"The brilliance of the utopia?"
Yegor sighed softly, and his expression became strange.
It was just as Russell said.
Even more than 70 years after the fall of the Kingdom of Heaven, this world was still built on the foundation laid by the utopia. The three major blockades were still properly maintained, and the plans left behind were also carried out slowly and methodically under the implementation of the Union Administration and the Continuation Court.
No matter how arrogant a person was, they could not deny that this was the most dazzling essence of the Astronomical Society. It was a romantic soul that was close to a miracle in this cruel world.
No matter how long time had passed and how many changes had occurred, the utopia's imprint still existed in the bones of this world.
But what did Russell want to express at this moment? Was it a "brilliance" or a "shadow"?
If this was used as a response, this huge gift would definitely make many people laugh until they couldn't close their legs.
But why did it feel like... something was wrong?
It was a toothache.
Just like a popular joke on the Dongxia Internet, there was an engineer buried in an oiled paper bag in the Roman sewers. When the sewers were blocked, the engineer would dig out the oiled paper bag and let him go down to pass a few times.
It was obvious that the spirit of the craftsmen was terrifying. Dongxia was not good enough.
After all, who would have thought that the previous team would only produce a pair of 4s, and Russell's side would immediately explode?
This was not the way to play this card!
Do you know the rules?
But no one could refuse this generous gift that exceeded their expectations.
Similarly, they could not ignore the hidden warning behind it.
This was a thick haze under the brilliance.
For those guys who held the threat of Celestial genealogy not long ago and chattered endlessly at the meeting, this was a fierce and swift slap in the face.
It was just short of directly slapping their faces back and forth in front of the world's live broadcast cameras.
It's been more than seventy years. What else have you guys been doing other than running around in circles and having meetings all the time? Do you really think everyone is thinking about the eggs in your basket?
Why do you think this is the utopia?
What the Union Administration doesn't dare to do, the utopia will do. What the Union Administration doesn't dare to do, the utopia will do. What the Union Administration doesn't dare to do, the utopia will do! What the Union Administration doesn't dare to raise, the utopia will raise five to six tanks of fish!
This is Utopia. Is it clear enough?
However, even after being slapped by Russell until his face was swollen, he still had to squeeze out a smile and praise, "Well done, thank you Daddy, Daddy is so generous, Daddy is so good!"
As for René? Who was it? His neck is so long, and he's not wearing a tie. He must be a slut who deliberately seduces you. Poke him with a pen … What are you waiting for? Apologize to Uncle Russell!
"You must have done it on purpose."
Yegor shook his head and sighed.
"Ah? What? "
Russell smiled innocently, as if he didn't understand what she was talking about.
Just drinking tea.
The corner of Yegor's eyes twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart, This old bastard!
Ever since Russell arrived in London more than a week ago, he had attracted a lot of attention and raised a lot of vigilance.
No one knew what this old man was doing in London at this critical juncture after tricking the Golden Dawn.
But who wasn't afraid?
But after being nervous for a long time, he didn't do anything.
After being here for so long, he just went around in circles every day, visiting relatives and friends, old friends in the decision-making room, old acquaintances on the elevated floor, representatives of the Continuation Institute, and representatives of the five major systems. Everyone sat together every day to drink tea, chat, play cards, and smoke cigars.
It was as if he was on vacation.
Other than that, he didn't do anything at all.
He just held a trump card and didn't act rashly, waiting silently.
He waited until the bureau needed him the most, then he stabbed René in the throat and directly created an opportunity to meet with the highest level of the bureau alone.
And this was Yegor who took the initiative to come to him …
Thinking of this, Yegor couldn't control his blood pressure.
That guy René was really pitiful. He was more pitiful than a screaming chicken and more pitiful than an unlucky bear. That old bastard was worried that he would not have a place to open his business. How did he end up running into Russell's muzzle?
In the end, this time, he directly cooperated with his students to cause a scene in London and Yingzhou.
He might even have to apologize later.
The decision-making room would have to applaud from the side.
Forget it, you'd better pray for yourself …
"To be honest, you're making me a little dizzy. Let me take a break."
Yegor raised his hand and rubbed between his eyebrows. He felt that the heat and energy brought by the espresso wasn't enough to consume his brain. After pondering for a long time, he let out a long breath and said straightforwardly, "This matter is too important. I can't give you any guarantees. I hope you won't scare …"
Pa!
A briefcase was placed on the table in front of him.
Yegor was stunned.
Russell raised his hand and motioned for him to open it.
After a brief silence, Yegor raised his hand and pressed the button. In an instant, the briefcase opened smoothly. The old documents and more than forty keys were directly displayed in front of Yegor.
F * ck!
Yegor was so scared that his heart almost stopped beating. He suddenly closed the briefcase and looked around.
Those who didn't know better would think that Russell was bribing him!
"Such an important thing, and you just put it in a crappy briefcase on the floor?" Yegor was speechless.
"What else? Are you going to set up a ranking for it? "
Russell waved his hand and said without any attachment, "Take it, it's yours. Whether it's real or fake, you can verify it yourselves. I hope you can use it properly."
Yegor didn't say a word. He took out his phone and used the fastest speed he'd ever done in his life to increase the security level of London to the highest level. He then summoned all the Type 5 Sublimators he could mobilize.
The remaining ten seconds were so long that it almost made him sweat.
He was afraid that a ruler would suddenly jump out and snatch the briefcase away in front of him.
It wasn't until dozens of blazing flames descended from the sky and a huge shadow appeared from the void, sealing the entire square and ensuring the situation. After the briefcase was taken away with the highest level of security, Yegor breathed a sigh of relief.
He leaned on the chair and shook his head tiredly.
"You've made a fool out of the bureau again, Russell."
"What do you mean by tricked?" Russell glanced at him with a teacup in his hand. "You have to thank me."
"…"
Yegor didn't want to say anything.
No one could deny that this was a contribution and gift that belonged to Celestial genealogy.
After all, before this, no one knew about the existence of the Hell Outpost. It was even a secret that belonged to the managers of the Book of Destiny in the Utopia …
If Russell didn't say anything, who would know?
Even if he didn't take it out, who could do anything to him?
However, the assets left behind by the Utopia were depleted every time they were used.
If it was done well, the existence of the Hell Outpost should be able to bring hundreds of times more benefits and advantages to Celestial genealogy. It wouldn't be like now, where Russell didn't ask for anything and directly gave it to them.
He knew that the Bureau would pinch their noses and nod no matter how exaggerated the conditions were.
"Thank you."
After a moment of silence, Yegor sincerely promised, "I'll try my best to give Celestial genealogy the compensation it deserves."
"Well, the Secretary-General's thanks sound much more comfortable than others." Russell nodded and praised without hesitation. "As for the compensation, I hope it's as much as possible. I won't stand on ceremony."
"Even now, I still can't believe it."
Yegor said, "This doesn't seem like your style."
According to Russell's style of maximizing all benefits and never taking any losses, he definitely wouldn't have played such an important card like the outpost system so easily.
If he could do it in secret and use it during the president election, he would definitely be a strong opponent.
It wouldn't be like now, where most of the credit was given to the Bureau.
"This means that people will always change, right?"
Russell replied indifferently, "They're not my private property, but the relics left behind by my predecessors. If I treat them with selfish desires, it would be a true betrayal.
Celestial genealogy's current strength isn't enough to use it, so it's fine to give it to the Bureau.
It's built with the power of the Present Realm, so it should belong to the Present Realm. As long as it can be guaranteed to operate, as long as it can be effective, it doesn't matter who uses it. "
He thought for a moment and smiled. "A few days ago, I learned a principle from my students — past achievements may be good, but the future is the most important thing."
"Yes, there's nothing better than the future."
Yegor sighed and ordered a glass of whiskey. "Then, let's toast to the future."
"Yes, the future."
The two raised their glasses and downed it in one gulp.
This meeting came to an end in such an unexpected way.
In the end, after the two decided on some details, all that was left was the busy preparation work and the drafting of further plans. Unknowingly, the workload seemed to have increased by another wave.
Yegor sighed in melancholy and waved to the waiter. "Bill, please."
"Ah, I'll do it."
Russell enthusiastically reached out and took the pen from his hand, but he couldn't pull it out.
He tried again, but found that Yegor's hand was like an iron clamp.
She clutched the pen tightly.
He wouldn't let go.
"…"
Russell looked up and saw Yegor's stunned expression. His small eyes were filled with great vigilance and shock — what are you trying to do?!
"Don't be impulsive, Russell." Yegor advised earnestly. "Let's talk things over."
"…"
In the silence, Russell helplessly let go of his hand. "Forget it, you do it."
It's only been a few days, and René's PTSD has already spread from person to person?
The people in the Bureau are more or less retarded …
.
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"Anyway, the rest of the plot is that during the meeting in the decision-making room, I, your teacher, smiled crookedly, shook my body, and exuded a domineering aura. Then, that group of old things kowtowed to me.
To be specific, it's very cool, very cool. Including the part where René bowed and apologized, I also got someone to record a high-definition video. You can learn from it when you come back. "
On the phone, Russell sighed faintly. "Young man, there's still a lack of maturity in acting cool. You still have to rely on the old man to make an appearance at critical moments."
Huai Shi only felt that this old bastard's face was full of sunshine. He interrupted him unhappily. "Let's talk things over, okay? So, the job you gave me is to join this activation plan and lead a team alone to reactivate an outpost? "
"Nominally, yes." Russell nodded. "And when the time comes, the Bureau will also focus on promoting you as the chief contributor and the main representative."
Huai Shi felt that something was not quite right. He couldn't help but frown slightly. "What about in reality?"
"In reality, of course, I don't care if they die."
Russell calmly replied while smoking his cigar. "No one really thinks that I'll do it for free, right? Our Celestial genealogy's tools … ahem, the pillars of our sect, when did they have the right to order us around for free?
This time, let them help you attract the firepower from hell. When we get out of here, we'll play on our own. "
He paused for a moment and said seriously, "There's a more important task for you to complete."
"I knew it."
Huai Shi sighed. Before he could complain about how evil this old bastard was, he heard the voice on the phone. "Also, I already have an idea about your advancement."
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