what do you think sherlock

Chapter 89 The Attacking Old Man
"I probably understand your thoughts. To be honest, this plan reminds me of Sherlock." Mycroft tapped his fingers on the wooden tabletop of the conference room, showing a playful smile.

"Facts have proved that no one can take our salary for nothing." Di Renjie couldn't help laughing.

"Haha, where do you plan to start?" Mycroft asked for follow-up details.

"First of all, we need a group of people, preferably young and smart, and have a certain foundation in mathematics." Regarding the follow-up plan, Di Renjie has already discussed with Sherlock in advance, and there is already a draft in his stomach at this time.

Mycroft nodded: "It's not difficult, but for ordinary people, you can get the amount you want within two days."

"Then I need to teach them."

"Teaching?" Mycroft was slightly surprised.

"That's right, it's teaching," Di Renjie said confidently, "But you don't need your help. The White Tower will organize teaching activities and teaching materials by itself."
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Two days later, Di Renjie walked into the large conference room on the first floor of the White Tower with a dozen documents in his pocket.

"I believe that everyone has been informed of part of the work before coming here," said Di Renjie standing on the podium with a loudspeaker with a complex structure in front of him.

At the moment, there are rows of new employees wearing work clothes and solemn expressions. Most of them are young ordinary people.

"It needs to be emphasized that, considering that you will inevitably come into contact with a large amount of secret information within the empire in the future, the work in the White Tower is of a semi-secret nature. That is to say, before today's meeting starts, all friends here must first Sign this confidentiality agreement that has just been sent to you." Di Renjie raised a document to signal to everyone, and the other documents were quickly distributed under Kaili's arrangement.

As Di Renjie's words fell, there were rustling discussions among the crowd below the stage.

"If you feel uneasy, you can take some time to read the confidentiality clause carefully," Di Renjie glanced at the audience with kind eyes:
"Then you will find that there is a difference between this agreement and the contract of sale."

There were bits and pieces of laughter in the crowd.

"At least it allows you to have the right to resign, although even if the resignation is successful, you still need to keep it a secret." Di Renjie added, and a few minutes later, the hundreds of reserve employees in the audience signed themselves on the document name.

In fact, most people have gone through several rounds of interviews before coming here, and they have more or less learned some inside information before, so there are no people who regret it on the spot. Of course, the generous benefits and salary of the White Tower are also one of the reasons that attract them to stay. one.

Kelly collected everyone's agreement.

"Whatever the reason, now that everyone has signed their names, we will be working together for some time to come.

"According to the scheduled plan, we need to conduct the first round of lectures today, and I am the lecturer for the first round of lectures," Di Renjie smiled and looked at the crowd, and then several staff members lifted a huge blackboard from the backstage Come out and place the rear side of the podium.

"The first class is the most important class, and in such a class, the topic I want to share with you is," Di Renjie turned around, picked up a special thick chalk, and wrote a huge sentence on the blackboard. words:

"Safety."

Then he turned around again, facing the somewhat surprised and astonished gazes of hundreds of people in the field, and said to everyone in a serious tone:

"As intelligence collectors and analysts of the White Tower Department, in your future careers, you will inevitably encounter some moments when you miss danger, and I hope that at that time, you can recall everything you have learned in today's class Content, to protect your own safety as much as possible, you are not combatants, the empire does not need your blood to die, protect yourself, this is the first priority under any circumstances.”
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221B Baker Street.

"So you really spent a class teaching them how to save their lives?" Sherlock said with some surprise, putting down all the newspapers in his hand.

"That's right," Di Renjie smiled, and took a piece of chocolate chip cookie from the table: "Professional things should be done by professional people. For intelligence collectors, surviving is the first step in delivering information." .”

Sherlock: "In the espionage stories, there are often stories of giving their lives to pass on information. Aren't you worried that what you teach will make them cowardly?"

Sherlock's question made Di Renjie ponder for a moment, and then Sherlock saw Di Renjie shook his head with a wry smile, as if thinking of some distant memory.

"I don't want them to do this, Sherlock, I admire those who can sacrifice their lives for righteousness, but for these young children, I don't want to encourage them to do so," Di Renjie said in a rather complicated tone:

"They are just intelligence collectors, and their battlefield is in London rather than other countries. Here, we have sufficient power to make up for various omissions. Even if we miss a key intelligence, we may still obtain relevant information from other sources, so we They don't need to learn to sacrifice."

"You're right," Sherlock nodded earnestly, "It seems that I should emphasize these things with them more when I teach those 'detective assistants'."

"It couldn't be better, tell me what kind of teaching content you have prepared tomorrow." Di Renjie took a sip of black tea to soothe his mind.

"Oh, just some little tricks about deductive reasoning and observing details." Sherlock showed an inscrutable smile.

At night, Di Renjie went to King's Cross Station, took the Great Northern Railway to Cambridgeshire, and then took a carriage to a townhouse with a small garden.

"Jingle bell," the doorbell rang, and a young gentleman in round gold-rimmed glasses opened the door.

"Welcome, Mr. Watson, it's been a long time."

"Hi, Mr. Joseph, I'm really happy to meet you again." Di Renjie was led by Joseph into the living room and sat down.

"I made lemonade, would you like to try it?" Joseph brought out a stack of pastries and a pitcher of lemonade. "Tea or coffee at night keeps me from sleeping."

"Of course, it would be better if sugar is added to it." Di Renjie is very willing to try new ways of eating.

"No problem." Joseph spooned two spoonfuls of white sugar, and then the two chatted for a while before getting to the point: "Speaking of which, I was a little curious when I received your letter a few days ago. You said you needed my help in teaching, But I get the impression that Mr. Huasheng seems to be a doctor?"

"That's true," Di Renjie explained with a smile while stirring the sugar in the lemonade with a small spoon, "But I'm not working in the medical industry for the time being, but doing some trivial work in the government's security department."

"Security department? This doesn't seem like an area where I can help, right?" Di Renjie's words made Joseph even more confused.

"Of course you can help," Di Renjie said with a smile:

"You don't even need to do it yourself, you just need to introduce a few outstanding talents in mathematics and statistics to me."

(End of this chapter)