Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 3028 We need accurate evidence
In the courtyard.

The old Taoist priest sat under the big locust tree with Old Man Ye, Old Man Yang, and a few others. A radio was placed on the table, and the group chatted while listening to the broadcast.

In the Yang family home, the television was on, and a group of children sat below, their eyes glued to the cartoons playing on the screen.

Ran Qiuye was checking Duanwu's homework. The boy had been getting a bit cocky lately and hadn't met Ran Qiuye's standards in several tests. He was looking down, feeling uneasy.

In this family, he is not afraid of his father.

Because Dad doesn't care about small things.

Of course, if you really make your dad angry, the consequences can be truly terrible.

But my mom is different. Her strictness is hidden in daily life. If you make her unhappy, you can't live like this.

So in this family, even the youngest Dudu understands that what Mom says is law, and Dad has to obey obediently.

Well, to put it simply, it's about a guy surnamed Ran who's in charge of a group of Yangs.

Wangwang wagged its tail beside it, its ears perking up from time to time, only to hear the sounds made by its little master, before it obediently lay down again.

"Comrades, good afternoon! In the context of the nationwide unity and struggle and the new progress made in revolution and construction, we are broadcasting a news item again."

Suddenly, the radio that was playing opera changed its tone, and a mature baritone voice appeared, immediately attracting the attention of everyone in the courtyard.

The child, who was watching TV, suddenly saw the screen flash, and then a middle-aged man appeared speaking.

The children's complaints were barely audible when the elderly residents of the courtyard stopped them, and none of them dared to speak.

"Our great workers, farmers, and scientific researchers, united as one, under the leadership of the Ninth Ministry of Industry and Machinery, successfully launched our country's first communications satellite."

"From then on, my country became the second country in the world to possess the capability to independently manufacture communication satellites and successfully launch them into space."

"Comrades, let us cheer! Let us cheer for the advancement of the revolution!"

At that moment, the courtyard suddenly became quiet.

But the next second, a voice rang out, "Yes, it's our Ninth Division, right?"

"Yes, that's our Ninth Division."

Then an affirmative answer came, and the group of people laughed and looked at each other.

The next moment, someone raised their arm, and the air in their chest spontaneously burst forth, shouting, "Hooray!!!"

"Long live!!!"

Duanwu was overjoyed and rushed into Ran Qiuye's arms, hugging her tightly.

Ran Qiuye hugged her son, her face full of smiles.

"Mom, it's Dad, it's Dad, right?"

"Yes, it's your dad, and also your maternal grandfather and your aunt."

"There are also many, many uncles, aunts, brothers, and sisters."

"So you need to study hard, just like your dad."

Duanwu's face suddenly fell, but then she remembered something and said, "Mom, I'll go set off firecrackers to celebrate."

He ran out the door, then took a string of firecrackers from the west room and ran out to greet everyone.

Ran Qiuye shook her head helplessly as she watched Duanwu run off, "Just like your father~"

He then laughed proudly.

The television and radio played continuously, over and over again, enlivening the entire night with their sounds.

Suddenly, firecrackers went off, followed by more noises.

Just as the night in Beijing was becoming lively, Washington, D.C., on the other side of the ocean, was basking in the scorching sun.

Normally, such fine weather would make for a pleasant day off.

People who have been busy all week will put down their work and spend time with their families in the park or have a picnic in the mountains.

You can also pack your bags and head to the mountains and forests to enjoy your own time.

Of course, some people have no choice but to stay in the office and work overtime in frustration.

In the white palace, large floor-to-ceiling windows let the sunlight stream in, illuminating the middle-aged man's Mediterranean-colored face, making it appear oily and even more greasy.

Opposite the middle-aged man, a simply dressed woman leaned back in her chair, a smile always on her face.

"Mr. Smith, are you free tonight?"

The woman stared at Smith for a long time, but he just kept looking at the documents meticulously and didn't look at her at all.

“Ms. Natasha, this is working time. Please do not disturb my work.”

Smith spoke in a serious tone, but his gaze still quickly swept over the woman in front of him, only lingering briefly on certain spots, because they were quite different from before.

Natasha saw all of this.

At this time, Natasha was none other than Alyosha.

However, the woman in front of me not only dyed her original long golden hair to flaxen, but also cut it short.

Her figure has also changed, becoming more in line with the United States' aesthetic standards.

"Mr. Smith, this makes me very sad."

"Natasha, get out!"

Smith put down the documents, his face contorted with anger.

Natasha was still smiling when she got up but didn't leave the office. Instead, she walked over and stood in front of Smith.

One, looking down from above.

One, from bottom to top.

At that moment, Smith felt a powerful, oppressive aura emanating from the woman in front of him.

This has never happened before.

"This is my new look, do you like it?"

Natasha straightened her back, making her simple blouse even more taut.

Smith swallowed hard, about to speak, when Natasha suddenly leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I've noticed something, but I don't know if I should tell you."

Smith shifted his body back, but the beauty of distance made him feel something flowing in his nose.

"what is the problem?"

Natasha suddenly laughed. "I've discovered that many people here have problems."

As he spoke, he hooked his finger under Smith's chin, then reached out and pulled up the man's tie, his eyes full of mockery, but his heart was ice-cold.

"question?"

"what is the problem?"

Smith frowned, then suddenly gripped the other man's thigh. "Explain yourself."

"I"

bang bang
There was a knock on the door. Smith quickly pushed the person away and straightened his tie, while Natasha had already sat back down in her chair.

"Please come in."

After Smith finished speaking, the office door opened, and a tall, blonde, blue-eyed woman walked in.

However, when the woman saw Natasha sitting in the chair, a murderous intent rose in her heart, but she immediately suppressed it and smiled at Smith, "Smith, the boss is looking for you."

Smith glanced at Monsa, then said to Natasha, "We'll talk about our business later."

Natasha nodded, then got up and left.

Just as they reached the door, their two pairs of curved eyes met, and then they both smiled.

Natasha nodded, then turned and left.

As Natasha watched the door close again, a chill ran through her entire body.

I was indeed being monitored. "Asha, did you think my choice back then was right?"

in the office.

After Alyosha left, Smith saw Mengsha standing to the side and explained somewhat flusteredly, "I have nothing to do with her, you have to believe me."

Mengsha chuckled and said, "Why should I believe you?"

"This one, that one"

Smith shook his head, making a clicking sound, but couldn't explain why.

Even if he has a legitimate reason in his heart.

"Alright, hurry up, the boss wants to see you."

"The other side's satellite has been successfully launched, and the whole world knows about it."

Mengsha knew that too much of a good thing could be bad, so she quickly brought up work.

Smith nodded hurriedly and stood up. "Let's go, this is too important, we have to figure it out!"

Mengsha nodded, then followed Smith outside.

"Wade and Jack have sent word that they have completed their investment in Japan."

"Our money has tripled."

"However, the two of them wanted to go big and continue investing in real estate on the Japanese islands."

Mengsha followed behind Smith, speaking softly, each word making Smith's expression excited.

Now, thanks to his and Mengsha's joint efforts, many like-minded people in the intelligence department have come together and formed a new community of interests.

Moreover, as more and more 'struggling' peers and more and more people who want to 'get rich quick' join, the group will grow larger and larger, and its scope will become wider and wider.

And this, too, is a form of strength.

Power is power.

Smith is slowly adapting to this corrupted power.

"By the way, see you at the usual place tonight."

As they approached the door, Mengsha said something softly, then stepped back and stood at a distance.

Smith felt a surge of warmth in his heart, but he forcibly suppressed his feelings and pushed open the door to go inside.

in the office.

Lawrence was listening to a report on the phone.

Seeing Smith walk in, the hook-nosed man raised his head and nodded, then continued making the call.

"I don't want to hear any of that. I have only one request: get the satellites there immediately so I can see their every move."

Lawrence's anger caused the person on the other end of the phone to pause for a moment, but they still insisted, "Sir, this is a technical problem, not something that can be solved by human will. Please understand."

"Bullshit, I don't care about the technology, I want results, results, understand?"

Lawrence was still furious, but the reply on the other end of the phone was calm: No!
"Damn bastard!"

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Lawrence cursed and hung up the phone, then looked at Smith.

"Smith, sit down!"

Then he rang the bell on the table, and Mengsha walked in. Lawrence pointed to the coffee machine next to her.

Mengsha smiled and nodded, then stepped forward to brew coffee.

"Boss, did you call me here because of that weapon?"

Smith spoke first, and Lawrence nodded, "That's right, damn it, they've already sent the satellite up, but those damn scientists are still arguing, and I don't know who to listen to."

At this moment, Mengsha placed coffee cups in front of the two of them, one with sugar added.

"Milk, thank you."

Smith said with a smile, and Mengsha nodded gently before going to get the milk.

Lawrence glanced at the two of them and said irritably, "You two have been together for a while now, and you've already forgotten what kind of coffee he drinks?"

Mengsha rolled her eyes. "Boss, do you think everyone is like you, only liking one flavor?"

Lawrence laughed heartily, “That’s called the virtue of loyalty.”

"Oh, damn virtue, I hope you can keep it up."

"Of course."

Lawrence picked up his coffee, took a sip, and continued, "Those damn scientists, just thinking about them makes me angry."

Smith laughed and said, "I know, I know."

"When I went to verify it, a group of people were very obsessed with the weapon, saying that the terminal velocity of the weapon would exceed eight times the factor, the destructive power of the impact would be no less than that of the mushroom egg, and it was a high-quality weapon without radiation pollution."

"If these guys weren't restricted from leaving the United States due to their status, they'd probably all be bowing down to worship."

Lawrence laughed heartily, a hint of disdain flashing across his face.

The idea that science has no borders is pure nonsense.

It's even mentioned in the book of the Thirty-Six Stratagems: Besieging Wei to Rescue Zhao, Deceiving the Heavens to Cross the Sea, and the Beauty Trap.
Aren't all of these things done by foreigners?

Lawrence felt he had discovered the essence of the Thirty-Six Stratagems: it is to deal with external threats, not internal ones!

"There's another group of people who insist on the law of conservation of energy. To be honest, I have some doubts about this. Is energy really conserved?"

Lawrence shrugged. "Who knows what the scientists are saying?"

"Anyway, I know one thing: when a man and a woman are together, energy is definitely not conserved."

Hahaha

Smith laughed along, and the two of them exchanged knowing smiles.

"I just asked about the satellite's usage rights, and these bastards said they can only fly over it once an hour, and each time they can only stay for ten minutes."

"What good is ten minutes in such a large area?"

"I asked them to lower the orbit, but they said it would consume the satellite's fuel, and once the propellant was depleted, the satellite would lose its maneuverability and eventually de-orbit."

"It means one thing: it can't be adjusted!"

Lawrence put down his coffee and said angrily.

Smith, however, advised, "Boss, what they said is right. Last time we investigated their mushroom egg production base, we used propellant to lower the orbit for filming."

"But the enemy's fortifications were all underground. Several reconnaissance missions failed to find the target, resulting in a huge waste of fuel. As a result, we had our allowance deducted for a year."

Lawrence curled his lip upon hearing this. He was now a multi-millionaire, and from a legitimate source, so he wasn't afraid of being investigated.

He has even planned to travel the world and enjoy a pleasant life after retirement.

Back in front of him, Lawrence's expression turned serious. "Ten minutes it is then."

"I've called you here to discuss two things."

"First, we need to identify the general experimental area of ​​the other party so that we can focus on observing it."

"The second thing is to have you organize an expert group to 'analyze' the photos. Once the photos are sent back, immediately organize personnel to review them."

"Remember, you must find out the other party's experimental results for me; this is very important."

Smith nodded. "Understood, boss!"

"However, if the other side's weapon really exists, what should we do?"

Lawrence's expression was serious. "If that's true, then we need to acquire this weapon as soon as possible."

"We also need to have this weapon in front of the alliance."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Therefore, we need accurate and valid evidence!"

Smith nodded, stood up, and said seriously, "Understood, I'll go right away."