freenovelworld Chapter 581 The Cowherd Song, have you heard it?
Chapter 581 The Cowherd Song, have you heard it?
Uncle Jin watched as Mulan began to exude her charm again, and his rough hands pressed against her small face without any hesitation.
Next, pinch!
They didn't release her until they had pinched her so hard her beak looked like a duck's.
"Alright, now that you're on my turf, don't cause any trouble. I finally got this managerial position, don't let you ruin it!"
"You've come at the perfect time. I was worried that Johnson wouldn't be able to handle one of the plans properly, but with you, my little devil, here, I feel much more at ease!"
Mulan pouted: "The world is vast, but our bellies are the biggest. You lot are already planning for more than ten years from now, but our family can't wait that long. If we don't get some food back soon, we'll all starve to death!"
"I'm just a young woman, I don't care about things that far ahead."
I!
Yes!
my family……"
Mulan's eyes suddenly sharpened, and her right hand, which had grabbed Uncle Jin's rough claws, slowly clenched, causing a few ripples to appear on Uncle Jin's face, which he was trying to keep calm.
"Everyone can have enough to eat!"
"Anyone who dares to stop me! Even if they're the president, I'll kill them all!"
Uncle Jin withdrew his hands, which were almost twisted into pretzels, crossed his arms over his chest, and secretly rubbed his hands together.
"Are you stupid! With a CIA cover, do you think I could tinker with some domestic products and sell them!"
"Is a sustainable supply chain more important, or is it more worthwhile for you to come down the mountain, grab a bunch of loot, and run away?"
Clatter! Mulan slammed her forehead against the wooden table: "You're a magnanimous person, can't you at least count this slap?"
As she spoke, Mulan fawned over Uncle Jin and pulled his hand over, then carefully pressed several acupoints on his hand. Uncle Jin squinted his eyes and began to enjoy this rare tenderness from the female tyrant.
"You've grown up... When I first saw you at the nursery, you weren't even as tall as my knees..."
"Hey, tell me. How did you end up in the US? Weren't you always active in Europe?"
At this point, Uncle Jin paused for a moment. "Uh, isn't Russia considered part of Europe? Anyway, that's what they say..."
So Mulan recounted the good deeds she had done with the Russians, and Mo Liao even asked, as if to take credit, "Was that a good job?"
"Yes! That's quite right. Most of our intelligence is now relayed through them. If what you say is true, that they can crack codes using computers, then your reminder is very timely!"
"That's not all! I also took some photos and got a copy of their latest computer manual, which I had someone take home. It's just that they haven't replied to me in so long. Tsk, I'm definitely going to ask my boss's boss about this when I get back. This is cutting-edge technology!"
Looking at the sullen Mulan, Uncle Jin had a sudden thought, remembering a computer that had been dismantled into pieces.
"hiss……"
"Has the French made a breakthrough in computers? I saw that the Strategic Intelligence Agency bought two of those French gadgets for such a high price. Although I haven't seen any specific reports, judging from the shocked expressions on the experts' faces, it seems like something's going on! Aren't you on good terms with the French emperor's nephew? Have you looked into this?"
Mulan's eyes widened: "Hey, they've already sold it! So all my efforts in jumping ship to register the patent were for nothing!"
"How much money did we make! Our initial market share was estimated at a whopping 70%!"
"You dare steal my money!"
Seeing the fierce glint in Mulan's eyes again, as if she were about to return to Gallic territory, Uncle Jin pinched her smiling face into a duck's beak.
"How could you possibly know about secret transactions between nations! What's a patent all about? Explain in detail!"
Mulan nodded and then recounted the good deeds she had done in Gaul.
After hearing this, Uncle Jin couldn't contain his excitement and started pacing around Johnson's sister's small dining room.
"Great! Great! It seems that those students sent back to study abroad years ago have truly kept their promise! They have used their talents for the development of the motherland!"
"I never expected that they would be at the forefront of the world even in cutting-edge technologies like computers!"
"Not only that, there's also lasers, and the double-slit interference experiment model that's recently captivating advanced laboratories..."
"Good good!"
As he spoke, several tear tracks appeared on Uncle Jin's face.
He picked up the coffee cup that Mulan had just given him and held it high in the air.
He mumbled a few names under his breath, then sighed softly, "Cheers!"
After doing all this, Uncle Jin sat blankly in the chair and waved to Mulan: "Go see our movie star and persuade her to go back with you! Tell her that we are different from that Song guy, and her achievements have been recorded in the merit book!"
"The plan I just told you has changed! I'll think about it some more. Go ahead, go ahead!"
Mulan sensed Uncle Jin's mood and obediently didn't ask any further questions. She simply left behind one sentence:
"That cutting-edge thing you mentioned, it seems to have been made by something that grows naturally in our soil..."
As he spoke, he closed the door to the small restaurant, leaving Uncle Jin alone inside.
Before Mulan left, Uncle Jin hummed a little tune to himself.
"The cows are still grazing on the hillside, but the cowherd is nowhere to be found. It wasn't that he lost the cows while playing; it was that cowherd boy, Wang Erxiao..."
Hearing Mulan's words, Uncle Jin paused for a moment, but continued humming a song.
"The enemy surrounded Wang Erxiao, pointing guns at him and demanding he lead the way. Erxiao obediently walked ahead, leading the enemy into the Eighth Route Army's ambush..."
"It grew on its own! That's wonderful..."
"However, the country can't offer you much support right now, resources are scarce. But hehehe, with you, Uncle Jin, on your side! Nothing will be a problem!"
"The CIA just wants to make money, right? We need to make use of the loopholes in customs!"
A glint flashed in Uncle Jin's eyes, then faded away.
"The cadres and villagers were saved, but Wang Erxiao heroically sacrificed his life. His blood stained the blue sky red, his blood stained the blue sky red."
After finishing the song, Uncle Jin raised his glass and said, "Comrade, I'm going up now!"
"Only by packing all these ties and concerns back to China can I act without restraint!"
"Congratulations on your triumphant return!"
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"The soldiers returned to camp after target practice..."
The mini-exercise ended. Two soldiers carrying radios walked out with the imposing presence of a thousand troops. However, the sight of a little gray dog, a distant relative of who-knows-how-many generations, clutched in one of their hands somewhat diminished that imposing aura.
The small team led by Lao Wang followed behind the two-person team, looking disheveled and frustrated.
"Damn it, I thought digital radio was all that great, but who knew the signals we intercepted all sounded like birds chirping? How are we supposed to find anything now? What are we going to do?"
Tang's group wasn't as angry. After all, they had already located the two guys through some clues in the exercise area, but they hadn't been able to find them due to the exercise rules.
In their frustration, they unexpectedly discovered a litter of distant relatives of the little gray fowl.
Well, who told these silly rabbits to lie there sprawled on the grass without digging burrows? But those two, using winning the competition as an excuse, brazenly took these spoils, claiming it was a promise they'd made to Xiao Dongdong.
"Is the bird call you hearing like a 'didi didi...de, de, de'?"
"Shortwave frequencies in the 3 MHz range?"
A guy wearing sunglasses appeared in front of the group in the dead of night.
He still had a cannon barrel dangling from his mouth, emitting bursts of pungent smoke.
"Hey! Baoqiang? You've got pretty good hearing, coming to our door already?"
Old Wang waved to the man in sunglasses, then stood at attention and saluted.
Well, the recipient of this gift wasn't Baoqiang, but the person behind him.
"Hello, Chief!"