The train driver in the courtyard

The telegram was not long, with only a few dozen words in total, but Lao Mao read it over and over for more than ten minutes as if he was studying an incomprehensible book.

Anemometers undergo rigorous and multi-faceted professional training, and telegraph training is one of them. The content of the telegram is accurate, the wording is concise and unambiguous.

"You know the driver best, Old Cat, so tell me what you think." The farmer leaned back in his chair and asked Old Cat.

At this moment, the old cat felt like there were millions of bees buzzing in his head, and his heart was full of disbelief.

Li Aiguo is usually so cautious in his work, how come he got into trouble?

He raised his hand to rub his throbbing temple and forced himself to calm down: "Although the light bulb is just a safety precaution we reserved, it has nothing to do with us directly.
But the driver would never point him out unless he had no other options.”

“Now that Bulb has been arrested, it seems that the driver is informing us that he is in trouble, but in fact he is warning us not to get involved in this matter and not to take the risk of rescuing him.

He is afraid that our comrades on the Russian side will end up like light bulbs."

The farmer looked calm and raised his head slightly: "Why do you think so? Why can't it be the driver who asked us to rescue him quickly?"

"If I were caught by the Russians, I would definitely make the same choice." Old Cat sighed, feeling his temples throbbing more and more violently and feeling flustered.

The farmer took the telegram and read it carefully again, then raised a new question: "Comrade driver's action this time is related to the future development of our computers, which is of vital importance. He can sacrifice himself for the overall situation, but will he give up the mission?"

The old cat, who had spoken with confidence just now, now had a hint of hesitation on his face.

He paused and said slowly: "If it were me... I would never give up. Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance of success, I would complete the task at all costs."

Fighting on a special front is never an easy game; it is a cruel battlefield where bloodshed and sacrifice are required.

If the sacrifice of a few or even dozens of people can bring about a victory of great significance, all meteorologists will step forward without hesitation and die bravely.

On this front, there is no so-called trolley problem, and national interests are the only criterion for measuring all actions.

Every meteorologist on duty is aware of this, and everyone at the weather station understands this.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Lao Mao suddenly realized that there was something fishy about the whole thing.

Now that Li Aiguo has been captured, the mission is about to fail, but he chooses to issue a warning at this moment.

"Could it be that the driver thinks he can turn the tide and complete the mission by himself?" Old Cat couldn't help but said in a lost voice, "He is worried that if we rush to rescue him, not only will we not be able to help, but will ruin his plan?"

This idea sounded incredible, but the farmer tapped the table lightly: "This kid... I really don't know, he might really do such a thing."

The farmer pondered for a moment, looked at the old cat, and solemnly gave an order: "From today on, you will be responsible for following up on the driver's affairs.

He immediately sent a telegram to his comrades on the Russian side, asking them to do everything they could to find out the news.

Remember, this is a restricted action, you are only here to gather information, and you must not do anything to expose yourself."

"Yes!" Old Cat knew in his heart that this was the only feasible thing to do in the current unclear situation.

After leaving the office, Lao Mao looked up at the bright red flag fluttering on the flagpole and murmured to himself: "Aiguo, you must hold on. I'm looking forward to having a good drink with you."

Under the careful supervision of the farmer, the weather station has established a complete and efficient structure over the years.

The telegram sent by the weather station instantly crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and reached the Russians.

In the Moscow Hotel, a burly bearded chef strode out from the back kitchen warehouse and happened to stop a waiter who was carrying a tray and preparing to serve the dishes.

"Which department does the guest in box number three belong to?" asked the bearded chef.

"They seem to be the leaders of the Academy of Sciences. These intellectuals have little money in their pockets, but they have a lot of demands. Look, there can't be oil, chili, salt, or even seasoning in this salad." The waiter complained helplessly.

The bearded man looked at the plate of vegetables and said, "Let me help you carry it." In the big restaurant, the bearded chef was famous for his warm-heartedness, so the waiter didn't think much about it and handed the tray to him.

The bearded chef carried a tray and walked steadily to the door of box number three.

The door of the box was half-open, and the sound of a faint conversation could be heard from inside.

The bearded chef stood at the door and listened for a while. The people inside were just discussing the personnel arrangements of the Academy of Sciences. There was nothing special.

His expression was normal, he stretched out his hand to push the door open and walked in. From beginning to end, the bearded chef did not make any unusual moves that would arouse suspicion.

The only rule of action for this type of restricted action is to try not to take obvious action.

Restricted actions certainly have disadvantages, such as the inability to conduct in-depth investigations into the situation. However, when there are enough people involved in the action, this disadvantage will be gradually weakened by the advantage in numbers.

At the same time as the bearded chef was taking action, a young clerk in a Moscow ministry was also acting in secret. A member of a farm in the suburbs of Moscow was also not idle. There were also railway workers at the Siberian Railway Station, workers in a factory in St. Petersburg... Comrades from all over the country took action.

These actions are like spreading countless large nets in secret.

Although the mesh of each net is very large, countless nets are stacked on top of each other. No matter how cunning the fish is, it will eventually not be able to escape from this tight net.

Late at night, the old cat received a telegram. As soon as he received the telegram, he immediately held it in his hand and hurried to knock on the door of the farmer's office.

Lao Mao knew very well that the farmer had been guarding the weather station ever since the driver had the accident and had never left.

"Xie Dizi is a meteorologist stationed in Moscow last year. He is good friends with the driver and is very capable. Xie Dizi got this information through his own channels with great difficulty."

"According to the information obtained by Xiedizi, the Ministry of Internal Affairs has sent a special operations team to Minsk and also transferred troops from Kiev."

"There was a fierce standoff between the Kiev and Minsk troops outside the Minsk Institute. In the end, Andrei, Li Aiguo, and several researchers from the Minsk Institute were taken away."

"It is not clear where he is being held."

"Right now, more than a dozen members of the Minsk Commission have been arrested, hundreds of mid-level leaders have been detained, and countless others have been implicated."

"The Minsk incident caused a lot of uproar. Although it was not reported in the newspapers due to the deliberate cover-up by some people, it is no longer a secret to the Russians."

The dim light flickered, and when the farmer finished reading the telegram, Old Cat spoke: "According to our understanding of the Cheka, the special operations team is at a very high level, and they have mobilized troops and arrested hundreds of people.

Comrade driver, I think we are in big trouble this time. What should we do now?"

"Wait."

To the old cat's surprise, the farmer's expression suddenly relaxed after receiving the telegram.

"Wait?" The old cat was surprised. He knew the farmer too well. The farmer was not the kind of person who liked to sit and wait.

"Have you ever thought about a problem?" The farmer took out a cigarette from the cigarette box, which was rare. Seeing this, the old cat quickly struck a match and helped him light the cigarette.

The farmer took a deep puff of cigarette, letting the smoke linger and cover his face, then he slowly said: "Why did the Cheka make such a big fuss? Comrade Driver and Andrei are at most two insignificant chickens in the eyes of the Cheka, but the other party used a butcher knife."

The Cheka, like the weatherman, is a sharp blade on a special front, but there are many kinds of knives, including pencil knives, fruit knives, pocket knives, kitchen knives, chicken-killing knives, cattle-slaughtering knives... The Cheka will always choose the appropriate "knife" according to the different situations of the opponents.

The farmer's words were like a dazzling flash of lightning, instantly piercing the airless darkness. The old cat's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said, "This shows that the Cheka's opponents are very strong! Or rather, they think their opponents are very strong."

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Cat took a breath and said, "Could it be that the Cheka is preparing to deal with Marshal Medal?"

A while ago, in the telegram sent back by Li Aiguo, it was clearly mentioned that Andre had a close relationship with Marshal of the Order.

Lao Mao felt his heart begin to beat wildly. This matter had already involved the highest level of the Russians. If he was not careful, the driver would be smashed to pieces and never be able to recover.

"But it is precisely because of this that there is an opportunity to take advantage of the situation." The farmer put several telegrams together with a smile on his face. "Although I can't see where the opportunity is for the time being, since the driver has made such a choice, I believe he must have made a plan in mind."

The power struggles among high-level officials have always been bloody and cruel. In front of those powerful people, Li Aiguo was like a tiny ant, seemingly without any chance of winning.

The old cat didn't agree with the farmer's point of view, but he didn't say anything more. After all, the only thing they could do now was to wait quietly for a turnaround.

After the old cat left, the farmer squinted his eyes and looked at the darkness outside the window and muttered to himself: "This shouldn't happen. The situation over there is stable, and the Korean emperor holds great power. He shouldn't attack Commander Xie at this time."

The country has a close relationship with Big Brother, and the weather stations act as its eyes, always keeping an eye on Big Brother.

In fact, there is also a working group in Haizi that specializes in studying the relationship between the Russian leaders.

(End of this chapter)