Zombies don't need to rest

There will be a professor who concentrates on academics and does not care about politics to review, and then ask him a few questions, and finally mail a degree certificate with only a signature.

Dong Quanyun's last advanced study was three years ago, and he graduated in just two days, because he suddenly discovered that there is no new knowledge to learn in the current university of the Federation.

So he submitted his impromptu paper again through online channels.

A retired old dean of the Federal Institute of Technology came to the Windless Tavern in person to thank his article for helping him solve a problem that had plagued him for 20 years.

Then left a signed but not stamped degree certificate.

And a sentence: "Please don't apply for the exam anymore, no one at the Federal Institute of Technology can understand your article."

As his last doctorate with a high probability, Dong Quanyun asked the other party if he could stamp himself with a stamp to commemorate it.

The old professor bowed weeping in front of all the zombies in the Windless Tavern: "I'm sorry."

That day, Jiang Yang told the zombies that because of the geographic division and mandatory working hours that limited the scope of activities of the zombies, they didn't understand that not all the zombies have maintained their studies for a hundred years like the Windless Tavern.

Most zombies are like Pei Bin, who are tired after studying for more than 20 or [-] years, and no longer exhaust their brain cells to study those seemingly useless knowledge.

Or like Hong Yanhong, he has learned a lot of technical knowledge because of his interest, but it is not systematic at all.

So the new humans have a bad impression of zombies, but they can't be completely blamed on them. The zombies themselves do have many problems.

It was also on that day that Jiang Yang stood at the counter of the tavern and announced the subject grouping plan.

At the same time, there is also a project called "Hurricane".

The Federation has nothing to learn, so do it yourself.

Anyway, there are talents in various fields in the tavern. Everyone sat together to brainstorm and created 37 new majors outside the existing knowledge system of the Federation.

More than that, thirteen groups also started cross-learning at the same time.

Those who study physics should also study literature, and those who are engaged in economics should also understand chemistry. Anyway, everyone has enough time, so it is better for everyone to become all-rounders.

The cheers in the hall woke up Dong Quanyun who was thinking.

After a game ended, Jiang Yang lowered the volume of the TV and stood on the cabinet to look at the zombies present:

"I told you 100 years ago that we need to bury our heads and study hard for a period of time. Now 100 years have passed, and everyone has learned very well."

The zombies laughed and cheered, and Jiang Yang continued to say: "After 100 years of learning, the Federation has sent us to work in factories for more than 100 years. Mr. tool people, I am very happy to inform you that after more than 100 years of our unremitting efforts effort, the federal mineral stockpile has now been emptied."

Amidst the cheers, Jiang Yang raised his voice and said, "The next step is that the federation will inevitably undergo drastic changes, and there is a great probability that some people will be released from the zombie factory. As for mining or doing something else, I will Don't know, but I can say that the zombie labor era is becoming history, and we have a new era once again."

Dong Quanyun stood up and held up his cup: "Happy part-time job!"

The zombies toasted together, Jiang Yang waved his hand to signal everyone not to get excited, and then continued to say loudly: "Someone once asked me if so many people gathered in Wufeng Tavern wanted to rebel, and I told him no, Wufeng has always had only one goal!"

Feng Wenbin hasn't come back from the No. [-] Base City yet, so there are only zombies in the Windless Tavern today.

They stood quietly and listened to Jiang Yang's loud voice: "Let human civilization continue, and let us old guys who are immersed in the old era and unable to get out, find some homes in this strange new era." Feel, let us know, that you're alive!"

Jiang Yang looked at Dong Quanyun who was standing behind.

The monarch has no emotions, is divorced from society, and walks alone in the world.

And Jiang Yang has always firmly believed that people need to establish connections with other people.

Although there are many differences between these zombies that are not separated from human beings, they are the same as human beings in terms of emotional needs.

Monarch, is it the pinnacle of evolution or the cruelest punishment?

Shaking his head and not thinking too much, Jiang Yang raised his cup and shouted: "Let him be stormy."

The zombies collectively responded: "Let him start a prairie fire."

Jiang Yang and all the zombies shouted together: "Here, there is no wind!"

50 I'm alive

The next night, Jiang Yang received the black bone fragments sent by Guo Yu, but this guy was extremely disgusted with zombies, so he didn't send them in person, but directly found a young man and handed them to Jiang Yang.

The little guy threatened Jiang Yang with staring eyes: "My lord said, if you fail to complete the task within the specified time, don't think that he can't move you because you are in the NO.11 base city."

Jiang Yang nodded: "Oh"

One word choked the young man half to death, he gave Jiang Yang a vicious look, got in the car and left.

Smiling as he looked at the car and left, Jiang Yang shrugged his shoulders and said, "Young people nowadays are so angry."

Pei Bin, who was about to go back to the tavern for class after get off work, looked at the black bones and asked, "Brother Yang, what is this?"

Jiang Yang stroked his chin and replied, "I'm going to use the skull of a boring person to make a safe sign."

Pei Bin's curious gaze was immediately retracted, and he moved away a little disgusted: "It's made of human bones, can it really be called a Ping An card?"

"Why not?"

Jiang Yang picked up a piece and looked carefully at the street lamp. After noticing a crack on the bone, he smiled and said: "Worship the evil god to make evil money. It's okay if you want to go the right way, and you can't stop others from slaying your sword." Go slant, right?"

Pei Bin frowned: "But evil money is easy to get and easy to lose. Does anyone really like this thing?"

Jiang Yang put away those bones and turned his head to look at him: "You said, is it better to be aboveboard but poor for a lifetime, or is it better to get rich overnight and end up with nothing?"

Pei Bin thought for a while and replied, "I'd rather be upright."

Jiang Yang smiled: "So you have come without wind, but some people will choose the second path anyway. In their view, having once had is far more important than being unattainable."

The two walked towards the windless tavern, and Pei Bin suddenly said, "It feels like a gambler's behavior, and this thing can't really make people rich."

Jiang Yang shook his head: "Those who are willing to believe in this thing will always keep an eye on all possible ways to make a fortune. Whenever they have the opportunity, they will do whatever they can to jump on it like a hyena. Even if they die, they will tear off a piece of meat."

Glancing at Pei Bin's mobile phone in his pocket, Jiang Yang said with a smile: "Some people are appointed, some people are desperate, and naturally some people gamble their lives. It's actually quite passionate to give up all your bottom line and dignity to gamble on a promising future, isn't it?" ?"

Pei Bin didn't understand, and Jiang Yang didn't intend to say more to him, but just added with a smile: "The only thing to pay attention to is that the things you gamble can't be your own, crooked ways must go all the way to the dark, with a little kindness To repent means to be lost forever."

He won't stop Hong Yanhong from looking for the source of that voice, he just hopes that he can keep his head depressed all the way and never regret it.

"Mr. Jiang."

Suddenly a voice came from behind, Jiang Yang turned around and looked at Lao Jiu and Fan Junyu who was following him curiously looking at him and asked, "What do you two want me to do?"

Old Nine signaled Fan Junyu to stay where he was, approached and said in a low voice, "Junyu's business has been settled, but I would like to ask Mr. Jiang to give some instructions before we leave."

Jiang Yang rolled his eyes: "Mayor Fan's son still uses me to teach?"

Lao Jiu glanced at Pei Bin, and Pei Bin greeted the situation and left.

After he walked away, Lao Jiu replied in a low voice: "The old chief of staff asked me to come. At three o'clock in the morning today, the Federation Council sent a secret message to inform all members of the Federation Council to go to the Federation Headquarters for a meeting immediately. The notification is to discuss the death penalty."

Seeing that no one was around, he lowered his voice again and said, "There are two actual issues, one is the moon landing next month, and the other is a meeting on federal economic issues."

Jiang Yang didn't have much reaction. This day will come sooner or later. The only problem is how Luo Jincheng plans to solve it.

"Mayor Fan has already left?"

Hearing Jiang Yang's question, Old Nine nodded, and then continued to say in a weak voice: "The old chief of staff told me that as long as the Federation starts discussing economic issues, it means that there will be troubles in Base City No. [-], Junyu We need to leave as soon as possible, but before that, the old chief of staff would like to ask you to give this kid some advice, after all, that place is Guo Wen's territory."

Jiang Yang nodded, and led the two of them to find a street with few people.

Looking at Fan Junyu, he suddenly smiled and asked, "Are you nervous?"

Fan Junyu shook his head.

Fan Zishan didn't tell him why he was suddenly transferred to the economic investigation team, and he was still in charge of the investigation team of No. [-] Base City.

But he knew that Guo Wen, the mayor of Base City No. 11, had been having a public debate with his father on the issue of the death penalty in recent days, and had even sent people to Base City No. [-] to instigate a strike.

So he doesn't like this guy who can't say enough to do black hands, and now he is still angry, ready to go to the investigation team of No. [-] Base City to investigate the specific situation of No. [-] Base City and the Guo family.

Looking at him, Jiang Yang narrowed his eyes and said: "What should be taught to you, your father and your grandfather have already taught it, how about it, let me ask you a question, why do you think I am qualified to sit with your father?" Chatting at a table?"

Fan Junyu hesitated for a moment.

But thinking of his grandfather telling him before going out, he can talk to Mr. Jiang with confidence, so he answered directly: "Because Mr. Jiang has force, my father has a gun. Mr. Jiang has ability, and my father has resources."

"Snapped"

Jiang Yang snapped his fingers: "Smart, then it's nothing. If you want me to impart experience to you, then I will simply say something."

He stretched out a finger and looked at Fan Junyu seriously: "Remember, you have a gun and can kill anyone at any time. But you also have to know that others have guns and can kill you at any time. So the key is that you must Let the other side know that you have a gun and that if there is a conflict, you will be the one who shoots first."

Seeing Fan Junyu nodding, Jiang Yang said again: "But after all, you are going to investigate Base City No. [-], so let me give you another word by the way."

Fan Junyu looked into Jiang Yang's scarlet eyes, and a soft voice sounded in his ears: "Sometimes, the dead are more useful than the living."

He froze for a moment, and after Jiang Yang finished speaking, he reached out and patted Lao Jiu's shoulder: "Come to my house for a drink when you have time, let's go, go home and watch TV."

Watching Jiang Yang's back disappear at the end of the street, Fan Junyu took a deep breath.

He understood why grandpa had to ask him to meet Mr. Jiang once before leaving.

Lao Jiu didn't say much, and sent him directly to the station, and handed him a small black mobile phone at the same time: "Don't hesitate when you encounter danger."

Fan Junyu, who was still a little angry and ready to fight, now began to think seriously about Jiang Yang's words.

Hearing Lao Jiu's instructions, he nodded and said, "I know, I won't use it lightly."

The two parted at this point, looked at the train going away, and Lao Jiu, who was sitting back in the car, took out his mobile phone: "Chief of Staff, Junyu has already set off."

An old voice came from the opposite side: "What did Mr. Jiang say?"

When he heard what Jiang Yang told Fan Junyu, Lao Fan's laughter rang through the receiver: "Mr. Jiang must have seen it thoroughly, that's all right, then I can rest assured."

Lao Jiu was about to hang up the phone, but suddenly heard the deep voice of the old chief of staff: "The meeting of the Federation Council has already started, you take the four heavy combat armors at home and go to Base No. [-] to wait outside the city. So, once Zishan comes out, don't let anyone get close to him, just take him home."

Lao Jiu, who hadn't reacted for a while, heard the old chief of staff sigh: "Mr. Jiang is right, the dead are more useful than the living."

Lao Fan's tone changed and became serious, "That's it, you leave immediately, and remember, don't let anyone have a chance to touch Zishan."

After the familiar order was issued, Lao Jiu sat up straight and said, "Yes, I understand!"

After hanging up the phone, Lao Jiu started the car and returned to No. [-] house of Longyin.

Ten minutes later, the car drove out of the gate. If someone observed carefully, they would find that the shock absorber column of the car was pushed down a lot.

A few minutes later, two identical cars left Longyin House No. [-] one after the other, and headed for No. [-] Base City at the same speed as Lao Jiu.

In the windless tavern, all the zombies sat in their positions and stared at the data on the screen.

Tonight, the meteorite from the deep space will fall in the southern hemisphere, and satellites all over the world will pay attention to it, and this is also the official start of the "Gagan" space station of the Indian Federation, which has been abandoned for 20 years, for lunar observation. Chance.

"Brother Yang, I just received the news that Lao Jiu, the mayor's steward, is rushing to Base City No. [-] with two vehicles. It seems that the vehicles are carrying heavy weapons."

Jiang Yang shook his head when he heard the news: "Old Fan is a soldier after all, so he is a little too nervous. At this point in time, no one will cause Fan Zishan to have an accident, but it is always right to be careful. What happened to the meteorite?"

Dong Quanyun replied loudly: "It is expected to enter the atmosphere in 10 minutes, and the federal satellite has already begun to turn."

Jiang Yang put the black bone in his pocket and stood up: "Perform the last self-check, Xiaojia is ready to turn."

Dong Quanyun yelled while operating the equipment quickly: "Don't start too fast! I told you that the crash of a scrapped satellite is not like this. If you do this, you might as well steer Xiaojia directly. What we want is concealment, you know? Be natural, take it easy, and bump into it slowly."

The huge space station is floating in space. When satellites all over the world are watching the meteorite that is about to fall in the southern hemisphere, no one has noticed that not far from "Gagan", a meteorite that originally belonged to the Indian Federation The observation satellite slowly deviated from its original orbit and floated towards the flank of the space station.

"Countdown, 10,9...3,2,1"

The moment the meteorite entered the atmosphere, it lit up, and at the same time, the satellite slammed into the side of the space station, the huge space station turned around in the air, and then just right, aimed at the moon.

It didn't take long for netizens who followed astronomy to receive two messages at the same time. One was that a meteorite from the depths of the universe fell into the South Pacific tonight.

This happens so often that it doesn't cause much concern.

They are more concerned about the second one: a defunct weather satellite of the Indian Federation has crashed into their space station, which has been out of service for 20 years but is still ready to restart.

Amidst the laughter, the Windless Tavern had already begun to celebrate. Jiang Yang sat in front of the computer, looking at the information intercepted from the Federal Space Agency.

A map of the energy fluctuations of meteorites after entering the atmosphere.

Dragging the mouse in the vast amount of data, Jiang Yang found the part he was most concerned about, staring at those peaks and troughs, he suddenly smiled.

Because that period of fluctuation conveyed a message: 4/5, I am still alive.

51 I Grab the Hem of God’s Skirt

"Brother Yang, Brother Yang?"

When Jiang Yang regained his senses, he saw Dong Quanyun waving his hand in front of his eyes. He turned his eyes from the screen to him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Dong Quanyun glanced curiously at the energy fluctuation map on the screen.

These are just some tortuous curves, and there is no abnormality at all. He pointed to the lively tavern lobby and asked, "Would you like to say a few words?"

Looking at the zombies cheering for the success of the plan, Jiang Yang smiled and shook his head: "No, you go and tell everyone that I am treating you today."