Chapter 65: The Pearl Is Covered in Dust but Its Brilliance Cannot Be Obscured (17)

After Shen Minghuan left, Han Aimin sat in the room for a long time with his eyes blank, as if his feelings for Shen Minghuan were so deep that he couldn't stand the separation.

"Brother?" Han Aiguo called him carefully.

Han Aimin stood up unsteadily, and walked into the room of the liaison headquarters like a zombie, and took out the communication tools.

He said weakly: "Report to the commander, I will repeat to you all the conversations between Shen and me."

The spy originally needed to further refine the information he received and convey it to the headquarters as concisely and effectively as possible. However, because this matter was too important, and Admiral Rice no longer believed in the work ability of this group of subordinates, the headquarters set up a special team.

Mr. Errol was also a member of this team. In addition, it also included various talents such as psychologists and linguists, so diverse that they could open a school.

Han Aimin conveyed every detail back, and they would be responsible for the analysis.

"Sir, at present, Shen is a typical Chinese who is hypocritical, stupid, greedy, and cowardly. As long as we give him enough, he can betray his motherland." The psychologist analyzed confidently.

The linguist agreed: "Mr. Obvious, you are right, but Shen mentioned words like family and care several times. I think this is also a point that he values ​​very much. Admiral Rice, we can completely coax him with words and weave a dream for him with words. I guarantee that he will regard the United States as his motherland."

Han Aimin, who was listening on the other end, doubted this. Does Shen Minghuan really have the concept of "motherland" in his eyes? His motherland seems to be used only for betrayal.

"Han, you investigate Shen's identity." Admiral Rice ordered: "You can give him some benefits first, and it's best to develop him into one of our people."

"Sir, I understand." Han Aimin wanted to cry but had no tears: "But damn, this greedy Chinese wants a road!"

Admiral Rice was silent for a moment: "...How much money, how long will it take to repair it?"

Nowadays, the so-called road construction is not so troublesome, just lay gravel on the dirt road, and then flatten it to make the road flat, straight and wide. If there is still surplus, lay another layer of cement, it will be a good project.

Han Aimin reported a number, "Now that the busy farming season is over, many farmers go to the city to find temporary jobs. As long as the funds are in place, I can repair the road in seven days at most."

This money seems to be a large number to the villagers of Mutian Village, but it is nothing to Admiral Rice. As long as he can bring Professor Frost back, this small price is not worth mentioning.

"You go and apply, and I will approve the money for you." Admiral Rice said happily.

"Yes, sir!" Han Aimin jumped for joy.

Apply for more funds, keep them for precaution, and take a little more to make up for your injured heart, isn't it too much?

After hanging up the call, Admiral Rice always felt that something was wrong.

He asked Errol: "M country didn't find any information about Frost, could he be Chinese?"

"Oh no, Admiral, why do you have such an idea?" Errol said exaggeratedly: "You underestimate Mr. Frost. I can guarantee that his talent is better than anyone in the world. Look at the current technological level of China..."

He said sarcastically: "It's simply useless. Let alone Mr. Frost, even if I were here, it wouldn't be just this level."

A scholar pushed his glasses: "Admiral Rice, your worry is unnecessary. No country would be willing to use such talents as bait. It can only be that Professor Frost cares about the country. Admiral, please do your best to save him."

People will only envy those who are a little better than themselves. Once the gap widens to a point where they can't catch up, they will only follow and worship. Who doesn't want to climb a higher peak of technology? Shen Minghuan's small research conclusion gave them a way forward.

Admiral Rice also felt that he was overthinking. China was eager to recruit talents. If it was not really short of people, why would it negotiate with them every other day and try so hard to get Pei Shu and others to return home?

Ah, China is so poor and backward. It seems that Mr. Frost really didn't help at all.

After five years of imprisonment and torture, such a firm patriotic enthusiasm is really touching.

"Adjutant, organize the information collected so far and follow me to see His Excellency the President." Admiral Rice said in a deep voice.

*

Shen Minghuan returned to the Yun family with a huge sum of money. It was dusk and a full moon was looming in the sky, but the afterglow of the sunset had not yet dissipated.

Half of it was the setting sun, which was as bright and hot as a burning fire, and the other half was the bright moon, which was as clear and soft as water. Shen Minghuan was bathed in two halos at the same time, which made him look more like a fairy.

The Yun family rarely had such a lively moment. All twelve students from Mutian Primary School were blocking the door because there was not enough room in the house.

The united students believed that happiness and hardship should be shared. Even Yun Gou'er, the owner of the family, could only be dragged by the crowd and wait outside the door, listening to the chattering and noisy in his ears.

Yun Gou'er never missed the days when Song Youcai was the only friend around him.

Please continue to isolate him, thank you.

The tortured Yun Gou'er saw Shen Minghuan and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Teacher!"

Eleven pairs of eyes suddenly lit up with strange lights, and turned to Shen Minghuan's direction: "Teacher!", "Teacher teacher teacher!", "Hello teacher!"

It's so noisy.

Yun Gou'er's painful mask, I'm sorry, teacher, I shouldn't have shouted so loudly, and let you be targeted by them.

Shen Minghuan raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing here? Have you finished your homework?"

"Teacher, we are here to send you a letter." The students only answered the first question.

Shen Minghuan looked at them with a smile, but didn't care. Anyway, he would check it tomorrow morning. If it didn't work, he would settle the score then, "Where is the letter?"

"Is Teacher Shen back?" The village chief pushed open the door of the Yun family and came out, "I was wondering why it wasn't so noisy outside, Teacher Shen, I'm here to send you a letter."

"Oh? You sent me a letter." Shen Minghuan smiled and glanced at the students again.

The well-behaved Zhou Xiaoya stepped forward: "Teacher Shen, I... I have finished my homework."

"What? Xiaoya, you traitor, didn't you say you didn't write a single word?" The students covered their chests and scolded her.

"Sister, you're too much." Zhou Dazhuang said, and then he straightened his chest: "Hey, teacher, I've finished it too."

Zhao Jun was furious: "I knew you couldn't believe it, fortunately I didn't believe you at the beginning."

Shen Minghuan looked at them playing thoughtfully: "Have you finished it?"

The students all raised their heads proudly and said "hmm" heavily.

"Oh, it seems that there are still too few assignments, and the homework is not saturated enough." Shen Minghuan muttered to himself.

Students: "..."

The village chief looked at the scene in front of him with a smile. He knew the changes in the children best. Not only could they mutter a bunch of words that they, the old guys, couldn't understand but felt very advanced, but they were also more obedient and sensible and didn't get into trouble.

These thorny children, who were at the age when people hated them, were as obedient as a group of rabbits under Shen Minghuan.

The village chief wiped his hands with the hem of his clothes, and then took out three letters from his small bag: "Teacher Shen, these are all yours."

Shen Minghuan took it, thanked him, and then unfolded it carelessly.

As expected, only the Jiang Li family would write to the original owner.

The three letters Shen Minghuan received were from his teacher Jiang Li, his elder brother Jiang Yiwen, and his teacher's wife Feng Dinglan.

The three people's personalities can be seen from the letters. Ms. Feng Dinglan is a very common gentle and loving mother. Between the lines, she expressed her concern for Shen Minghuan, asking him to take good care of himself and hoping that he would return to Kyoto as soon as possible.

Jiang Yiwen is a tough soldier who can't say sticky words. The way he expressed his concern was to send a large sum of money with the letter so that Shen Ming would not have to save money on the way back.

Jiang Li still maintained the dignity of a teacher. He first affirmed his willingness to come to Mutian Village in the letter, and expressed his expectations for him, hoping that he could be tempered and correct his mentality during this period.

At the end, he said that his birthday was coming soon, hinting that he should go back in a roundabout way.

Mutian's conditions are far inferior to Kyoto. Shen Minghuan has been spoiled since childhood. The three of them naturally believed that this person would set off immediately after receiving the letter.

Shen Minghuan laughed.

Feng Dinglan was also a teacher before she retired. She was always strict with her students, including her own son Jiang Yiwen, but she would only speak softly to "Shen Minghuan".

Jiang Yiwen, needless to say, the soldiers under his command complained all day long, and he himself couldn't stand the skinny teenagers who couldn't even lift a bucket of water. "Shen Minghuan" was the only exception.

If the original owner was a magician who could bewitch people, then no one in this family would be spared, and Jiang Li could barely be called normal.

Jiang Li had many students, and he treated them all equally. He didn't treat "Shen Minghuan" specially, but after all, he was a child he had watched grow up since childhood. In terms of affection, this person would be closer to him than his other students.

Putting aside those complicated thoughts that tortured himself, the original owner was actually a very happy child. He had parents who loved him before, and later when his parents were gone, someone else loved him on their behalf.

But perhaps it was because the original owner never lacked people who loved him that he couldn't tolerate his mediocrity.

Shen Minghuan read very quickly. After he finished reading, he folded the three letters together.

The students blinked: "Teacher, is this a letter from your family? What does it say?"

"It's impolite." The village chief interrupted them seriously: "You can't ask Teacher Shen about private matters."

"Village chief, it's okay." Shen Minghuan said cheerfully, "They are also family members. This is a letter from my teacher."

"Teacher's teacher?" The students were very curious.

Shen Minghuan put away the folded letter and said "um" casually: "They asked me to go back."