[Group Wearing Song Dynasty] The Glory of the Sky

The woman sitting in the crowd raised her head and caught a glimpse of the white deer.

She greeted with a smile, without any shyness in her expression.

Bailu didn't know what to say for a while, so he waved his hand unnaturally, and sat down on the other side with his subordinates.

As a technical shareholder and investor, Yunqi has contributed a large sum of money.

According to secular principles, it is best for women not to show their faces frequently.

But in order to survive, there are many women from the middle and lower classes who come out to work and earn money. There are even some female workers in the industrial areas who are thinking of ways to make a living.

What Yunqi brought to Song Guo was a whole book on management foundation written by himself, as well as a clear introduction to the company system.

Zhao Gou didn't care about these things before, but wars require money and shopping requires money, and he has to find ways to get money to circulate in the market. How to manage all kinds of messy banknotes is another problem.

Although Yun Qi, as a girl, can't get into the business department, at least finding a position in the company is something everyone expects——

No Song person wants to lose face in front of Linguo people, like a second idiot who doesn't understand anything, so naturally they hope that someone who knows how to do it can point them out.

But it was only when Yun Qi spoke to explain various details that they realized that this woman was not only knowledgeable, but also very knowledgeable.

Originally, the Song State government-business joint venture was only to undertake various businesses related to the industrial zone, but under the management and management of Yunqi, the capital transactions of tens of thousands of people are clear, and the accounts of different levels are also clear—— —

Where did the female shopkeeper come from, she was so smart!

What is even more surprising is the assets she owns.

These other people made money in business, after all, they bought fields and bought luxury goods to improve their lives.

But this Yun Qi turned all the money she earned into a chicken that lays eggs every day, took out the money and invested it in, and sometimes bought and sold foreign exchange to earn the difference, which attracted a group of people to follow her every day to learn how to Play with these means.

I'm afraid it's a bit dangerous to hand over a chicken coop to a weasel.

After this meeting, Bai Lu was tense, afraid of any omissions.

If the Song people didn't have much experience, he could relax a little bit.

But sitting opposite was Yun Qi, who was really professional and had solid experience.

He himself is not a practitioner in this industry, and he came here today only for supervision and inspection.

Ke Yunqi——Why is she here?

Wasn't she taken away by the Jin people?

After the meeting was over, the woman Shi Shiran got up and was about to leave, but was called by Bai Lu, and the others showed ambiguous eyes immediately.

——Who doesn't know that Miss Yun is very smart and wise, and she is quite good at handling money. The dowry alone is so rich that she can buy a house full of gold and silverware. Could it be that Master Bai has taken a fancy to her?

"What's the matter?" Yun Qi paused, raised his eyes and said, "I have already explained everything about the work very clearly."

"Yes—but," Bai Lu took a step forward, frowned, "Why don't you go back to Jiangyin, and stay in this kind of place?"

He hadn't spoken to her for several years, and now he came up to her directly, without any greetings or greetings, it was already cold and uncomfortable.

"I can't go back." Yun Qi said lightly: "Staying in that place will only make people feel sick."

"Because of who?" Bailu was at a loss, but subconsciously said: "After Mayor Long died, although a new official was replaced, there has been no trouble these years."

"What did you say?!" Yun Qi froze for a moment, and suddenly there was some hoarse airflow in his voice: "Say it again?"

"The official who was replaced was originally involved in politics—"

"Long Hui - is he dead?"

Bailu looked at her pale face and nodded with some doubts: "It happened two years ago."

Long Hui——Long Hui, he actually died two years ago?

Yun Qi stared fixedly at Bai Lu for a few seconds, only smiled miserably, stopped talking to him, and walked out of the room quickly.

In the empty corridor outside the meeting room, there was a woman's uncontrollable sobs.

When Long Mu came back, the lights in the laboratory were still on.

A half-eaten bowl of instant noodles was placed beside him, and the young man was sleeping soundly on the table.

He looked at Qingyu's sleeping state for a while, and casually threw away the bowl of instant noodles that was still warm.

When Qingyu woke up, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

"—Hey?!" As soon as he raised his head, he heard the familiar keyboard sound, and it was indeed Long Mu sitting beside him, not too far away.

"I—you—wait." Qingyu took out the pendant from his bosom, and carefully checked that everything was intact before returning it to him: "The password is written in atoms."

"What did you write?" Long Mu casually put the necklace in his pocket, and didn't intend to put it on. After all, he just got used to wearing it and didn't think about taking it off.

"I don't know, I just know there's something in it..." Qingyu said sullenly, "How can I cut this diamond... and cut such a thin place."

"...Why do you want to cut it?" Long Mu was stunned for a moment.

"Because, you need to use an electron microscope." Qingyu was also stunned: "Isn't it the same as a microscope, does it need a glass slide or something? Cut a small piece and zoom in to see it?"

"Because the electron microscope can transmit."

The other party was at a loss, not knowing what he was talking about.

It was only at this time that Long Mu realized that Qingyu's major is not material analysis at all, and he doesn't know anything about it.

So how the hell did he learn to use a spectrometer...

"An electron microscope doesn't need to section - let me see."

He saved the files in the computer, took him to open the electron microscope with ease, and then located layer by layer to find the location of the password layer. After recording, he ran a program in the computer to crack all the files systematically, and then turned the computer In the lock laboratory, I drove the sapphire back home, and entered the password to open the combination lock of the study. The whole process only took three to ten minutes.

Standing in front of the study that finally opened the door, Qingyu had a little bit of doubt about life.

What has he been messing with all afternoon today?

Long Mu is not unable to do many things, but he does not want to do them.

He turned on the light in the study room, picked out the books signed by Chu Mi, and motioned him to read them at will, and then began to grope for the mechanism of the secret door.

Turn the desk lamp on the desk 45 degrees to the left, and then turn it to the right for one and a half weeks, and the secret door on the wall will automatically open.

"You—do you know how to open this?" Qingyu said at a loss the whole time: "You knew there was a secret door before?!"

"No... the lock was opened by listening to the sound of gears under the desk," Qingyu clapped her hands, and entered the same password again to open the secret door.

The lights leading to the basement came on one by one.

The deep and endless stairs keep spreading down, and no one knows what kind of world is below.

Zhao Qingyu took a deep breath and grabbed Long Mu's hand: "Let's go."

"...Why are you holding me?"

"...I'm afraid of the dark."