Zombies don't need to rest

Pei Bin nodded: "Not anymore."

Jiang Yang sighed and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Have you given that audio to others?"

Pei Bin was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I was seriously affected by that thing before. My friend asked for a copy and said that it would help me find the cause and see if it can be cured."

Looking at the silent Jiang Yang, Pei Bin whispered, "Is there any problem?"

Jiang Yang shook his head: "Your friend is probably also affected, and he is involved in some bad things now."

Hearing this, Pei Bin immediately became nervous.

As an old friend for many years, he is very concerned about Hong Yanhong's recent status.

Especially for a long time recently, the two of them hadn't had much contact. Now that they heard Jiang Yang say this, they subconsciously thought that something happened to him.

The bell on the wall rang to remind everyone that it was time to rest. Pei Bin immediately walked over and asked softly, "Brother Yang, what's wrong with him?"

Jiang Yang raised his head and looked at the black sun in the sky and said: "Because of that audio, he thought he had mastered some incredible secret, so now he is planning to go to the moon desperately, and even wants to snatch the Federation's space shuttle."

Pei Bin was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses: "No way, he is not such a person. Brother Yang, do you think he was tricked into being a gunman by someone?"

Jiang Yang looked at the messages on the phone: "There is a part of this factor, but the essential problem is that he was also affected by that voice, and now he is the one who is in the early stage. If someone traces it down, he will probably take the blame. "

Looking at the flustered Pei Bin, Jiang Yang patted him on the shoulder and said, "But don't worry, it's not necessarily a bad thing, maybe if you let him get his wish, he will understand what's wrong with him."

He didn't say any more, after all, when it comes to topics like monarch-level zombies, it's better to talk less about it.

The general secretary can't hear the word monarchy.

However, he also believed that Luo Jincheng had already received that signal, otherwise it would be impossible for this moon landing plan to bring zombies up.

Pei Bin returned to his work station worriedly, during which time he sent a message to Hong Yanhong on his mobile phone, but did not receive a reply.

In this way, he didn't receive the message from Hong Yanhong until after work at night.

"I'm fine, but what's going on with you, what does that Jiang Yang say?"

Seeing the above content, Pei Bin replied according to Jiang Yang's previous instructions: "I think he seems to have that meaning."

In Base City No. [-], Hong Yanhong's eyes lit up as he was walking home from get off work, and he quickly typed back: "Is he really planning to organize a strike?"

Pei Bin glanced at Jiang Yang next to him, and replied silently: "I don't know too well, but he looks like he's not very good at chatting with him. You also know that he is here with us and often communicates with the mayor. .”

Hong Yanhong lowered his head and thought for a while before replying again: "I see, thank you."

Pei Bin put away his phone after replying with an emoji as usual, turned to look at Jiang Yang and said, "He asked me about the strike."

Jiang Yang nodded: "Well, the time should be about the same. If he can get this done, there will be people who will support his plan at that time. It's okay. Although it's a money-losing business, it won't be fooled by others. It's too miserable."

Pei Bin couldn't understand what he was talking about, but in fact, if he could see Hong Yanhong now, he would find that everything was exactly in line with Jiang Yang's guess.

In a coffee shop in Base City No. [-], Hong Yanhong looked at the man across from him and said, "You need to arrange for someone with sufficient status to talk to him over there. It is impossible for the words of the two youngsters to move him."

The man nodded: "I will. We have already made arrangements for you. Just because Cai Wuen died, there is still one place left in the No. 11 base city's nine places. You will use this place to go up then."

The two stood up and shook hands, each with a smile that only they understood.

Hong Yanhong went home to prepare the things needed to go to the moon, while the man went to a hidden room and made a call; "The other party has intentions, and we need to arrange someone who can manage the matter to communicate the details."

The other side simply answered: "I know, you can come back when the matter is over, tell the zombie who contacted you, the Federation's launch plan is August [-]th, I will issue a wanted notice to him one day in advance, and let him not follow The arresters clashed, and there was no need for a trial to send him directly to the plane."

"understand!"

The man hung up the phone, and heaved a sigh of relief looking at the gray air outside the window.

Great, I can finally transfer back to work. The air in Base [-] City is simply terrible. No matter how good the breathing purifier is, it still doesn't smell as good as fresh air.

As for who the city will arrange to contact Jiang Yang, that's not something he needs to worry about. His only mission here is to contact Hong Yanhong. Everything is going well now, and he is only waiting for the NO.11 base city. Just good news.

Turning around and disappearing into the crowd, at the same time, he was also looking forward to good news as soon as possible.

On the second night, Jiang Yang, who had just walked out of the factory gate, was stopped by someone. A man in formal suit standing beside the black car asked politely, "Is this Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Yang nodded: "That's right."

The man opened the rear door: "I wonder if I can buy you a cup of coffee?"

Seeing the unconcealable arrogance on that guy, Jiang Yang raised his eyebrows, and it turned out that he was from the No. [-] base city.

This smell of fresh out of the castle is so right.

It's not like Zhong Lanyin and the Lu family brothers are like the victims of the disaster.

Smiling and reminded: "People in the NO.11 base city generally like to drink, because we produce food here, but we don't grow coffee."

The man curled his lips unrecognizably and said with a smile: "Then invite you to drink, what do you think?"

Jiang Yang shrugged his shoulders: "I don't care."

The car walked through the streets and alleys all the way to a high-end club in the second block.

The waiter at the door was stunned when he saw Jiang Yang, wondering why zombies would come to such a place to spend a lot of money to drink.

But when he saw the watch of the man in the formal suit, he immediately bent down and led the two of them in.

In the clean and elegant box, the two sat facing each other, and a woman next to her was warming the wine, bowed and left after the man waved her hand.

"I don't know if Mr. Jiang likes it or not."

The man still looked polite, while Jiang Yang shook his head: "I don't like the taste of sake very much, nor the soil where it was born, and my taste system has not been repaired, drinking is no different from drinking water .”

Seeing the disdainful look of the guy on the other side but he didn't dare to show it because he had something to ask for, Jiang Yang suppressed a smile and asked, "What's your name?"

The man said: "My surname is Guo, Guo Yu."

The surname Guo is right, Jiang Yang nodded, he is looking for you.

After the two shook hands, Guo Yu immediately wiped his hands with the towel beside the table, and then threw the towel into the trash can in disgust.

Jiang Yang watched him silently, and waited for him to complete the set of movements before asking: "Mr. Guo came from a long way, what's the matter?"

Guo Yu hated a zombie sitting opposite him and speaking in such a tone, but thinking of his mission, he said directly: "Someone has already told Mr. Jiang the purpose of my visit, right?"

Jiang Yang nodded: "That's true, but Mr. Guo, I can't help in such a big matter, can I?"

Guo Yu suppressed the disgust in his heart and said: "Whatever Mr. Jiang wants, just ask."

Looking at his expression of asking for a price, Jiang Yang narrowed his eyes and said, "I heard that there is an unusual corpse on the square in the center of the third base."

Guo Yu raised his head: "Why, Mr. Jiang, do you want to go and have a look?"

It was the corpse of the Zombie Lord, and he really wanted to see Jiang Yang kneeling on the square unable to bear the pressure.

At that time, I don't know if he can still talk to himself like this.

Facing his arrogance, Jiang Yang didn't do anything special, but said calmly: "I don't have any hobbies, but I usually like to collect some things. I don't know if Mr. Guo can give that corpse to me. I?"

Guo Yu couldn't help laughing, and silently put a self-righteous label on Jiang Yang in his heart, and then said contemptuously: "Mr. Jiang, with all due respect, your collection room may not be able to accommodate that collection .”

Jiang Yang grinned: "But I like that thing very much, otherwise, you go to that corpse and get a bone for me, and our deal will be concluded."

It turned out that he didn't have the guts to look directly at the zombie monarch, and wanted something to pretend to be.

Guo Yu felt that he had seen through Jiang Yang, and said softly, "The one on the square cannot be moved, but if Mr. Jiang is willing, I can help you find yours in the collection room of Base City No. [-]." Pieces of the Monarch."

Sure enough, as he expected, Jiang Yang breathed a sigh of relief first and then said happily: "That's great, I heard that the monarch's skull was shattered when he died, how about you give me those black fragments that fell? "

Guo Yu made no secret of his contempt: "Don't worry, Mr. Jiang, if we can kill one, we can naturally kill the second one. That thing is useless to us. The skull of the zombie king, right? I'll find someone tomorrow." I just hope that Mr. Jiang can keep his word."

Jiang Yang smiled and agreed: "Don't worry, the zombie factory in No.11 base city will stop soon."

49 Here, no wind

Dong Quanyun, who was temporarily watching the shop for Feng Wenbin, looked at Jiang Yang, who had been humming since he came back from the second block at night, and asked curiously, "Brother Yang, what's so happy about it?"

Jiang Yang whistled: "I met a [-] who gave me a big gift for free, do you think I'm not happy?"

Looking at Dong Quanyun who didn't understand very well, Jiang Yang patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, you don't need to get involved in some things, how is Xiao Jia? Luo Jincheng is going to send people to the moon, and the third brother and the others won't send a few too." Go up alone?"

Dong Quanyun shook his head: "So far, I haven't found that they have such a plan. I will keep an eye on it, and even if their people go up, it will not affect our observation. On the contrary, we can just use their presence to adjust the angle of the space station."

Jiang Yang nodded: "That's good. By the way, someone intercepted the signal we received earlier from the European Space Agency."

Dong Quanyun raised his eyebrows: "That technique is quite good, our people?"

Jiang Yang shook his head: "That friend of Pei Bin's, from Base City No. [-], that guy is preparing to go to the moon to contact him now."

"puff!"

Dong Quanyun took a mouthful of coolant, coughed a few times and said, "He still wants to communicate with that thing? Doesn't he know that the signal sent back by that thing in the past 200 years has always been that one? We even have the other party alive now." I don’t know if it’s dead or not, maybe it’s a space speaker, how can he contact it?”

Jiang Yang shrugged his shoulders; "That's why people can't be too idle. If they are idle for a long time, their eggs will hurt, so they want to go to the toilet to practice pole vaulting, jumping high and sucking shit."

Dong Quanyun looked at him: "Aren't you going to persuade him?"

Jiang Yang drank the red liquid and said: "It's hard to persuade the damn ghost, if he wants to see what that thing is, let him have a look. Anyway, even if he can really see it, he will find that it is the same as He wasn't thinking the same thing."

Seeing that there was no one around, Dong Quanyun lowered his voice and asked in a low voice: "Brother Yang, can you tell me secretly, is there any monarch level in this world?"

Jiang Yang squinted his eyes and looked at him: "Why, are you curious too?"

Dong Quanyun nodded, but Jiang Yang just chuckled: "But you have to know, too much curiosity can sometimes kill you."

He patted Dong Quanyun's shoulder lightly and said: "Don't think about it so much, some things are in the past, since you are willing to believe me, then don't think about these messy things again."

The zombies in the hall cheered, and today's mech fighting competition started again.

Jiang Yang got up with the cup in his hand, looked at Dong Quanyun who was lost in thought, and whispered in his ear: "Is it important whether there is a monarch?"

Dong Quanyun was stunned by this question, while Jiang Yang sat on the sofa in the middle of the hall and began to watch the game with other zombies.

Seeing him clamoring to bet with other zombies, Dong Quanyun whispered, "Isn't it important? So what's important?"

He suddenly thought of what Jiang Yang said when he first received that signal a hundred years ago:

"I don't know if this is good news, but I want to remind everyone that starting today, we need to study hard."

Jiang Yang never explained what the message meant, but many zombies in the tavern believed that the voice might have something to do with the monarch-level zombies.

And when they asked Jiang Yang, the answer was always only one sentence.

"Want to know? Then go and see for yourself!"

Jiang Yang said: "In the past, time was our enemy, and we used it less, so we were busy going to school, busy working, busy getting married and having children, and busy becoming an unreasonable old man, but now time has become If you are our friend, don’t you all want to see this vast and boundless world?”

It was also from that day that Jiang Yang spared no effort to send all the zombies who came and went to Wufeng Tavern to various universities in the Federation according to their respective interests.

In 100 years, people like Dong Quanyun have received twelve doctorates.

Sun Hai, who was a doctor "before his death", has already obtained thirteen.

But Jiang Yang still didn't let them stop, but went further and began to integrate all the zombies who were willing to continue learning, grouping them according to different professional categories.

Up to now, the thirteen disciplines of Windless Tavern are complete.

And every major can find at least one zombie with more than five doctorates.

Dong Quanyun can say with certainty that there are two groups with the highest academic qualifications in the entire Pan-Asian Federation.

One is the Federal Supreme Academy of Sciences led by Luo Jincheng himself.

The other is the Windless Tavern.

But the problem is that, because the new humans despise the zombies more or less, not many people know the situation of the Windless Tavern.

Dong Quanyun remembered that his second teacher once said: "You are the best student I have ever taught, and even I am not as good as you in some aspects. If possible, I hope you can come as a professor."

At that time, the new humans had experienced wars, so they had a good attitude towards the awakened zombies, but it was inconvenient to get too close to them due to the attitude of Base City No. [-].

He remembered the old professor gritted his teeth and shook his head and said: "But you have to know your identity, you are a zombie, although I can recommend you, the dean can also grant you a degree and diploma, but the education department does not Your name will be recorded, you can't even attend the graduation ceremony of the school, I know you are disappointed, but sorry, I am only a professor and not an official."

At that time, Dong Quanyun was also angry, but Jiang Yang told him: "This is just the beginning, you have to learn to adapt to the changes in people's attitudes. But you must remember, no matter at any time, don't stop learning, otherwise you will die. It has really become a tireless production tool, and then it is really impossible to stand up."

What happened afterwards really verified Jiang Yang's statement.

After the generation of new humans who fought with them passed away, the attitude of the new humans towards zombies became worse and worse.

By the time Dong Quanyun was studying at the Federal Polytechnic University for the ninth time, no one even wanted to review his thesis.

Although in the end there were still a few highly respected and academically obsessed old professors who read his article with reverent eyes.

But those few people could only contact Dong Quanyun privately, sent him a degree certificate with only a signature but no seal, and left in a hurry.

After that, his thesis only needs to be submitted online.