Chapter 86: The first hobby is Lin Jingheng, the second hobby is splashing chicken soup

"General, I have always felt that the style of the Free Legion and the other two pirates are different," said Turan. "The group of people who occupied Votor had the most ambitions, and the Riyadhs were the craziest. These two characteristics All of them, you will know that when they fight with them, they are rich, prepared, and well-planned. The establishment of heavy armor and the throat fortress of the alliance were almost the same level, but the Free Army was not the same. "
Lin Jingheng nodded, and the Freedom Army was very confused from a management standpoint. When experimenting with "Opium", he had to cooperate with the poisonous nest of the small cult of the eighth galaxy. What he did was terrible, but the quality of personnel was like temporary workers.
Lin Jingheng had contacted them twice, whether it was "Zero One", which was when they were scared, or a small mech team that was brain-disabled after interference, and looked like no serious rebellious force.
"This kind of biochip is made extraterritorially and was tested in the eight galaxy, so we didn't think about it at the beginning," Turan continued. "But think carefully, one fifth of the population of the eight galaxy is empty brain. Disease, and drowsily poor, how can there be free money to play drugs? This should be specifically for the alliance, especially after the collapse of Eden. So ... Is there a possibility that some people already knew that Eden would collapse, very This step has been designed long ago. The so-called Freedom Legion is just an extra-territorial hooligan supported by this person. "
"The Glory Regiment wants to establish an empire, anti-Uruguayan society ... First of all, whether it conforms to their teachings or not, but they should have this scientific research ability, and they don't need to find someone to experiment with chips." It is likely to be a member of the alliance. This person knows everything in advance and must have a connection with one of the other two major pirate forces. It may even be their internal response. Why should he deliberately support another group? "
"For the sake of money, power is possible." Turan said, "The popularity of opium in the alliance will bring unimaginable profits. If the planner has insufficient speaking power and insufficient bargaining power, then choose to cooperate with the big pirates. A piece of cake is equivalent to marrying someone. If you want to collect money as fast as possible and have your own armed forces in the chaos of the troubled times, what can be more efficient than precision drug trafficking? People can be more prosperous than those of us who organize people in remote areas. ! "
Lin Jingheng gave her a cool look.
Turan quickly squeezed his mouth: "I'm wrong, I don't speak, General, don't shave my head, everything is good to discuss!"
"There is one more thing," Lin Jingheng paused, adding, "Why did the Free Army attack raid bases in Armenia, what exactly do they want? By the way, is the encryption on Armenia's ark broken?"
"No," Turan said, "Mr. Lu is not here. We are short of general technicians!"
Lu Bixing followed the president. They left—Since to revive the eighth galaxy, we must first resume production and rebuild social order. The president received the support from General Lin and was so excited that he burst into tears and hid in the room and cried for a night . The corroded muscles on his body had not yet grown, and he took his old, weak, and sick team to fight. The initial idea was to use the network of the old part of the Free Alliance Army, such as the one-eyed eagle and Yu William, to separate the eighth galaxy. The big planets are sticking together. After the dissolution of the Free Alliance Army, most of these people have their own forces. If they can be integrated, the social order will be easy to sort out.
The one-eyed eagle took Yu William in one direction, and then sent Lu Bixing to represent himself and follow the chief. The name is beautiful, "separate action and improve efficiency", but the captain of the Turan Guards has already seen the real purpose of the old Persian cat-he just threw out Lu Bixing who was always running towards General Lin.
"Bai Yinsan doesn't know which monkey mountain to pull the flag for, and Teacher Lu is not there. It won't work like this, General," Tulan said earnestly, "or you can restrain yourself a little ..."
Lin Jingheng listened to this female hooligan, and the less she talked about it, she turned her face: "What can I restrain!"
"I mean temper, restrain temper!" Turan also realized that his words were ambivalent, and quickly explained, "Don't get me wrong, sir, General, you say you, look so serious and serious, thinking really ... … I did n’t say to restrain you from anything else, I mean ... you can be a little friendly and a little bit, let people talk first, then you will find the world full of love and fragrance ...

Lin Jingheng turned around and looked at her with a smile on her skin, feeling that Captain Turan should be filled in the pit, and let her understand what "the world is full of love and fragrance".
The captain of the Turan Guard was getting weaker and weaker. He turned around and ran: "I'm going to review the captives."
"Wait," Lin Jingheng called her impatiently, "when will I be back?"
Turanchi replied forcefully: "Soon, I will find the report and report to you immediately!"
Lin Jingheng: "... Who the asked you?"
Turan—the captain of the guard with the tentacles cut off, reacted to be affectionate by himself, covering his heart that was sparsely poked, and taking a look at his reflective appearance on the reflective metal hatch next to him. He scratched his head and said, "It's on the way back, in a day."
Lin Jingheng nodded his head and waved her to kneel.
"How old is uglier than anyone?" Turan thought inexplicably, scolding in his heart as he walked, "I wish you could not be tough, asshole."
Lu Bixing was indeed on his way back. He gave the four students permission to drive mechas, let them take turns, and found a bar counter to sit by himself.
Until now, these wild road students have been in an emergency every time they turn on the armor-either high-energy particles are flowing across the border, or they are fighting, no passengers are carried, and the armor is driven up and down, like a monkey car.
The general manager made them shake their stomachs and spit out their stomachs. The muscles eroded by the rainbow virus on his legs were not fully grown. He is still walking on crutches and struggling near the operating platform. He just heard White glasses talking.
White said, "I think this plan is feasible, you believe me, this time at the end of the month, Mr. Lu, we will submit this question-entry mech research-how pragmatic, right? You think, just started When learning to swim, you first start to carry a life buoy and then hold a floating object. Adapt it little by little? When you first learn a bicycle, there must always be two auxiliary wheels behind the bicycle. Then why is it necessary to start the mech? So boring and so complicated? Can't there be a "primary mech" as a buffer? "
Mint held his arms around his chest and looked at him with a caring mind: "Master, because we are not as particular about you as we are, and we are 'assistance wheels', do you still need someone to feed you?"
White sighed: "Mint, are you following General Lin now? You'll be alone for a lifetime like this."
"The silly big man with no beard in the Self-Defense Force chased her all day, I think you still worry about yourself." Huang Jinglian stood side by side with Mint, "I have never used so much equipment to learn to swim, a cruel father enough."
Everyone looked at her.
Huang Jingyi shrugged: "My dad is a cephalocephalic, and later discovered that I am also cephalocephalic. He first accepted the reality that cephalocephalic has a family inheritance and realized that his gene was destined to be eliminated by the times. From generation to generation, they are all inferior people, so they are particularly desperate, and they are particularly desperate, and they ca n’t do anything about suicide. What can I do? I have no choice but to throw me in the river.

Both White and Mint were silent. They gradually became accustomed to high-intensity study and a life of exile. They were accustomed to mechs, missiles, plagues, and wars. The pre-war life was now like another generation. It is difficult to have time to recall the past when people are rushed forward by the torrent, but the past has always been there, like a needle poking deep in the memory, gradually being wrapped in thick cocoons, becoming painless and itchy.
Only the cockfighting was heartless and heartless. At this time, while opening the mech like a sky monkey, he intervened and asked, "Then I am slow to learn mech ... Is there a lack of cruel teaching director."
Huang Jinglian: "I recommend you go to Captain Turan."
The temporary pilot was greatly frightened, and the mech almost broke into a transition point in the path. At one time, all the speakers on the mech warned him in unison: "Off course!"
The chief long arm hurriedly supported the mech bulkhead, and the crutches flew.
Just listen to the driver's blush and neck and say, "No, other people will find that I have only a white face all over my body, and I sing!"
The chief commander finally could not help but interjected, and said weakly, "Children, try to be as stable as possible. The gravity field in the cabin has been around for half an hour. Uncle I am too old to bear this ... Rest assured, Turan Guard Chang dare not punish you now, and the law on the protection of minors. "
White jumped up: "That is, cockfighting, you still have two and a half years to practice your singing voice-come down and connect with me, I want to study how to install a body sensor on the mech!"
The Alliance requires that Mech pilots must be at least eighteen years of age.
The president struggling to pick up the walking stick and thought anxiously: "I think the driver should be twenty-eight years old."
The chief commander is Edward Hunt, who is two hundred and forty years old and half-born. A rainbow virus made him walk once on the edge of life and death, and the entire human body was visibly thin and senile, showing his old state.
Being the Chief Executive in the eighth galaxy is not a good thing. There is no power or fame. Not to mention gray income. Even normal salary must find a way to run around and is willing to struggle in this position, no matter what kind of bear-like, when he swore When he took office, he must have dreams and wanted to do something for this galaxy.
President Edward has been dreaming for many years, and occasionally awakens, bitterly windy, tossing and turning side by side, repeated many times, and disappointed too many times. He is already pale in disappointment, and almost died in disappointment.
I thought that the tragic life was over, and I didn't expect Liu Anhuaming, God gave him a glimmer of hope.
So it was like hungry and saw half a loaf of bread, and whenever there was a glimmer of hope, he would grab it hysterically.
Lu Bixing was not afraid of his unlucky student driving the mech into the ditch. Chief Edward limped towards him with a cane and found that he was doing small crafts leisurely.
He has a large glass cover on the left hand side, and several palm-sized micro-sculpting robots on the bar. Robots are dragging a tail behind them, and they are connected to Lu Bixing's personal terminal. They are carving stones according to the precise modeling on the personal terminal.
The stones were picked by Lu Bixing from each planet along the way, with the unique elements on each planet, showing a variety of colors and brilliance. The relatively regular large stones were carved by small robots into exquisite buildings and landscapes, and glued to a base. On the other hand, the small piece was manually polished into the shape of a star by sticking it in a glass cover. The glass cover was brushed with a layer of crystal glue. The starlight inside is a piece of starlight that can be faked.
Although robots are available, they also require patience and care. Chief Edward watched for a while, holding his breath involuntarily, until the little robot finished the last work, turned on the small fan, and blown away the debris. At the same time, the quick-drying crystal glue was also shaped. The chief looked at Lu You must reverse the large glass cover with a diameter of about one meter and find that the original glass cover is a miniature eighth galaxy starry sky. The stars in the distance are like broken diamonds. The shadows of the nearby planets are superb. The streets under the glass cover are like buildings. In the human landscape, some stones emit fluorescent dots of light, embellishing them, such as Wanjia lanterns, beautiful.
Lu Bixing stretched his waist, bowed his head for too long, and "cracked" his neck and back. Lu Bixing hissed, held his neck, and asked with a smile: "General manager, how about it, is it good-looking?"
President Edward praised, "Art works can enter the Museum of Eight Galaxy."
"Ah ... isn't it?" Lu Bixing found that the general manager was not too exaggerated. The "Eight Galaxy Museum" was on the Gloria Star before. He had visited it once, like a tattered processing station-he wiped the glass cover spotlessly. , Put it in a sponge-filled box, seal it, and then say, "Sometimes we will build a new galaxy museum, and I will make a new donation to you, this one has the owner."
Such a flashy and thoughtful thing, normal people can feel the taste of wind and snow at a glance. In the last sentence of Lu Bixing, the implication of "coming to the gossip" is obvious, and he is standing with his big tail waiting to be displayed.
But Chief Edward ... in a way, is not a normal person.
He worried about the country and the people and looked at the box in Lu Bixing's hand: "When will the eighth galaxy really be like your model, we should all have such a picture in our hearts."
Lu Bixing: "..."
Suddenly I feel so vulgar.
The general manager sighed again painfully. Lu Bixing quickly closed the gift box lid, sat upright, and put on a silent face like a mourning test.
Their trip was very unsuccessful, which Lu Bixing seemed to expect.
President Edward was stunned by the spiritual appearance of Admiral Star Self-Defense Force and Admiral Lin's support attitude. Before leaving, he was full of ambition. I always felt that this time I could really respond to it and lead everyone to a bright future.
However, the stricken reality gave him another blow.
The eighth galaxy, the "sewer" that extends in all directions, has not been rectified for more than 100 years, let alone such a troubled year?
This is an objective fact, not transferred by the chief's personal blood and dreams.
First, it is a piece of scattered sand. Everywhere is like a big smelly sister who sweeps the snow in front of the door. In some places, a small-scale closed society is formed. It has its own order, someone manages and distributes materials in a unified manner. It can also barely organize everyone to produce some lives. Necessities-similar to the tiny bazaar in Galaxy City. However, the scale of such a common economy is usually very small. In order to protect themselves, they are reluctant to contact the outside world. They have visited several relatively small social groups. Before the war, they knew the one-eyed hawk. In this unlucky picture of the General Manager, everyone verbally expressed their support for the independence of the eight galaxies, but no matter how many, they refused to do it.
It is not easy to form a small country, so that everyone can barely survive. A person who has been struggling on the line of life and death for many years and thinking of helping his neighbor is impossible. Poverty and hard life can devour a person's dignity, intelligence, and compassion.
In addition to these small groups, they are in a state of anarchy and chaos. It is a real underground world. Even the natives of the eighth galaxy dare not go deep. It is full of thieves, robbers, and liars. Murderers and all sorts of shameless inferior rubbish-not rubbish, can't live here. If one wants to do something serious to make a living, he will be stripped of flesh and blood and set foot on 10,000 feet.
The president said in a painful tone: "When I left, I wanted to start to restore communication in the eighth galaxy, contact these energetic friends everywhere to set up a government, first establish social order, let the credit currency recirculate, resume trade, first Let everyone take the place here, and while they are at a standstill, let's find a way to develop ourselves. Only in the future will we have a foothold! "
Lu Bixing didn't know where to find a snow-white ribbon, holding one end, and winding the other end on the gift box, vaguely agreeing: "Yes."
"The orderliness and effectiveness of society, the credibility of government and the law, in the final analysis, is to make the people believe that we ... right?" Said the long man. "Humans can dominate space because society has no society. Contemporary people can't even control a small forest, and society is like a big game board. It can survive because players of different roles agree with the rules. Even if someone wants to cheat, it doesn't matter, because the concept of cheating is itself a rule. Approval. "
The total length has been mixed for so many years. Although it is not mixed up, the operating principles of the society are still a little understood. Lu Bixing nodded while doing manual work, and sometimes there was a sentence that echoed each other. Who knows, the Chief turned to him suddenly: "Mr. Lu ..."
Lu Bixing hurriedly said, "Hey, I dare not be. I can at most teach a minor to disassemble mechs. You should never call them that."
"No, no, you can afford it," Chief Edward ignored, eagerly said, "The Self-Defense Forces are called this way-Teacher Lu, I heard that these people in the Self-Defense Forces were just a bunch of interstellar smugglers. But you went and made them as trained as the regular army and even defeated Prince Gloria. I know you are a capable person. "
President Edward seems to regard Lu Bixing as Zhuge Liang of Nanyang farming. This is the tone of looking around the grass. Lu Bixing confessed that he was not a too-technical technician. After hearing this, he couldn't help crying and laughing: "President, I'll come out with you this time It ’s a mascot representing my dad. My artificial department is not bad. If I have enough resources, I can help plan the military factory or build the communication network in the galactic system according to your requirements ... "
President Edward determined that he had reservations, and immediately took it seriously, saying, "Mr. Lu, if you want, I will give you the position of the eighth galaxy chief."
Lu Bixing put the wrapped gift box aside, and sighed with a headache: "General Manager, I was only a schooler before, and scared the teachers away, really ..."
President Edward immediately drew him the next "big cake": "Then the first public school of the eighth galaxy is yours, financial subsidies and government concessions, all in accordance with the specifications of the Ulan College of Votor?"
Lu Bixing sighed, and the General Manager was too old to be able to make the lure so unlovable and draw the big pie so hard to swallow. It is really not a smooth person and not suitable for being a politician.
He probably only has a heart that dreams of revitalizing the eighth galaxy ... and a group who would rather be torn apart by the space field, and leave the crowd before the blocking failure.
"President, if a person has a clever tongue, he can use three-inch tongues to trick three or five people around him to run with him. I'm good at this. If a person is good at MLM brainwashing, he can develop a few thousand Organizations of tens of thousands, or even tens of thousands of people, treat him as an idiot every day. I think the Hope prophet of the Anti-Uzbek Society has this ability. But if you want to manage a city, sometimes you need a bit of luck-the formation of the Self-Defense Force and It wasn't my own plan. I didn't have this ability. It was the result of many accidental external forces. As for the reconstruction of the social order of a galaxy, "Lu Bixing smiled bitterly," You also despise me ... "
He didn't finish talking, and the total long eyes had dimmed for a moment.
Lu Bixing's first hobby was Lin Jingheng, and the second hobby was splashing chicken soup. He couldn't see the gloomy and frustrated eyes, his head was hot, and he blurted out, "But no matter what you need me to do, I will do my best and go to the soup."
"Okay!" The president slapped him on the shoulder with a slap. "I'll just wait for you. I've actually given you all the positions. You come to be the Coordinator of the Eighth Galaxy and the chairman of the special management committee. You There is a vote of veto. In the future, we two should not take the same mech. When I am away, you come to exercise the power of the president. "
The young scientist and rural teacher was stunned by this series of titles, and felt that he needed a small book. He must write the two-foot title three times and recite it in full.
Until they arrived at the Star, the chief was still eloquently describing his grand vision. Lu Bixing had to lie to himself that he was troublesome, carrying heavy gifts, carrying the heavier hope of the eighth galaxy, and slipped along the path, intending Ask his general to report his new identity.