a person, it will be drawn very evenly.
Of course, it hurts!
It hurts so much!
Holding the bamboo whip in his hand, He Qingyang's eyes lit up.
He held the handle wrapped with silk thread in his right hand, and gently stroked the edge of the bamboo with his left hand. From time to time, he grabbed the bamboo whip with his hand, gently bent it, and then let it go.
After playing with it for a while, he raised his eyes and looked at Lin Yu:
"This is a good thing that an old leader gave me when I went to meet the leader."
"He said this bamboo whip is the root of a water bamboo. He picked it for a long time before he found one like this."
"As soon as they are dug out of the ground, they are put into the steamer and cooked with high-temperature steam. Before the steam dries up, they are soaked in 50-degree vegetable oil."
"Soak it in 50-degree vegetable oil for 72 hours, then steam it in a steamer for 12 hours."
"And take advantage of the water vapor and soak it in vegetable oil."
"Do this three times."
“Finally, apply tung oil and varnish, and place in a cool place to dry for 49 days.”
"After it is completely dried, wrap a thread around the handle and you will have a whip like this."
"According to what the old leader said, this whip is very handy when it comes to beating people, especially children."
"No matter how the child tries to block, this soft whip can hit his hand accurately and without error."
"When I met the leader this time, he told me to give you this whip."
He Qingyang stopped talking, then slowly raised his head, and then put the whip back into the cylinder like a sword.
He screwed on the lid and handed the cylinder to Lin Yu.
Lin Yu didn't dare to answer.
This thing...
It doesn't look like it's for me to use to beat Lin Huan.
It's more like using it to whip yourself.
Seeing that his student didn't take it, He Qingyang stood up, holding the cylinder in front of Lin Yu, opened his hand, and stuffed it directly into Lin Yu's arms:
"Here! Take it."
"In the words of the leader, that little bastard is too bold to dare to do anything. Give him this whip."
He Qingyang stuffed the cylinder to Lin Yu, and without waiting for Lin Yu to speak, he returned to the password box and sat down. He took a sip of tea and found that his student was still in a daze, so he pointed to the box in front of him, then pointed to the seat opposite, and asked Lin Yu to sit down opposite.
When Lin Yu sat across from him holding the cylinder in a daze, He Qingyang entered the password, opened the password box, turned it around, and then pushed the password box in front of Lin Yu:
"The things in the box are your blessings!"
As he spoke, Lin Yu's gaze fell on the password box.
The inside of the password box is separated by flame-retardant materials.
On the left, there is a pile of documents.
On the right, there are obviously two seals.
Seeing these things, Lin Yu subconsciously looked up at He Qingyang.
He Qingyang smiled and pointed at the cylinder in Lin Yu's hand, explaining:
"You are so bold, so the leaders have assigned you a new task."
"They asked the Development and Reform Department, the Commerce Department, and the Information Industry Department to jointly set up a Science and Technology Industry Economic Development Office."
"Ding Liang, who was originally from the State-owned Assets Management Office, was transferred here to serve as the director."
"His job is to take care of you."
"Your mission is to take this official seal, your personal seal, and this pile of documents, and go to the Magic City to set up an office."
"Then, based on the scientific outlook on development, we will plan and arrange industries in the eastern coastal areas, the Yangtze River Delta, the Yangtze River hinterland, the Pearl River Delta, and the Pearl River hinterland."
"For backward industries, those that can be transformed and upgraded will be transformed and upgraded, and those that cannot be transformed and upgraded will be eliminated."
"We must catch up with and even surpass America in high-tech and become the best in the world."
“While enhancing the competitiveness of various industries, we must also avoid disorderly, uncontrolled and fruitless competition among industries.”
"Your authority is clearly stated in the document in the box."
"If there are any disobedient people, you can deal with them directly if they are not up to the required level. If they are up to the required level, I will report to you."
"Of course, your position at Rheinsteel will remain, and Rheinsteel will still be under your jurisdiction."
hiss--
Lin Yu couldn't help but take a breath, stood up, and took a few steps back.
When he retreated, he found that he was still holding the cylinder, and quickly threw it away.
This is not an easy job.
This is like roasting yourself on the fire.
This is not a hot potato, this is just a hot bomb given to yourself.
Is this a blessing?
The blessing of 996?
Damn it, whoever wants it can have it!
Watching Lin Yu's actions, He Qingyang stood up with a smile, walked to the cylinder, picked up the cylinder, unscrewed it, pulled out the bamboo whip inside and played with it in his hand.
After playing with it for a while, he raised his eyes:
"The leader said, you can choose not to go. If you don't go, I will use this bamboo whip to beat you to death, so that you don't have time to think about those things and then dig holes and harm others."
"Go ahead, pack your things and go to the Magic City."
"Arrange your work before the New Year!"
"Go back to work right after the New Year! When the impact of the financial crisis is eliminated, you will be free!"
"If you can't eliminate the impact of the financial crisis, the leaders will come over and use this whip dipped in salt, iodine, hydrogen peroxide and alcohol to beat you hard. They will hang you up and beat you to death!"
“This is your blessing!”
"So, are you going to answer it now, or not?"
As He Qingyang spoke, he pressed closer and closer towards Lin Yu.
When the distance between the master and the apprentice was about to be less than one meter, Lin Yu dodged and ran to the coffee table, picked up the box on the table, and picked up the cylinder without the bamboo whip:
"Go, I'll go!"
After getting the answer, He Qingyang sheathed the bamboo whip and pushed Lin Yu out:
"There's no time to lose. Get out of here now."
Ten minutes later, Lin Yu boarded his own car number 66666 and headed south.
(The whole book is finished!)
