Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 2636: The Alliance That Broke Defense

When Yang Xiaotao returned to the office, Yang Youning knocked on the door and walked in before he could even sit down.

"You're back from the research institute."

Yang Youning asked casually while sitting aside.

Yang Xiaotao put down his pen, stood up and sat down opposite him, "I just got back."

"How come you have time to come here?"

Yang Youning took out a cigarette from his pocket. Yang Xiaotao looked at him in surprise. This guy took out a cigarette on his own initiative, so there must be something wrong.

Sure enough, not long after they had lit up, Yang Youning said, "It's almost eleven."

Yang Xiaotao nodded without saying anything.

Both of them were silent, not knowing how to start.

In previous years, October 1st would definitely be an important festival for the nine departments.

Workers organized themselves into streets, factories were filled with red flags, and even leading cadres from the nine ministries were invited to attend the ceremony.

However, this year, the nine departments, especially the headquarters, did not receive any notice to participate in the October 1st celebrations.

Other departments that have obtained permission have already started making floats, for various bridges and tunnels, and the workers' teams have been rehearsing for many days.

But what about them?

There is no news till now.

Yang Xiaotao also asked Mr. Chen implicitly, but Mr. Chen's answer was also silence.

In the end, Yang Xiaotao stopped asking.

“Celebrate however you want.”

After a long time, Yang Xiaotao finally spoke.

Hearing this, Yang Youning sighed and then nodded.

"Okay, I'll ask the administration department to work with the logistics department to promote the place."

Yang Youning stopped, but Yang Xiaotao raised his head and said, "We must also keep up with the publicity."

“This is a national holiday.”

“It’s a festival for all of us.”

Yang Xiaotao said it categorically.

Not participating does not mean not celebrating the festival.

Some people don’t want them to attend, but it’s not their festival that they’re attending.

"Okay, I see."

Yang Youning stood up and understood what Yang Xiaotao meant.

Although the nine departments were established only a short time ago, it doesn't mean they have no temper.

What's more, haven't they made enough contributions?

If you don’t let me enter the track, then I’ll go to another track.

"Let each of the branches in the city come up with a float, and we won't join in the fun. We can just go around the street in front of the gate."

Yang Youning walked out while talking mutteringly.

Yang Xiaotao laughed when he heard this, "Okay, let me see if I can let Lanju spin around on the ground."

Yang Youning suddenly stopped at the door, then turned back to look at Yang Xiaotao, "Can't you just let it fly over your head?"

Yang Xiaotao also rolled his eyes, "You can fly."

Hearing this, Yang Youning curled his lips and then left the office.

After Yang Youning left, Yang Xiaotao stood up and stood in front of the window, looking up at the sky, and then
Empty ~
Washington, United States.

After a long period of isolation and surveillance, the heroes who walked on the moon began to appear in public.

The emergence of heroes, especially in the United States, a country with a long history of hero worship, from the earliest Western cowboys to the successive emergence of superhero comics, all reveal the admiration for individual strength and the yearning for heroism.

And now, the dream has become reality.

The two astronauts who landed on the moon immediately became heroes of the United States.

With the popularity of the successful moon landing, people's enthusiasm for space flight was completely aroused.

Some people even shouted the slogan of migrating to the moon.

As a result, not only the United States, but the entire Western world has developed a space fever.

The most stimulated one is undoubtedly the alliance.

Ever since the United States successfully landed on the moon, the Alliance has entered a frantic catch-up mode.

After the last meeting, the people at the space center dared not slack off.

However, some things cannot be influenced by subjective assumptions.

It is not something that can be controlled by human willpower.

During this period, the Alliance conducted two more special experiments on spacecraft.

However, the results did not satisfy the alliance.

Especially the second time, the unmanned spacecraft lost contact with the earth before entering the lunar orbit, and the emergency plan that was urgently launched missed the best time due to computer control errors. The final result was that it became a space garbage.

This time, it is a huge blow to the alliance.

Not only did the spacecraft not return, but the cause of the problem could not be found, which made it impossible for them to make improvements.

We can only calculate and check bit by bit and find out suspicious points bit by bit.

However, these are completely useless efforts.

Because space is completely different from the ground.

On the ground, some issues are not a problem.

But in space, problems will be magnified and even unexpected things will happen.

It is precisely because the reason cannot be found that the alliance’s next plan has been delayed.

It also made the alliance's top management very dissatisfied.

If they delay the moon landing one day, they will have one more day to endure the ridicule of the United States.

This is a very embarrassing and humiliating thing for them.

This is something the United States is very happy to see.

"Sir, do you really want to give it to them?"

Smith sat in a chair, reached out to untie the tie that was around his neck, and asked Lawrence who was sitting on a recliner not far away.

On the side, Mengsha was holding a golf club, her legs slightly apart, adjusting the distance with her arms. Her simple outfit made her look particularly mature and gorgeous.

Lawrence shifted his gaze away from Mengsha and back to the Mediterranean man opposite him.

Since he won the football betting in Melbourne last time, even if he lost a little later, it would not prevent him from becoming a multi-millionaire.

Moreover, the money comes from clean sources, so there is no need to worry about being investigated.

So, after becoming a multi-millionaire, the first thing he did was buy a private golf course.

In my free time, I bring my subordinates and friends here to play golf and practice the downswing technique.

Maybe it's because he's been staying up late lately and his body can't take it anymore. He has to aim several times before he can score the ball, which makes him feel embarrassed.

So I decided to give myself two days off to relax.

So, the boss took a rest, and only his subordinates had to work hard.

"why not?"

Lawrence rocked a few times on the recliner with a look of enjoyment on his face. This good thing of enjoyment was obtained from Chinatown.

I have to say that when it comes to enjoyment, what has been passed down are all classics.

Lawrence's words left Smith confused.

"Sir, this is precious lunar soil. We are the only one that has it. How can we give it to them?"

Lawrence responded impatiently, "That's politics."

“We should give not only to the alliance, but also to other friendly countries.”

"Don't ask any more questions about this matter."

Seeing Lawrence say this, Smith had no choice but to nod, then got up and left.

Watching Smith leave, Lawrence looked at Mengsha next to him. At this moment, the golf club was thrown behind her, and her twisted figure became more graceful.

Just thinking about the issue of donating lunar soil, I still feel very confused.

It is said that the lunar soil has very high scientific value.

In particular, the synthesis research of new materials is of great significance.

If it were given to the alliance, and if the other side developed new materials, wouldn't the United States be the one that suffered the loss in the end?
But right now, the United States needs to use this lunar soil to do something and also needs it to win over allies.

Thinking of this, Lawrence shook his head, stood up, and walked to Mengsha, "Madam, this is not how you play golf."

As he said this, he walked around and came behind her, put his hands on Mengsha's hands, and pressed his whole body against hers.

"It's actually very simple. Pick up the club and align your feet and shoulders vertically!"

As he spoke, he patted Mengsha's thigh and shoulder with his left hand, "Then look into the distance, and then watch your ball."

As he spoke, he pointed forward, "Finally, just swing it with all your might."

Mengsha tried her best to cooperate with the other party's performance. She swung the golf club with her arm following Lawrence's movements and then hit the ball hard.

But the next second, the golf ball was not hit, but the golf club was thrown out.

Mengsha couldn't help laughing, and Lawrence followed with an awkward smile, then coughed lightly, "This is a failed demonstration."

After hearing this, Mengsha walked aside, took out a bottle of drink from her luggage and handed it to Lawrence.

"Are we going to stay here all afternoon?"

Lawrence took the drink and took a sip, then smiled and said, "Isn't it nice to relax for a while?"

Mengsha, however, sat aside with her legs crossed, shook her head and said, "You can relax, but I have a lot of things to do."

"Especially recently there have been so many things going on, so many that it's giving me a headache."

Lawrence smiled and walked over to sit beside her, unconsciously crossed his legs, and then put his hands on her shoulders, "Is there anything else that could make the beautiful and capable Ms. Mengsha worried?"

Mengsha rolled her eyes and said, "It's all because of those farmers. They just want to sell them for a good price and are reluctant to sell them."

When Lawrence heard this, he knew that it was the corn farmers who were causing trouble.

The alliance suffered a food disaster this year, and there is definitely a food shortage in the country.

These farmers saw an opportunity to make up for their losses from last time.

As for the last loss?
If you don’t make money, it is naturally a loss.

"These damn guys, let them open a gap, what greedy bastards."

Lawrence cursed. Although his status and power were far beyond those of the farmers, if these guys really united, it would be a headache for him too.

There is no way, these guys' "circle of friends" is too wide, and there may be some "nephews and nephews" who are officials.

You know, these "farmers" made a lot of efforts to establish and grow the United States.

“They won’t listen.”

Mengsha said helplessly, which made Lawrence even angrier. "Damn it, we should have put some pesticides on their farms to let them experience the feeling of reduced production."

Mengsha's heart skipped a beat, but she looked nonchalant.

As Lawrence's secretary, it is abnormal that she was not aware of this matter.

This means that the other party is intentionally hiding it from her.

In this case, she couldn't ask any more.

As for passing this news back, it is even more impossible.

The events before the last moon landing were still fresh in her mind. If someone hadn't been made a scapegoat, she would have been a corpse by now.

Besides, she was under no obligation to take the initiative to contact him.

Her existence can only show its value when it is activated at a critical moment.

After Lawrence finished speaking, he still felt the anger in his chest. He reached out and gave her a princess hug, then walked into the house.

"Forget about that damn job, today is our day off"

alliance.

boom!
pat!

Bangdang~~
There was a crackling sound of something thrashing in the office, which made the faces of the people waiting outside tense.

Bemit subconsciously looked at the old man in military uniform opposite him. The only person who could go in and persuade him at this moment was this veteran and comrade-in-arms.

However, the old man in military uniform didn't care at all at this moment, and there was no anger on his face.

It was as if the "anger" that the people inside were experiencing was completely different from his.

Just as Bemit was secretly looking at the old man in military uniform, the latter noticed the other's gaze, and there was no trace of color on his stern face.

"Do you think this is a good thing?"

The old man suddenly spoke, and Bemet hurriedly bowed and whispered, "From the perspective of scientific research value, the one gram of lunar soil donated by the other party is of great significance."

"but"

"From a national perspective, this behavior represents an insult."

Bemett spoke carefully, and the old man in military uniform nodded approvingly, "You're right, it's not like we can't go to the moon, it's just a matter of time."

"This kind of behavior is just looking down on us."

Bemet bowed his head.

Seeing this, the old man in military uniform sighed and said, "This is the price we pay for falling behind. If we can't catch up, there will be more humiliation in the future."

Bemet still kept his head down, there was nothing he could do about these things.

The noise in the room gradually died down, and soon the door opened. The secretary came out and welcomed the two in.

Seeing the burly old man at the table, their faces turned serious.

"I've asked you to come here for two things!"

The burly old man spoke directly without any politeness.

Then he looked at the old man in military uniform and his tone became much softer, "Nowitzki, we are going to land on the moon and bring back the damn lunar soil."

"This matter concerns the reputation of the alliance, we have to act quickly!"

The old man in military uniform, Nowitzki, nodded.

Then he looked at Bemet again, his expression turned grim, which made Bemet feel cold in his heart.

"Bemet, find out what's going on with our corn."

"I don't want to know the truth from other people's mouths!"

"Yes. Understood!"

Bemet nodded vigorously, not daring to refute!

After saying that, the burly old man picked up the cup on the table, only to find that the coffee was gone.

He was still furious and threw the cup onto the table.

The crisp sound made the office particularly loud.

“When will it be finished?”

The old man in military uniform still asked.