RBCT Chapter 3170 The pace is too fast, I can't keep up.
Chapter 3170 The pace is too fast, I can't keep up.
Chapter 3170 The pace is too fast, I can't keep up.
Yawning, Yang Xiaotao hung up the phone, got up, and walked out, preparing to go home.
Although it's not late, the bed at home and the people at home are the only places to truly sleep.
However, before that, Yang Xiaotao needed to report to Old Chen and also make arrangements with the publicity department.
I picked up the phone and dialed, and Secretary Guo answered.
Yang Xiaotao briefly explained the situation, and Secretary Guo said he understood and hung up the phone. Then, following the instructions of Mr. Chen's secretary, he called the newspaper.
Yang Xiaotao also said something to the publicity staff of the Ninth Department, and then went downstairs and walked out.
I had just arrived downstairs when I saw a figure waiting at the door.
"Liu Feng!"
Yang Xiaotao called out, and Liu Feng immediately stood up from his seat, "President Yang!"
Yang Xiaotao nodded. "Why are you still here so late?"
Liu Feng smiled and said, "Mr. Yang, I heard from Brother Wang that you're working overtime tonight, so I came to see if I could help in any way..."
As they were talking, Wang Hao walked out from the side. He had just gone to the restroom when Yang Xiaotao came down.
"President Yang!"
Yang Xiaotao nodded and looked at the two of them, saying, "Let's go get something to eat first. We can't keep you waiting so late at night!"
Liu Feng was a little embarrassed, but Wang Hao and Yang Xiaotao were already familiar with each other, so Wang Hao pulled Liu Feng into the car.
They drove to the canteen. Some people in Department 9 work the night shift, so the canteen is open in the evening. However, it was past dinner time, so they had to cook for themselves if they wanted to eat.
Of course, you can also wake up the staff on duty, but Yang Xiaotao usually does it himself.
The car stopped, and Yang Xiaotao and the other two got out and went into the cafeteria.
After glancing at the ingredients, Yang Xiaotao started cooking.
Liu Feng was still surprised, but Wang Hao was used to it and told Liu Feng to get to work.
Soon, the three of them clearly defined their roles.
Yang Xiaotao showed off his knife skills, and Wang Hao immediately helped wash the vegetables, while Liu Feng helped start the fire.
After working for more than half an hour, the three of them finally got to eat a hot meal.
Each person had a bowl of boiled wide noodles, Yang Xiaotao stir-fried some shredded potatoes, and a dish of peanuts. He also took out a bottle of beef sauce from his pocket.
The three of them huddled together and ate heartily. After only a few bites, Liu Feng's forehead was covered in sweat.
Even so, it still tastes delicious!
"Liu Feng, how's your job going?"
Yang Xiaotao took a couple of bites and looked at the young man opposite him.
During this time, I also learned about the other person's habits, and he really is a good person, just like in the movies.
It's just a bit of a shame that it ended up like that.
Moreover, this guy's combat skills should be quite good, and he's quite capable.
I remember you were once an undercover agent, weren't you?
Okay, we've crossed channels.
This also shows that this kid has potential!
Thinking this through, he finally asked the question.
Liu Feng was taken aback, then quickly put down his chopsticks, sat up straight, and was about to speak when Yang Xiaotao waved his hand, "Don't be like that, just relax!"
Liu Feng smiled and picked up his chopsticks but didn't eat. "It's alright, it's better than when we were in the countryside!"
"The situation is better now. We have meat in our meals. I mentioned it in my last letter home. The canned pork I sent back made my family feel like it was Chinese New Year!"
Liu Feng smiled warmly, and Wang Hao beside him laughed too. "I heard from the logistics staff that our canned goods have become a hot commodity in China."
"Many factories don't want anything else during the Chinese New Year, they just want to give out two cans of food."
"Oh, right, Director Chen also mentioned last time that canned food will be used as prizes for the Spring Festival performance this year, and everyone who participates will receive some!"
Wang Hao is a busybody, and with his outgoing personality, he knows a lot of things clearly.
Liu Feng smiled and nodded, which was exactly what he wanted.
If you bring two cans of food home, the village secretary and accountant will have to bring some wine to your house for a visit.
"The Northwest Wind Cannery will be expanded next year. As long as we have enough raw materials, we'll have even more canned food to eat!"
Yang Xiaotao picked up a clove of garlic from the side, took a bite, then shoveled some noodles into his mouth and said casually.
This was also Yang Xiaotao's idea: since we can buy beef and mutton from abroad, why not buy them?
Why can members of the alliance eat it, but our own people can't?
As for money?
Those were all earned by the nine departments; they didn't spend anyone else's money.
Moreover, Hassa's asking price wasn't high.
The two were overjoyed upon hearing this.
The better the Nine Departments are, the more they, as members of the Nine Departments, will benefit from it.
"Liu Feng, have you ever thought about joining the security department?"
"I'm referring to the headquarters security department!"
Liu Feng now says that the security officers of the cultural troupe, although subordinate to the security department, are only peripheral personnel.
Yang Xiaotao's words clearly indicated his intention to transfer him to the headquarters' security department. Wang Hao, who was standing nearby, gave Liu Feng a meaningful look, but Liu Feng thought about it and shook his head.
"General Manager Yang, I've only just joined the security department of the cultural troupe. It doesn't feel right for me to enter headquarters so soon!"
Liu Feng spoke, his gaze sincere and without the slightest affectation.
Wang Hao was somewhat disappointed and regretful upon hearing this.
Having followed Yang Xiaotao for so long, he knew very well that Yang Xiaotao was a sentimental person.
Look at the leaders of the Ninth Department now; most of them came from the steel rolling mill back then.
Furthermore, looking at Wang Fa, Xing Jiaqi, and the others, if it were in the past, they would just be ordinary workers.
At most, he might get a slight promotion in rank, but he could never become the factory director.
But with Yang Xiaotao, it's possible.
Moreover, with Yang Xiaotao's help, they did an excellent job.
Over the years, many people have benefited from following Yang Xiaotao, and even more people want to get on his bandwagon.
Therefore, in the past two years, there have been very few people who have been able to get Yang Xiaotao to speak up.
But I never expected that you, this brat, would be so ungrateful.
If those who are good at flattery and sycophancy found out, they'd probably be furious and cursing.
"Okay, that's a good way of thinking."
Yang Xiaotao wasn't angry; in fact, he felt that the other party's outright refusal was the right thing to do, because that's just how he is.
However, sometimes people who are too honest are easily bullied.
But I just can't stand seeing honest people being bullied.
This is interesting. Seeing Yang Xiaotao smile, Liu Feng's anxiety subsided.
Then I realized that Mr. Yang on the other end of the line was a very easy person to talk to.
No wonder everyone in the Ninth Division supports him. It was him who, during his few days at the Ninth Division's cultural troupe, heard a lot about the other side, and none of it was unpleasant.
Of course, the biggest sentiment here is one of admiration for Mr. Yang's youth.
After the three finished eating, Liu Feng took the initiative to wash the dishes and chopsticks, while Yang Xiaotao, accompanied by Wang Hao, rushed back to the courtyard house.
While Beijing was asleep in the darkness, news about the Xizhou Satellite Launch Center spread like wildfire.
Susko, 9 p.m.
Gotzensky stared into thought as he looked at the intelligence reports laid out on the table.
The reason why accurate intelligence was obtained so quickly is naturally because China did not impose any blockade.
Even some newspapers have received the news and are rushing to re-typeset the pages.
In other words, they want the whole world to know and understand this matter.
One satellite, eight missiles, global coverage!
"Heh, what a boastful tone!"
Gorzensky cursed, but then a deep worry crept in.
Earlier, he would have been skeptical.
After all, the information they received came from the United States.
Although the United States' sources were more accurate than theirs, hearing things was still unreliable, and he was always a little worried!
But the report from the Arctic Ocean definitively confirmed the existence of space-based weapons.
This is a more cost-effective weapon than the mushroom egg.
Thinking of the numbers in the report, even he, who was used to seeing death, felt his palms get a little sweaty.
More importantly, according to military war simulations, such attacks from above are extremely fast and cannot be defended against by current air defense weapons.
In other words, if the enemy's satellite were to move over Sussko's head and drop a black rod, they wouldn't even have time to defend themselves.
By then, these people will probably have to sleep with one eye open at night.
If a single black rod poses such a threat, what would happen if a satellite had nine?
Unless it is destroyed when the other party's satellite enters its airspace.
But this is even more difficult than destroying the fallen black rod.
Gotzenfsky took a deep breath, then got up and walked outside.
Arriving at a manor, Sakharov got out of the car and showed his identification to the guard at the gate.
He glanced around the manor again; many people were silently guarding the place in the darkness.
Upon entering the manor, Gorzenfsky strode towards the central room.
Before long, led by a secretary, they entered the manor and met the owner.
An old man wearing a bathrobe.
It looks like he was just woken up!
"Sir, I'm so sorry to bother you!"
Gotzensky spoke respectfully, bowing slightly.
"sit down!"
The old man pointed to the sofa next to him, then asked the servant to bring him coffee. He then picked up a cigarette and lit it to perk himself up.
After doing all this, the old man looked at Gotzenfsky and asked, "Is there something you need?"
"Yes, sir!"
Gotzensky quickly stood up and handed the documents he was carrying to the old man, saying, "This was just received."
"The other party did not try to block the news, but of course, we do not know the specifics!"
The old man took the document, put his glasses back on, and then glanced at its contents.
Gotzensky stepped aside and sat down, his eyes easily catching the old man trembling slightly.
Clearly, the old man was not as calm as he appeared when faced with this news.
After a moment, the old man placed the document on the table, looked at Gorzenfsky, and asked, "Is the intelligence accurate?"
Gotzensky nodded. "According to previous information, the other side had already begun preparations last year."
"After the successful experiment in the Northwest region last time, this project was accelerated."
"This is because they helped Persia and those desert countries; otherwise, they would have done it even faster."
The old man listened silently, his mind also replaying the impact of the tsunami.
"Can we do it?"
Gotzensky shook his head. "I already asked the aviation center before I came. Although those guys sounded very nice, they became hesitant and vague when it came to the key points!"
"In the end, it only carries four black rods, and the satellite still needs adjustments, and..."
"The problem from last time hasn't been resolved yet!"
When Gorzenfsky said there was no solution, he meant that precision strikes were impossible.
The old man shook his head in disappointment.
"We were the first country to launch a satellite."
"We were also the first to send astronauts into space!"
"us…"
"We are a powerful alliance!"
"But why is this the case?"
"Even the steps to catch up have become sluggish, why?"
"Tell me, why is that?"
Gotzensky shook his head silently; he knew the answer, but dared not say it.
The old man knew the answer, but he didn't want to say it.
The two remained silent, silently accepting this reality.
"They're moving too fast, we're having trouble keeping up!"
Suddenly, the old man spoke.
Gorzensky was puzzled and just as he was wondering what was going on, he heard the old man say solemnly, "Therefore, we must speed up our pace, and at the same time, we must find a way to slow them down."
You understand, right?
Gotzensky snapped out of his daze, then stood up and said, "Sir, I understand what to do!"
The old man nodded and then waved his hand.
Gorzensky bowed and turned to leave.
With the old man's permission, he could finally break free of his shackles and get things done!