Rebirth Interstellar Peak View

Chapter 59 Alarm Triggering
"No, don't you like music? Why do you want to major in management?" Lei Yundong asked in astonishment.

Yu Xuru said as a matter of course: "Brother Yundong, you have so many properties under your command. As a younger sister, I naturally have to do my best to help you."

Later, Yu Xuru asked with some doubts: "And I like music, it's just a hobby, how can I treat it as a profession?"

"Uh..." Lei Yundong didn't know what to say for a moment.

Can you say that you will be a soul singer in the future?Say that your future singing can make you feel peaceful?

If I really want to say this, with Yu Xuru's temperament, I will definitely devote myself to learning music and becoming a singer.

But once you learn music with such a utilitarian mind, you will never have the possibility of becoming a soul singer.

Moreover, it seems that, as it should, there is no particularly important relationship between soul singers and music majors.

I remember that many soul singers learned music knowledge after becoming soul singers.

Thinking of this, Lei Yundong calmed down: "Okay, you can learn whatever you want, but you also know my status and strength, so you don't need to work too hard to get into a dead end, and you don't need to like music or anything because you know my status and strength. give up knowledge."

What can Lei Yundong say, that's all he can say.

"Don't worry, my grades have always been very good!" Yu Xuru said proudly, clenching her fists.

Lei Yundong could only nod his head in agreement.
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In a certain secret base on a certain planet in a certain star field.

The command center covers an area of ​​thousands of square meters, and the surrounding area is more than ten meters high and several meters wide, with 13 huge cloth strips.

This strip of cloth is pure black, with a huge circle in the middle, and a white lotus flower in the center of the circle.

As long as the pattern on the scene is leaked, the local garrison will immediately pounce on it like a vicious dog seeing delicious food.

Even in order to compete for credit, the army, local officials, and embroidered clothes guards will definitely fight among themselves to determine who has the most credit.

There is no other reason, this is the symbol of the White Lotus Group, and it also represents the base of the White Lotus Group.

Whenever such a base is discovered and breached, it would be trivial for the criminals to be promoted to the third rank.

It's just a pity, judging by the mix of new and old buildings in this place, it is obvious that they have existed for a long time, and have not been discovered.

In the command center, hundreds of personnel in black military uniforms, wearing virtual helmets and micro-control gloves, are flying in the air with their hands, either swiping up and down in the air, or swiping left and right.

Or make a movement of opening, closing, and sweeping away, or just knocking in the air with your fingers crackling.

It's busy anyway.

And directly in front of these hundreds of seats is a huge virtual projection, on which hundreds of different pages are divided, and rows of data are displayed.

This was obviously projected specifically for the boss of the command tower to watch.

Standing on the command tower is a man with white hair brushed back neatly, wearing a neat military uniform, with a black armband with a white lotus on his arm, looking indifferently at the data projected specifically for him.

"Boss, Hall A requests [-] tons of supplies." Suddenly a man in a helmet stood up and raised his hand and shouted.

The white-haired chief looked at the screen: "Inform them that the supplies from the nearest supply base have been shipped away, and it will take three months to arrive from other places."

After getting a reply, the helmeted man who stood up and raised his hand sat down again and got busy.

"Boss, the cruise fleet requests supplies of 3 first-class battleships, 20 transport ships, 1000 second-tier armors and 5000 first-tier armors." Another helmeted man stood up and raised his hand and shouted.

"So much consumption? Tell the other party that the supply will arrive at the scheduled No. 3 position after April, and let them go to receive it at that time." The white-headed manager frowned, but quickly made a decision.

"Boss, hall S12 indicates that the materials are ready and are waiting for transportation."

"Okay, I will ask the Holy Lord for his credit and let them transport the supplies to the scheduled location No. 4."

"Director, Hall H is applying for manpower support. There are 3000 ordinary staff, 500 stream-level staff, 50 lake-level staff, and 1 river-level staff."

"Tell the other party that the lake level does not have any, the river level can support two, and the stream level can increase to 600 people."

"Tang H agrees!"

"Okay, the manpower will arrive at Hall H one after another within three months."

In this way, from time to time, people in helmets stood up and reported, either applying for supplies or supporting them. Of course, many of them said that they had raised supplies or manpower.

After the white-headed manager got the news, he made a decision without hesitation, obviously all the information was in his mind.

At this time, a man with a gloomy expression, gray hair, but fair skin and a handsome face walked in.

He didn't say a word on the side, just looking at the various data projected.

After the white-headed manager didn't speak for a while, he laughed in an old voice: "Pulsatilla, I feel that you are taking a lot of trouble and energy, and it's not easy."

"Hmph, little boy, do you think I'm thinking about it? No matter how advanced the brain is, it will be compromised one day, and the data still record that my brain is safe." Pulsatilla said disdainfully.

"Quack, I'm not afraid that if your old boy is slaughtered, the Holy Cult will suffer a great loss." The little white face continued to speak in an old and gloomy tone.

"It's okay, I have backups, my brain is really going to be picked, and the holy religion can pull out the data, so it will start to be a little turbulent." Pulsatilla patted his neck disapprovingly.

"Ha..." The old man with a fair face was about to say something when suddenly a red warning bar appeared on the screen.

The expressions of the two old men froze, Pulsatilla clicked the cursor, and the warning bar expanded.

Pulsatilla just glanced at it, his brows loosened, and he was about to cut off the screen.

This warning cursor will appear from time to time.

The law of its appearance is uncertain.

First of all, the intelligence brain in the background will collect news from all places in Daheng Dynasty, and then select keywords, which are usually place names, person names, family names and so on.

Then compare it with the thesaurus in the background. Once there is a similarity, compare it with the second-level thesaurus immediately.

The warning cursor will not pop up until it is compared with the third-level thesaurus.

But there are also levels of warning cursors, and the lowest level of warning cursors is nothing to Pulsatilla at all, and there is no need to care about it.

But the old man with a white face suddenly said: "Wait, let me see."

"Why are you suddenly interested? Isn't it just the death of a family that helped the Holy Cult to take care of the reserves. This happened endlessly in the history of the Holy Cult. This is a first-level warning. The savings are all money, so it's not worth mentioning." The old man Pulsatilla said nonchalantly.

"I don't care about those disappearing materials. Our holy religion is spread throughout the Daheng Dynasty, and its history is several times longer than that of the Daheng Dynasty. There are too many materials that disappear after being stored. .” The little white-faced old man said darkly.

"Oh, so this extinct family has an old relationship with you?" Yang Yangmei, the old man with a white head.

Looking at the display on the screen: "Fenggang City, Sanbao County, Chen's Members' Family Dismissed as Members of Parliament" and the photo of the original 13 Patriarchs, the old man with a fair face said leisurely, "It should be my family."

(End of this chapter)