Spy Family

(Thank you to the leader: Xu Chu for destroying the dust and the blade of madness.)

The so-called seminar was more like a large-scale quarrel. There was a long table with more than ten people sitting on each side. As soon as the first speaker stood up and before he opened his lips, the person opposite slammed the table and began to refute him. Views that have not yet been exported.

The host sitting in the middle gave a helpless warning and hit it repeatedly with a small wooden hammer, but to no avail. More and more people joined the battle group. Within five minutes of the opening, people on both sides of the long table all stood up and competed to see whose voice was louder. High, speak faster, and bang the table louder.

The host was the first to surrender. He put down the wooden hammer, crossed his hands on his chest, and looked up at the ceiling. After a while, he even called someone from behind, chatting in a low voice, nodding and smiling from time to time. He was obviously used to the noise around him. Be able to remain calm.

There are two rows of seats on each side of the hall, which can accommodate fifty or sixty people. They are full of spectators, and there are a few people standing in the corner, listening very carefully.

Feng Kuantong found a seat in the back row for Lu Linbei, said hello to a few acquaintances, and slipped away before the seminar started.

Lu Linbei was slightly surprised when he saw such a scene for the first time. In his impression, the military theory school was not very popular on the Internet. Although its thoughts were quite extreme, its articles were usually very organized, which he did not expect. In reality they would look like this.

The two groups finally did not take action. The long table was like a boundary river that separated the two armies. No one could cross it. They could only throw short spears created by language at each other, which were sharper.

Lu Linbei was probably the only newcomer. The other bystanders did not show any surprised expressions. Instead, they quickly integrated into the atmosphere and secretly geared up. They deeply regretted that they could not go to the battlefield in person. A few of them felt that it was not enough, and with their companions An argument broke out and was quickly stopped.

Here, arguing is a privilege.

Those people were so noisy and loud that Lu Linbei couldn't hear what they were saying, but the mission was a mission after all, and he had to observe carefully.

Unable to hear the words clearly, all he could do was look at people.

Not surprisingly, the members of the Military Theory Sect are all young people in their twenties and thirties. Lu Linbei has done a lot of homework before, so he knows that there are many real soldiers among them, but no one is wearing military uniforms today.

After observing for nearly half an hour, Lu Linbei found a clue. Although it was a group quarrel, he could still distinguish the priorities. The longer the quarrel lasted, the more obvious the distinction between priority and minor. Most people just added noise. What they said No one listens, and no one refutes. A few people attract most of the firepower, and there is a tendency to concentrate.

In the end, one person from each side became the chief general. The two happened to face each other, and the quarrel was the most intense. The companions became soldiers, mainly cheering and cheering, occasionally joining the battle group, and escaping with a feint.

After finding the main thread, Lu Linbei was able to hear part of the argument clearly.

The military theorists unanimously believe that the sooner the better, the need to expand armaments. There is no dispute about this. The biggest internal disagreement is how to deal with the immediate threat and gain precious time.

One group believes that all space stations on King Zhai should be closed and communications with other planets should be cut off, so as to gain at least five to ten years. By the time the space station is reopened or the enemy space station is repaired, King Zhai has already established a military force. A huge army, worthy of a battle.

The other group is even more extreme. They believe that it is not advisable to build a war behind closed doors. An army without actual combat experience is vulnerable. Not only can the space station of King Zhai not be closed down, but it must also be deployed in advance to seize space stations on other planets, use attacks to buy time, and quickly expand the army. .

The latter's view was ridiculed by the former, who believed that as long as King Zhai made a gesture to seize the space station, he would be suppressed by Uranus and other planets, and would not be able to buy time, but would instead give others a handle.

The former's caution was regarded as foolish by the latter, and self-destruction of an extremely important space station could only create a hollow army with no data.

Arguments, figures, accusations, ridicule, exposing shortcomings... all kinds of tricks are used, and no one can convince anyone.

Lu Linbei is a serious person who has never dozed off in class. At this time, he could not stand the repeated quarrels between the two parties. He gradually became lost and lost his ability to distinguish sounds again.

He asked the people around him about the identities of the two chief generals.

Tang Baoxin, the main force of the defensive faction, is a young current staff officer, a veteran member of the military theory faction, and has many followers.

Pei Xiaoan, a general of the offensive faction, is a few years older and a veteran. His current occupation is unknown. He joined the military theory faction less than three years ago, but he was already well-known online.

Lu Linbei took note of it and asked in a low voice: Do they argue about the same issue every time?

The person being asked was listening with great interest and was unwilling to answer the newcomer's question. He just replied Of course not and ignored it again.

Lu Linbei's whispering had attracted the attention of the host. He could only shut up and try to listen, but his thoughts were already trying to leave the venue.

The seminar started relatively late and reached its peak at five or six o'clock. Lu Linbei quietly entered the game using the chip in his body and checked his mailbox frequently. He had never looked forward to Mao Kongshan's letter so much.

It was nearly seven o'clock, and the seminar was still not over. Mao Kongshan's letter arrived first.

Mao Kongshan was very happy to be asked questions about his major and wrote a lot of words eloquently. This was also the reason why the letter came a little late.

At the beginning of the letter, Mao Kongshan first responded to Lu Linbei's request for help a few hours ago, giving Professor Qiao's detailed address and contact information, and then about the Huang family in the northwest.

The Huang family is an ancient family. It has participated in all the family melees and became a survivor. It has more or less connections with most existing families, including the Mei and Cui families. Their position has always been ambiguous, and even experts can't sort it out.

Lu Linbei skipped the background introduction and looked for Cheng Toushi's name.

Cheng Toushi was indeed mentioned, and the content was only a few lines more than the online introduction. Mao Kongshan was a scholar who studied phenomena, not individuals.

Lu Linbei felt a little disappointed, but he was idle, so he re-read the full text and finally saw something interesting in it.

Mao Kongshan claimed that over the years, the two major family groups in the northwest and southeast have been fighting openly and secretly, and the conflicts have become deeper and deeper. On the surface, the Huang family maintains friendly relations with both parties and often mediates conflicts. In fact, they have long been deeply dissatisfied and are seeking a fundamental solution. solution.

Mao Kongshan didn't write the specific content of the plan, and he probably didn't care. What he cared about was the overall impact of the family melee on Zhai Wangxing.

The seminar finally ended, and the host announced that the pastries are ready. The two parties who had just spitted at each other immediately shut up, leaving the remaining saliva for the food, and shook hands with each other when they walked out of the hall.

The guide Feng Kuantong had already disappeared. Lu Linbei did not stay to eat pastries and drove directly back to the Diplomatic Apartment.

He did not see his third uncle in person, but was assigned to a small table to write a report of less than 500 words. It was up to him to decide what to write. If he handed in the report, he would be off work. He would come back at nine o'clock tomorrow morning to receive a new task.

The room in the diplomatic apartment was tight, and he was kicked out. The items he purchased online had been delivered and piled at the door. The good news was that he received a subsidy, which was enough to rent a good house.

Lu Linbei moved his things into the car and did not rush to find a house. Instead, he drove to Professor Qiao's residence without planning to contact him beforehand.

Professor Qiao lived in the old city and was lucky to avoid the torrent of garbage, but he couldn't avoid the lingering smell. Lu Linbei had to hold his nose and go upstairs.

The elevator went up staggeringly. Several people on the same ride stared blankly at the display board without making any move to cover their noses, as if they were old friends with the strange smell.

Lu Linbei also put down his hands. When the elevator stopped on the twenty-seventh floor, he was really getting used to the smell.

There were several families living on this floor, and the lights in the corridor were so dim that they looked like they were filming a horror movie. Lu Linbei carefully searched for half a circle, and finally confirmed the house number through faint traces.

The death of the old director obviously had a great impact on Professor Qiao, especially materially.

Knocked on the door, but there was no response. Knocked again, but there was still no response. If this was someone else's home, Lu Linbei would believe that the owner was not there, but for Professor Qiao, he decided to keep trying.

Finally, an angry voice came from the door, I've told you a hundred times, I won't buy anything from you!

The door opened suddenly, as if a beast was about to rush out, but an old face appeared at the door.

That was indeed Professor Qiao. Although his hair was more messy and his clothes were a mess, his face remained unchanged. In the wrinkled eye sockets, his gaze burned more intensely, then quickly weakened, leaving only sparks.

It's you. Professor Qiao turned around and entered the room. The door was still open, which was a sign of invitation.

The room was even smaller than the one Lu Linbei rented before, and it was extremely messy. Professor Qiao seemed to be living the life of a hamster, or was trying to rebuild a garbage island at home. There were sundries and books everywhere, leaving very little There is a lot of space, and in some places you even need to bend down to get through.

Professor Qiao sat on the only chair. The desk behind him was also the dining table, with used and unwashed dishes on it.

I fell out of love again. Well, I'm not surprised at all, but I want to remind you that treatment is charged, every hour...

I'm not here to see a doctor. Lu Linbei couldn't find anything to sit on, so he stood in front of Professor Qiao.

Oh. Professor Qiao was obviously disappointed, What's the matter? I'm very busy and can't waste too much time.

I would like to contact one of Professor Joe's friends.

I have friends all over the seven planets, which one do you want to talk about?

The one who knows computers once helped Professor Qiao find out my rental information.

You have something to do with him?

I want to ask him for a favor.

The Emergency Department also has computer problems that it can't solve?

It's a private matter and has nothing to do with the Emergency Department.

Professor Qiao frowned slightly, I don't care about business or private matters. In your industry, you always have funds, right?

Not this time.

That will be difficult. Professor Qiao looked helpless. Although we are friends and classmates, we are not familiar enough to use it in vain.

I can pay your rent for one month.

One month? Just one month? Do you think I can be bought by a mere thousand points? Any book I have here can be bought for two to three hundred points. You actually want to buy me with a thousand points? Do things for you. Ha, do you know how much Mei Runheng asked me to go to the emergency department? Do you know...

Invite you to dinner. Lu Linbei added.

Professor Qiao thought for a moment, stood up and said, Okay, I'll choose a place and call my friend over. Do you want his help with anything?

Find someone.

It's extremely simple. Have you been promoted?

Still a junior investigator.

It's a pity. Professor Qiao didn't know what it was. He got through the book hole and walked out of the room. While waiting for the elevator, he had already contacted his friend. After a few hums, he asked, He must know how difficult it is to find someone. For example, is there any information such as name?”

There used to be a name, but it was deleted. No such person was found.

The people deleted by the system have names. Professor Qiao relayed to the other party, and then said to Lu Linbei: It's difficult, but he said it's no problem. Let's buy food and go to his house to eat.

Lu Linbei hoped that his trip would not be in vain. He was at the end of his rope.