A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

"What! My friend from the South has disappeared?"

Before long, the minister received a dejected reply from Khalil.

"Hiss...something's strange here!"

The minister, who considered himself to have weathered many storms, now felt that the actions of his friends from the South were highly suspicious.

"From their perspective, shouldn't they be asking us for aid? Why have they disappeared? Didn't they take back the printers that were delivered beforehand?"

"No! Minister, when our friends from the South sent it over, they were very humble and asked us for our opinions. They didn't make any excessive demands! They didn't disappear... they were just driven away."

Khalil recalled what had happened. Yes, his friend from the south had brought two machines all by himself. The rest of the Academy of Sciences was too lazy to receive him, and that's how those two lovely printers ended up in his hands.

After all, he was just a junior typist at the Academy of Sciences.

Upon receiving the minister's order, he immediately called the hotel where his friend from the south was staying. Unfortunately, the ill-tempered auntie from the alliance said:

"You mean that Chinese guy who was like three people sharing the same pants? He only paid for one day's room, and I kicked him out a long time ago!"

An enraged Khalil, using Lubyanka's name, launched into a tirade against the other side. Perhaps due to his extensive reading of written materials, he sang fluently about how, despite the shadows in relations between the two countries, they still belonged to the same camp.

Although he was only concerned about the convenience of his future job...

"Giving feedback? That's a good attitude..."

The minister, after a moment's thought, picked up the phone: "Hello, connect me to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of China!"

“Oh, my dear Kroshka, of course I know about the time difference, but who are we? The Great Alliance! Even if that ‘Chen No. 4’ is in bed, he still has to come out and answer my call!”

Is that how you treat someone who's unreasonable? That's just how it is, what can you do about it?

Don't forget that the alliance and its predecessors were the countries that occupied the most of our territory in modern Chinese history.

Regardless of the Treaty of Nerchinsk, the Treaty of Aigun, and even that damned Yalta Agreement, China lost approximately 156 million square kilometers of territory.

Oh, and don't forget Heixiazi Island, that area is quite large too!

588.38 square kilometers of territory! Remember this number. It wasn't until 2004, with the signing of a supplementary agreement, that we regained some of that territory.

Stunned, aren't you? That's why there's the old saying: between nations, there's no such thing as genuine friendship.

I'm getting off topic...

As the call connected, Lubyanka's minister kept scrutinizing Khalil with his hawk-like eyes.

"Khalil, is that your name?"

"Yes, Minister!"

What are your thoughts on the sudden disappearance of our Eastern friends?

What do I think? What do I think? I'm just a typist! Even if I were to appear in front of you, those professors from the Academy of Sciences wouldn't want to deal with you!

While inwardly grumbling, Khalil maintained a respectful demeanor: "Minister, I don't know. After all, I'm just a typist. However, based on my recent inquiries, our Eastern friends couldn't afford the rent and were evicted. After all, they don't currently have an office in our country. As for their whereabouts, that's not Lubyanka's forte..."

Seeing that even this nobody knew Lubyanka's reputation, the minister smiled with satisfaction:

"Ah, poor friends in the South. How are you doing with your computers?"

"Uh, I heard the reviews are pretty high? Its small size is one aspect, not having to fiddle with a paper tape machine is another, and finally, there's the printer you see here. I have to say it's a genius invention!"

Khalil desperately tried to recall the materials he had printed, and by combining the statements in the materials, he stammered out his answers to the questions posed by the "beast" in front of him.

After all, he knew that Lubyanka would cover food and lodging!

Do you think there's anything unusual about the people at the Academy of Sciences?

"what?"

The minister stood up, poured himself a glass of water of life, and said, "Don't you think there's something wrong with our friends from the South suddenly bringing out so many good things?"

Khalil felt a little dizzy for a moment. "Minister, I'm just a typist. You don't need to reveal such explosive information. I don't want to go dig potatoes!"

The minister picked up his glass and took a sip: "You're a typist, did you notice anyone requesting to print double copies of documents, or someone taking important data out of the lab?"

"No...no, I don't think so..."

"Oh? Think it over before you speak!"

Khalil was sweating profusely. He was usually engrossed in typing on the keyboard and had no interest in who delivered the materials.

A frame-up? There are a few people I don't usually get along with, but where am I? Lubyanka!

I bet my little schemes will all come out after "staying here for one night"...

Forget it, I'd better behave myself! I hope these ruthless bastards will spare my family.

Hmm? I don't think I'm married yet? That's good, I won't drag other people down with me.

"Your Excellency, I apologize! I haven't paid enough attention to this matter in the past. However, if you need my assistance, I will definitely report to you promptly in the future!"

"Oh!" The minister looked at Khalil with some surprise. Hey, he's got talent, pretty smart!

Intelligent people tend to live longer.

The minister, quite pleased, stuffed the remaining Life-Giving Water into Khalil's hand. "Very good. Your cleverness has earned you a subsidy. From now on, your contact person..."

"Oh, right, didn't you say that our comrades in the South have a technology for quickly transmitting messages? Let's use that! Of course, you have to make sure it works well!"

Khalil clenched the cup in his hand. "Waaah, my friends in the south, I really like you guys, please don't lie to me!"

My friend from the south, where have you been? I need an apology!

When the minister saw Khalil begin to sip his drink, he smiled with satisfaction: "Even a nobody has his uses, and this nobody is actually a typist who has access to a wide range of information."

Ha, the Academy of Sciences that's always at odds with me? Take them down!

……

Meanwhile, our Minister of Foreign Affairs looked at the Gallic Rooster, who was still playing enthusiastically on the computer, and laughed heartily.

Go ahead and have fun. The electricity bill is manageable for the outer coating section. The more fun they have, the more they value it, right?

"Minister! There's a call from the alliance, could you take a look..."

"An alliance? Calling me this late?" A hint of anger flashed across the Minister of Foreign Affairs' face.

Damn it, who do you think you are?!

Do you think you can just make a phone call to a minister whenever you want? It takes a lot of communication between the parties involved to make the call within the scheduled time. That's the most basic courtesy between the two sides!

"Which department are they from?"

"Lybyanka!"

"Hmm? What do they want from us? Could it be that they want those few 'swallows' we arrested recently?" The Minister of the Outer Jiao Department thought of the comrades who had mysteriously disappeared, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light.

"No, according to reports from relevant comrades, it seems to be about computers."

"Oh……"

The Minister of Foreign Affairs glanced calmly at the French rooster stretching its neck to the side, and said, "Take it over, we can have a good talk."