Chapter 1421 Telephone

Although it was war time, after the initial bustle and chaos, London seemed to have returned to normal operations.

High-speed, precise, and efficient, it is running again, whether it is the headquarters of the Astronomical Society or the shops on the street, or even the surrounding areas, shopping malls, residences, and even public areas.

People in a hurry walked through the overpasses and walkways, bustling with people.

Occasionally, you can see a sudden traffic control, and then a mysterious vehicle without a license plate speeds past.

We have become accustomed to it.

But this does not mean that life for the Administration has become easier.

On the contrary, as the war intensifies, the workload of cerebral hemorrhage continues to skyrocket. Everyone feels that their work is far away from ending...especially when you are targeted by a heartless old bastard. It's a long way off.

"Everyone is very busy with work recently."

In Yegor's office, Russell slowly brewed tea and sighed: "Did I come at the wrong time? Did I disturb you? It won't affect your work, right? Yegor, are you listening?" "

"Yeah yeah."

Yegor nodded without raising his eyes, and his pen was flying in his hand.

Just call him a bastard.

"Speaking of which, everyone seems to be a little impetuous recently."

Russell changed his position on the sofa and crossed his legs, not pretending to be an outsider at all: "The previous chaos caused by the Golden Dawn has not yet subsided, and the new current situation management draft has recently entered the stage of soliciting opinions.

Even the management act of the Ascendants needs to be revised again. Isn't it a bit too hasty? "

"Yes, yes." Yegor responded still casually.

"It really makes people anxious in their eyes and in their hearts."

Russell sighed earnestly: "You said, if some kind-hearted people come to help at this time, it would be a beautiful thing."

"Yes, yes...wait!"

Yegor paused for a moment, raised his eyes, and became alert: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"I just want to express my condolences."

Russell spread his hands helplessly, "Look, is there any troublesome work that requires help from your friendly brother Heavenly Genealogy?

We don't mind providing necessary support to the Bureau, um, when necessary, you know. "

As he said that, he showed a look that understood all the interests involved, and smiled like a considerate one: "You don't want things to get out of hand, right, Yegor?"

"No need!"

Yegor flatly refused: "This is an internal matter of the governing bureau."

Russell smiled, "It may involve issues throughout the territory, not just the domestic affairs of the bureau, right?"

"I'm sorry, I insist. We're still within range."

Yegor emphasized seriously: "This is non-negotiable, Russell, no matter what the conditions are. At the same time, I hope you won't go too deep.

You know, not everyone in the governing bureau is willing to tolerate and expect the Kingdom of Heaven genealogy like me - I don't want things to become more confusing at this juncture. "

For the first time in a long time, Yegor warned Russell so mercilessly.

But Russell didn't seem to care.

Just a pity.

"These words are really sad." Russell sighed: "It seems that my trip will be in vain?"

Yegor remained cold, "At least you found out my attitude, right? This is your original purpose, right?"

"Maybe so, maybe?"

Russell smiled slightly, stood up and said goodbye: "Just think that I have gained a lot. Goodbye, and thank you for the tea."

"No, and don't think I don't know that what you secretly cook every time is the can on the top of my cabinet."

Yegor couldn't wait to say goodbye.

But when I picked up the tea cup again, I felt a dull pain in my heart as usual.

But the sad part is that he has been beaten by the old bastard for too long, and he feels that he almost no longer feels heartache...

Only the distant whistling was heard in the corridor.

He sighed and put down the pen.

That guy...

"It seems that this time the attitude of the command bureau is much tougher than before?"

In the principal's office in the Tower of Ivory, Isaac, who was temporarily acting on his behalf, pushed up his glasses and looked at Russell's projection: "Although it's natural, it's still a little awkward."

"Of course, no one is happy with someone telling them what to do in their own home, right?" Russell smiled strangely, "Even if we were once as close as brothers."

What's more, everyone was close to each other back then, but the commanding bureau was still a stinky younger brother.

Who likes you guys, old and young, from the Utopia, riding on your neck and pointing fingers?

"When it comes to fundamentals, it's normal to be tough on this kind of matter. If Yegor is so generous that he doesn't even care about this, he is not worthy to be a representative of the Administration Bureau and compete for the positions of director and president of the Astronomical Society."

"It always feels like you are hiding something?"

"Hmm? Is there any?"

Russell revealed that ambiguous thing again: "I don't want to hide anything, but the command bureau is almost overwhelmed, right? Their internal differences..."

It is different from the Utopia, which is purely based on ideals and accepts all comers, and the Survival Institute, which aims at survival and does not consider anything else.

Among the institutions of the Astronomical Society, the governing bureau is the largest and can be regarded as the main body and backbone of the Astronomical Society.

Whether it is the plan of the Utopia or the work of the Survival Institute, most of the time, it must be completed through the departments and organizations of the governing bureau.

But at the same time, such a huge body has already determined that he cannot be monolithic at all.

Hundreds of thousands of positions, thousands of departments, hundreds of regional agencies, dozens of different important components... For newcomers to the Secretariat, it may take a long time just to sort out the complex structure of the bureau itself. It took several months.

Even without the War of Realms, the border faction and the sovereign faction had already fought so hard that their heads were bleeding, and their brains were wiped out. Nowadays, under the pressure and interference of the war, conflicts within the bureau have gradually expanded, and it is not uncommon for members of the central decision-making room to criticize each other.

The previous review of the genealogy of the Kingdom of Heaven and the questioning of Huai Shi were only the most insignificant manifestations of one of these contradictions.

Not to mention others.

After the erosion of the Golden Dawn, more hidden dangers were discovered and eradicated, but there were still a large number of problems left.

In various ways, everyone is already aware.

The time has come when something must change.

The interior had to be put back together.

Be bound by the same rules and guided by the same direction.

Whether it is the border faction or the sovereign faction, the agents of the five major lineages or representatives of groups and trade unions, the Stone Cauldron Society or the Ministry of Technology, or even the military represented by the four major legions, as well as the central decision-making room...

Rules, this is the foundation of the bureau - a set of rules that are effective all over the world, countless people who follow the rules, and people and rules that ultimately form the order.

People and people, organizations and organizations, cities and cities, and finally, countries and countries... When everything is included under the same order, the governing bureau itself can be formed.

This is the governing order.

Apart from this, nothing is important to the Administration, but at the same time, it also means that this must be ensured even at the expense of everything else.

Because only in this way can countless individuals be integrated into one and given the name of the present situation, demonstrating the significance and power of the governing bureau itself.

[Order] will never be allowed to waver.

This is what Russell really cares about.

After all, no one knows whether the future governing bureau can maintain its current position and tolerate the development and rise of the Kingdom of Heaven lineage after the integration is completed.

at the same time……

"Here's the problem."

Russell dragged his chin and his expression gradually became sarcastic, "Isn't order like this too convenient?"

It's too rich, too complex, and at the same time, too ambiguous.

There are so many orders, each one seems to be effective, each one seems to have great future.

But at the end of the day, which one should everyone use?

He sneered contemptuously, "I'm afraid they won't stop until their heads are bleeding, right?"

"Are you worried about the Authority?" Isaac understood.

"Why should I worry?"

Russell asked back, "You know, it is the command bureau after all. Besides, I mean..."

He paused and smiled, as if mockingly: "That's the command bureau."

Isaac was silent.

It sounded like repeated nonsense, but the meaning that fell into his ears was completely different.

After all, it is the governing bureau.

No matter how unbearable and chaotic it is, Russell still believes that the Administration has the ability to handle things well.

But at the same time, he responded to this with unabashed ridicule - anyway, from a darker point of view, a bloated, paralyzed and useless administration is the best administration for the rising heavenly lineage.

Then why do I have to go to great lengths to blend it in?

It's like for the governing bureau, although they don't mind that the Heavenly Kingdom pedigree shines brightly, a half-dead Heavenly Kingdom pedigree is more pleasing to the eye.

We are all superficial brothers, fake smokers, fake drinkers, fake friends. We smile when we meet, but when we think about it behind the scenes, we still don’t know why our eyes are red.

Who doesn’t know who yet?

However, in the long silence, Isaac's intuition became more and more acute. He stared at Russell's calm expression as if nothing happened, and asked curiously:

"Then what exactly are you worried about?"

“Worry about the things to worry about.”

Russell flicked the cigar ashes into the ashtray, leaned back on his chair, and sighed: "I'm worried about another troublesome thing that might happen -"

After a brief pause, an idea flashed in Isaac's mind, and he suddenly felt the same way.

My heart tightened.

This is the belated realization...

"really."

He nodded, "Without delay."

The top priority now is not to govern the bureau, but to prevent oneself from getting involved in the bureau's troublesome affairs...

For example, Sophora pagoda poems, Sophora pagoda poems, and Sophora pagoda poems!

If your husky is not on a leash, something will happen!

"Speaking of which, the Second Abyss Campus reported half a month ago that the defense force was insufficient. I think Huaishi is very suitable for such a task. What do you think?"

Oops, you finally remembered?

Isaac was already rolling his eyes.

"First of all, the matter half a month ago has been solved with the help of Ms. Chen. Now Ms. Suncaster has officially taken up her position as the security guard of the second campus.

And, I personally believe that sending Mr. Huaishi will not solve any security problems. On the contrary, he will create more security problems, just like you. "

You know, the second campus is close to the territory of Thunder Sea, and it is still within the scope of the Frontier Observation Station. What if Huaishi gets a whim after going there and entangles a group of bold characters to dig out the Maharaja's ass? What should I do?

It's not a paradise. You have special killing tools, and you can still run away if you can't defeat them.

Even if the prey targeted by the king is hidden in the current environment, there will probably be a lot of dwarf kings who are not smart enough to launch the soul-washing crusade...

"Then you have to find something for him to do."

Russell spread his hands helplessly: "A good young man can't just be left alone in school, right?"

Tools will become useless if they are not used for a long time, and the same goes for tool makers.

If Huaishi gets used to salted fish and suddenly lies flat, wouldn't that mean he's a bad dish?

Such heartless words were normal for Russell, but they still made his subordinate's liver ache.

pain.

It hurts so much.

Is this an ideal country?

Isaac hesitated to speak, but soon, a slight vibration sounded from his pocket.

After taking out his cell phone to check the message, his expression changed slightly. When he raised his eyes to look at Russell, he saw the regretful look on the old bastard's face that seemed to have been expected.

"It's late?" Russell asked.

"Um."

Isaac nodded, hesitating: "Whether..."

"forget it."

Russell shook his head and asked: "Is it useful?"

There is one thing to say, indeed.

No matter how many ropes are tied, can it still be stopped?

If it can be stopped, it will no longer be an utopia.

Countless lessons have shown that the only lesson Huaishi learned from the accident where he did whatever he wanted was that Huaishi never learned a lesson.

As early as when he was still working as a police officer in the command bureau, this guy was already so bold that he ran away with his boss, okay?

"Don't worry, he knows it well. No matter how impulsive or random he is, he is still a member of the heavenly lineage and will not make it difficult for us.

Besides, think on the bright side——"

Russell spread his hands, "At least we don't have to worry about finding a job for him."

In this awkward and helpless silence, Isaac sighed silently.

We can already see the workload that will surge in the future.

Could it be that the majestic heavenly pedigree can no longer find a second sheep to gather?

When it happened, it was the evening of the second day after Huai Shi returned to the Ivory Tower for repairs.

During dinner.

When talking about the tear-jerking workload of the vice-principal, Huai Shi, who still has a little bit of conscience, just boasted that she would work hard to reduce the vice-principal's burden this year.

Then, I heard the phone vibrating.

And when he saw the unknown number flashing on the screen, a sudden premonition made his heart tense instantly.

If you want less hassle, don't answer the call.

Part of his instinct told him so.

Another part of his instinct made him subconsciously answer the call and put it to his ear.

"Hey, Huai Shi, who is this?"

In the silence, no one spoke.

Only the sound of weak breathing could be heard faintly.

There was silence.

Huai Shi's smile gradually disappeared.

Poker face.

It wasn't until the call was hung up on the other end that he put down the phone and calmly ate his share of dinner, chewing the last part slowly.

"Sorry, Lily, I won't be able to stay with you for the rest of the time."

He apologized to the visiting girl: "Something happened and I need to go out."

"Well, it's okay."

Lily, who had already noticed something was wrong, didn't ask any more questions. She just smiled and nodded: "There is nothing I can do about work. I will try my best to finish it before Mr. Huaishi comes back."

"Thank you."

Huai Shi rubbed her hair and took one last look at her. Turning around, he nodded to Uncle Fang, took the suitcase from the old man, and pushed out the door.

On the way, he had already called the student.

"Xiaoyuan? Use the school's information and my name to book a ticket for me. It's best tonight or tomorrow."

"Um?"

Yuan Yuan, who was still working overtime, was stunned for a moment, and instinctively picked up a pen, preparing to record: "Where are you going?"

"Yeah, where to go?"

Huai Shi on the other end of the phone seemed to be thinking too. She raised her head and looked at the darkening sky, and suddenly smiled: "I can go anywhere, whatever."

He said, "Just don't go to London."

Ah, it’s the end of the month. It’s the last day. Do you still have mua for the monthly tickets for Big Brothers Big Sisters?