After Becoming a Little Sister

In fact, his first reaction was that he didn't really think about the Republic. The main reason was that this style of work was too evil, and it didn't go well with those guys in the Republic who took the scheming route, and the second was the money.

Mainly because there is too much money——

Gritting his teeth, Tupolev shook his head: "I'm very sorry, sir, although I really want to name the employer behind me, but I know the professional ethics that a middleman should have, so I can't name him, It's like I won't say I've seen you after I leave this door—I haven't heard or seen anything today."

"..." This time it was Miss Ma's turn to be silent.

She took a deep look at the fat man, and probably understood why he was still running around with a full beard until now, and then she clapped her hands lightly, as if clapping: "I am more and more optimistic about you, Tubo Mr. Lev, really - I admire your professionalism, and if we can, I think we should find a place to have a drink, but unfortunately not now."

"I'm here to send an invitation to invite Ms. Balalaika to a hotel for a dinner. Before she agrees, I can't tell the hotel information, and if she confirms that she will go to the appointment, then please bring this— —”

Speaking of this, his throat rolled, and his voice was dry: "This information...the other party seems to want to get this information...I mean, the complete information."

Theoretically speaking, this is a Hongmen banquet.

But before Sister Balalaika went to the appointment, it was actually a grand feast for Xue’s cat abuser. If you don’t go, you will never know whether the opposite party is a friend who wants to talk about cooperation or someone who wants to throw a cup for the sake of three hundred knives. enemy.

The difference probably depends on the energy of this information, whether it can make the other party throw a mouse.

It's a pity that Miss Ma doesn't want to follow the routine——

"No need, you tell the person behind you that we won't go to the appointment, but we will make a copy of the documents for you." Miss Ma patted the other party's shoulder again, as if the boss was encouraging the younger brother: "This is for you Take it, take this information to your employer, and tell him that it is because of you that we decided to give him these decisive information for free."

The sweat Tupolev just wiped off again...

Take it back by yourself, is it an invitation to reward?

No, this wave is asking for credit - have you seen it?Why did the other party give it to you?If you didn't betray me, and didn't exchange for more benefits, which idiot would give you such an important thing for nothing? !

That's all, if the other party has some other backhands, such as giving these materials to a few more people, then I'm afraid it's not a matter of picking each other up, but everyone fighting together, as long as there is one left Without death, the survivors will not feel at ease.

Tupolev used to think that when he was the most unlucky, he made the wrong choice. He chose to come to Da Mao from Ermao's territory. In the end, he met the tyrant Vladimir. The possibilities are truly endless, and even the degree of bad luck can be exacerbated.

When I met that great emperor, I had no money.

Encountering this, my life is almost dead now.

"...Your Excellency, please speak directly." The bald fat man laughed as if crying: "What should I do to satisfy you? I will definitely work hard!"

"As I said, I won't force you to do things, I just want to make friends with you." Madam Xiaoma sighed: "Friends, you should put yourself in each other's shoes and help each other—sometimes Well, you find out that your friend doesn't know many things, but you know many things, so you have to think about it."

"... Think about it?"

"Yes, think about it, think about it."

Those who understand understand, and those who don't understand are dead. Being a riddle is also risky these days.

The bald fat man didn't dare to think anymore, he lowered his head: "I think, Your Excellency can teach me how I should think."

"I teach you?"

"Yes, please teach me."

"Then what's the point of—"

"Since we are friends, your teaching is also a help to me, a friendship."

"That's it!" Madam Xiaoma suddenly showed a bright smile: "I said it earlier! Old Tu, I just like honest people like you!"

Tupolev realized, he knew who the other party was - a republican!

The practice of using the first character as a surname can only be done by people in the Republic. Although I am called Tupolev, my surname is not the word Tu... But the other party was impeccable before, but now he is showing such serious flaws. What's the meaning?

Is it intentional?Or did it slip by accident?

He subconsciously raised his eyes to see the other person's expression, but all he saw was Miss Xiao Ma's expression that couldn't be discerned.

In that smile, one part is serious, two parts are cold, three parts are careless, and four parts are sincere and gratifying. Looking at it is as dizzying as a fan-shaped figure, and the eyes are even more flickering. Interpreting it is a literature reading at least. The grand finale of understanding.

Tupolev didn't dare to think anymore, and then he heard even more wonderful words——

"As for us, we are actually people from the Eastern European branch of the Gate of Truth, and we are here to discuss cooperation with Ms. Balalaika."

"???"

……

……

"The Gate of Truth...Eastern Europe Branch?"

In the Lubyanka building, the angry man became angry again.

"Does he think I'm a fool?!" He slapped the table heavily: "The man from the gate of truth! Is this the news he brought back?!"

Standing in front of him, Xiong Mengnan remained taciturn: "That's what he said."

"What about the information?"

"On your desk."

"On the desk?" The angry man looked down at his desk, then removed the Playboy magazines on it, and only then saw the kraft paper bag underneath: "Damn, why do you have to use this kind of document?" Bag? I thought it was some kind of internal information, and I was just about to throw it in the trash can..."

He muttered and opened the file bag, pulled out the file and glanced subconsciously.

Then he stopped—and glanced again.

Silently stuff the file back, take it out again, look at it, stuff it back in, and take it out again.

This action was repeated three times, and he sealed the file bag silently: "Who has read this document?"

"do not know."

"did you see it yet?"

"not yet."

"Then take a look—" He pulled down the blinds, raised his hand and picked up the phone on the desk: "It's me, within an hour from now, no one can disturb me, the appointment will be arranged later...you Are you an idiot? Of course that lord can do it! But if he comes, won't you call me in advance!"

The angry man hung up the phone angrily, furiously: "These operators are just decorations! With high salaries, they don't even know the most basic work procedures! If I become the director, the first thing I will do is to put their staffing Cut it all away!"

After thinking about it for a while, he looked down at the Playboy magazine on the table, and added in a muttering voice: "I want to change to someone with a good figure..."

Xiong Mengnan flipped through the files expressionlessly, but if you look closely, you will find that the corners of his eyes are also twitching slightly. I don't know if he was burned by the burning soul of his boss's LSP, or because of the blazing fire in the files. The content surprised me.

Why did Mr. Goose vow to win over several big oligarchs in an attempt to kill Vladimir, one of the princes?

Probably because of these materials as a basis, he is confident that he can directly lift half of the table - it is a pity that Nikolaevich is bad, but he is not an idiot. Xiongxiong, he firmly chose to support his successor, and even abdicated while still in office to help him.

Perhaps from the point of view of bringing down the former Soviet Union, Nikolaevich is a fool, but in the re-established Russian regime, he can be regarded as half of the founding monarch. Sleeping maps are much stronger.

After quickly reading the entire report, facing the expectant eyes of his boss, he took the initiative to express his opinion: "This is very dangerous-for us."

"Dangerous?" The angry man asked puzzled, "Isn't this... Is there something wrong with me?"

"No."

"That's it, let's use it as a threat—well, I mean, we can use it as a bargaining chip to get help from some of the people above, what do you think?"

"..."

"Silence means...disagree?"

"I don't know." Xiong Mengnan shook his head.

"Then what should I do?" The angry man took back the document and carefully looked at the catalog page: "Besides, why do they want to snatch this thing? What's the benefit of them pretending to be people from the Gate of Reality?"

"It may be a coincidence." Xiong Mengnan said in a deep voice: "The person who snatched this information may not want to make it public."

"They gave me this information for free, isn't it for... no, no, wait a minute, wait a minute." The angry man raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "I need to think about it—"

As he spoke, he rummaged through boxes and drawers to find something, and finally found what he wanted on the bookshelf behind Xiong Mengnan.

A bottle of vodka—the super-alcoholic kind.

"I'm going to be serious." The angry man said to Xiong Mengnan: "The premise is that you confirm that this thing is dangerous, are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Well, hopefully I can sort this out."

The angry man unscrewed the bottle cap, looked up and blew the entire bottle of vodka in one breath, as if pouring water, the strong smell of alcohol diffused out bitterly like the taste of alcohol, filling the entire office.

The angry man hiccupped, and the expression on his face quickly changed from red to green, then from green to black, and finally calmed down again, with only a little blood on his face, but his eyes became cold and severe.

"I hate drinking." He said this, without any frivolity and anger before: "So what is this? A black material that includes everyone?"

Xiong Mengnan lowered his head slightly to show respect, this is his real boss - although this kind of superhero-like transformation is true and shouldn't appear in the real world, it makes people look like a spiritual boss Split the same.

"Heh... a time bomb?" The drunk man flicked the documents in his hand: "Let me think about it, the Eastern European branch of the Gate of Truth? What are they doing with this thing? They hate that they didn't live long enough? Or do they want to subvert it?" The current order?"

"do not know."

"No, you know—it's someone who wants them dead."

The drunk man put down the documents, walked to the back of the desk with his hands behind his back, and opened the blinds to look at the scenery outside the window: "The other party handed over the initiative to us. An interesting opponent."

Xiong Mengnan nodded: "That's right."

"He is asking us to do multiple-choice questions. Whether we admit that the identity he said is true or not, we have to make a choice-believe, then it means that the door of truth will be suppressed by us, if we don't believe it, then the black The material will really spread from the door of truth, the difference is whether we have participated in it... I am now interested in this opponent, he may not be a qualified conspirator, but he must be a great strategist , just like the loving father back then."

Xiong Mengnan thought for a while: "The strategic level of a loving father is not very high."

"This is an analogy, a literary embellishment. Of course I know that his old man's strategic vision is average, but who do you want me to praise? To praise that idiot Nicholas Jevic? Or the great emperor sitting in the Kremlin now ? If we had changed our heavy industry foundation to the next door 70 years earlier and let that great leader lead it, the whole world should be singing the Internationale now! We have realized the Bolsheviks we dream of!"

Xiong Mengnan stopped talking, because his boss was about to start again.

Sure enough, in the next second, the man with a cold and stern face took out the red book from the desk drawer at the bottom of his box, and opened it to the first page: "Look clearly, this is the real far-reaching gaze, confirm who Who is our friend and who is our enemy is the primary question at the moment!"

Xiong Mengnan bowed his head as he was instructed, maintaining respect.

"Okay, you go, contact our boss, the uncrowned king of KSB, and tell him that I have made a major discovery." The drunk man packed up the document and handed it to him: "Don't hide it, tell him all the information, And make a promise that I will firmly support his decision, support the great emperor in the Kremlin, and anyone who opposes his will is my enemy."

After he finished speaking, he laughed himself, and the corners of his mouth were full of sarcasm: "Since you have chosen to do this job, you must honestly carry out this loyalty to the end, whether it is the original Cheka or the later Ministry of Internal Affairs, whether it is The KGB is still the KSB—loyal hounds get preferential treatment from their masters."

Xiong Mengnan put the materials in his handbag, and used a pair of handcuffs to confirm that it was locked on his wrist: "Any other arrangements?"

"Yes, but I'm not sure yet... Did Tupolev say anything?"

"No, I left immediately after delivering the materials."

"Hmph, then don't dare to say anything, otherwise you would have claimed credit for me." The drunk man thought for a while, then picked up the phone with his hand: "Pick up the intelligence department...it's me, check the Stalingrad Hotel for me The movement over there, the entry and exit of personnel and the flow of funds, within 24 hours, I will see a detailed report for the last month, and I will also transfer two field teams from the Katyusha Operations Department back to gather and stand by.”

After finishing speaking, he straightened his collar: "Okay, go get busy, I'll tell you if I think of anything."

Xiong Mengnan nodded and left, closing the office door.

Sitting on the large office chair, the drunk man flipped through the things on the table, and then turned on the computer, with an increasingly gloomy expression.