The train driver in the courtyard

When he saw Zhao Qing, Li Aiguo remembered that Wang Xiaomei was still in the detention room.

Recently, the Security Department has launched a comprehensive investigation into the relationship between Wang Xiaomei and Zhang Shiqi.

As a result, no problems were found during the investigation.

From any perspective, Wang Xiaomei was a victim, a simple and kind woman who was deceived by Zhang Shiqi.

However, Wang Xiaomei made a serious mistake by "smuggling 601 steel out of the workshop".

However, there is a famous saying in the weather station: When personal emotions melt the tungsten filament of rules, darkness is no longer the privilege of a certain room.

Rules are rules and no one can violate them.

So Wang Xiaomei must be punished.

Zhao Qing has been running around for Wang Xiaomei's affairs recently.

Upon learning that the decision had been made from above, they blocked Lu Baishan’s door overnight.

Seeing Zhao Qing's concerned look, Lu Baishan sighed slightly.

"Zhao Qing, Wang Xiaomei was sentenced to two years, but considering that she is also a victim, the higher authorities decided to send her to Xiaowan Farm for labor."

Xiaowan Farm is located near the uninhabited area of ​​Gansu Province. There are no villagers or trees within a radius of hundreds of miles. Especially to the north and east, there are only endless Gobi deserts.

The farm workers inside are all people who have made mistakes.

Zhao Qing had heard about some of the farm's situations, and his face suddenly changed. He said loudly: "Chief Lu, Wang Xiaomei is innocent. She was just tricked by that beast Zhang Shiqi! How could you..."

Lu Baishan's cigarette flickered in the darkness.

"Watch your attitude!" He crushed the cigarette butt, sparks flying on the ground, "It would take someone else at least ten years to smuggle confidential materials.

Zhao Qing's Adam's apple rolled violently, and his lenses were covered with a layer of mist.

The street light swept across his stiff profile, casting a knife-like shadow on his cheekbone.

During the two minutes of dead silence, the only sound was the rustling of leaves in the wind.

When he spoke again, his voice was so low that it seemed to come from deep in his chest: "Captain Lu, can I volunteer to go to Xiaowan Farm?"

After making sure Zhao Qing was not joking, Lu Baishan persuaded him, "Zhao Qing, you are an engineer, why do you want to ruin your future?"

"I like Wang Xiaomei." Zhao Qing dug her nails deep into her palms. "She doesn't even have any relatives in the Gobi Desert. I..."

He turned his face away, sobbing in his throat, "I can't leave her alone."

It was the first time that Lu Baishan encountered such a situation. He turned his head and glanced at Li Aiguo.

Li Aiguo said: "Zhao Qing is an adult and can be responsible for his own decisions."

He knew people like Zhao Qing too well.

Any persuasion would not work for Zhao Qing, but would make him feel moved by the greatness of love.

"Okay, you report to the workshop tomorrow. I'll contact the farm." Lu Baishan rubbed his temple and turned around.

The next day.

Li Aiguo and Staff Officer Xiao were preparing to leave the First Machine Factory in a GAZ jeep.

As soon as I walked to the door of the Security Department, I saw a dilapidated truck parked at the door.

Several staff members escorted Wang Xiaomei out of the security department, and Zhao Qing, who had been waiting on the side, walked over quickly.

"Zhao Qing, why are you here?" Wang Xiaomei had been detained for a while and looked pale and thin, looking a little embarrassed.

When she saw Zhao Qing, her eyes avoided.

Zhao Qing smiled brightly: "Xiaomei, I have volunteered to go to the farm. Let's set off together today."

"You" Wang Xiaomei raised her head and looked at Zhao Qing in disbelief.

Zhao Qing nodded heavily: "I've made up my mind. After we settle down on the farm, we will get married and live a happy life in the future."

Wang Xiaomei's expression changed rapidly. She bit her lips tightly, and finally raised her head with a smile: "Zhao Qing, you are so nice."

Looking at that bright smile, Zhao Qing felt that everything was worth it.

The two walked outside accompanied by the supervisor, and Zhao Qing saw Li Aiguo greeting Chief Lu.

He walked over quickly and shook hands with Li Aiguo: "Team Leader Li, I can walk with Wang Xiaomei because I have to thank you for capturing Zhang Shiqi."

"I wish you two a happy life in the future."

Li Aiguo said something perfunctorily to Zhao Qing, waved at Section Chief Lu, turned around and got into the jeep.

The jeep roared away.

Leaving everything behind.

****
Half an hour later, a transport plane took off from Baotou Military Airport and headed straight for Beijing.

At this moment, at the secret airport in Xiaomei's Langley Center, a DC-8 passenger plane slowly landed on the runway.

The world's most advanced passenger plane could accommodate 119 passengers. However, when the cabin door opened, only a middle-aged man in a windbreaker walked down.

Langley's top executives all rushed forward to meet him.

"Mr. Hurley, welcome to Langley." Director Langley, who was always aloof, treated the middle-aged man with great respect.

It's not for any other reason, just because Mr. Hurley has a close relationship with the leader of the Xiaomei family.

In 1944, Hurley went to the temporary capital as the personal representative of the President to support the Master of Micromanipulation.

Later, the master of micro-manipulation was defeated, and Mr. Hurley resigned from his position and returned to Xiaomei's home, where he engaged in activities against this side and was highly valued by successive commanders-in-chief.

Mr. Hurley just shook hands with these people coldly and said, "Meeting!"

Twenty minutes later,

On the mahogany conference table, photos and documents were overturned on the floor, and whiskey glasses rolled on the Persian carpet, leaving dark brown stains.

This well-mannered old gentleman loosened his tie, and the veins on his neck bulged like a twisted old tree root:
"Good-for-nothings! What a bunch of good-for-nothings! You didn't even get any information about the new tank armor that the University of Tokyo developed."

"You know, the military experts at the Detroit Arsenal analyzed those photos and came up with an incredible result."

"Those tanks from the East University equipped with new tank armor will crush our M103s!"

"Because of your mistakes, our tanks fell behind those of Dongda, you shameless good-for-nothings." The Langley executives looked at each other, lowered their heads, and even breathed cautiously. No one dared to touch this bad luck.

Finally the director stood up.

"Mr. Hurley, we have already initiated the highest priority action plan. I believe we will be able to obtain key intelligence on tank armor soon."

"Action plan? That's not the crap I want! I want intelligence! You know? Intelligence!" Mr. Hurley slammed the table.

Cold sweat trickled down the director's temples. He took off his gold-rimmed glasses and wiped them repeatedly: "Understood! Please give me three months, and I will get the information about the new armor."

Hurley stared at the other person with his blue eyes for ten seconds, and suddenly burst into laughter.

He patted the director's shoulder heavily, causing wrinkles on the shoulder pads of his suit. "Good job. I believe the director will be very happy to hear this answer."

After seeing Hurley off, Director Langley immediately convened a secret high-level meeting.

In front of each senior executive was a piece of white paper with a line of words on it: [Iron Wall Operation: Acquire Eastern Armor Technology]

"Gentlemen, you have also seen Mr. Hurley's attitude. Believe me, I will fire all of you before I resign voluntarily."

This is a naked threat.

A senior executive raised his hand and said, "I suggest contacting the island and asking them to complete this task."

Another senior executive agreed: "The dog on the island was originally ours. It has eaten so many bones. Now it's time for it to contribute."

How to complete an almost impossible task?

The most correct answer is to delegate the task to others.

Director Langley immediately picked up the phone and notified the island.

Comrade Jianfeng was stunned when he received the call.

He had just been slapped in the face by the opponent the previous two times, and now he had to fight the opponent again?
Feeling guilty.

But Comrade Jianfeng didn't dare to say even a word of "no".

There is no way, people under the eaves have to lower their heads.

"Don't worry, we will definitely complete Operation Iron Wall successfully!"

After hanging up the phone, Comrade Jianfeng felt very heavy.

What should I do?

After hanging up the phone, Director Langley felt very heavy.

It wasn't because of the mission.

After all, even if he was dismissed, he could still get a job in a large multinational company and earn hundreds of thousands of dollars a month by relying on the network of relationships he had built in the past.

This is also Xiaomei's routine operation.

Even though those big shots are known for their integrity, they will be held accountable even if they only reimburse a taxi ticket.

In fact, they have already cashed in on their power in advance and have made arrangements while in office. When they retire, someone will immediately deliver money to their doorsteps.

This is what it means to make money in a legal way.

It is the current situation that worries Chief Langley.

No one can see the changes in the strength of each company better than Director Langley, a big boss who controls countless secrets.

In the past few years, Langley didn't take that place seriously at all, and didn't even have a dedicated response agency.

In the blink of an eye, they rose up and were able to wave their fists in front of Xiaomei's family.

If this continues, Director Langley dare not think about it anymore.

He took a deep breath and looked at the senior executives: "Gentlemen, I think we should set up an East Asian Policy Research Office to focus on the University of Tokyo."

Those senior officials were shocked. At present, only the Russians in the world received such treatment.

But thinking of the current situation, they all nodded.

Director Langley's order was quickly implemented.

A brand new department was established within Langley.

"Li, in view of your recent performance and your understanding of the University of Tokyo, I now specially invite you to join the East Asian Policy Research Office." The first director invited the helmsman into the office and extended his hand to him.

The helmsman smiled slightly and held that hand tightly.

****
Li Aiguo didn't know that Langley had made a big fuss about depleted uranium armor and set up the East Asian Policy Research Office in advance.

But even if he knew, he wouldn't care, because he now encountered a small trouble - the transport plane encountered abnormal weather.

Outside the porthole, lightning danced like silver snakes, tearing the rolling cumulonimbus clouds into hideous fragments, and the plane shook like a sieve.

The pilot and announcer's gruff voice came from the loud speaker: "Hold on tight! I'll get you out of this horrible weather at the risk of my life!"

The leader of the Armored Division punched the iron plate of the driving Lou with his fist, achieving a physical communication.

"What if I can't fly out?"

"Then I'll leave my life here!" The pilot didn't even turn his head, his laughter mixed with the roar of the engine, "I've been waiting for this moment since my first day of flying a plane."

A hearty laugh broke out in the cabin, causing the porthole glass to vibrate.

No one felt afraid during the high-speed bumps.

Li Aiguo grabbed the iron pole with both hands. At this critical moment, he thought of a question: "Why can't we avoid this area in advance?"

The leader of the Armored Division covered his bumped head and said with a smile: "Patriotic comrades, who has the ability to know which cloud will bring rain?"

He wiped the sweat off his face and said, "We soldiers have to keep our heads on the line. No matter how dangerous the situation is, we have to grit our teeth and charge forward!"

"That's right! If the knife is going to fall from the sky, we have to take it!" The other leaders responded in unison, and the responses echoed one after another in the cabin.

Li Aiguo scratched his head and took a look at the short-term numerical weather forecast system technology in the system.

"How about we make this thing?"

(End of this chapter)