noffsinger Is Chapter 890 right or wrong?
Is Chapter 890 right or wrong?
Ask the little one?
What could that brat possibly think?
Oh!
Does the old man want Jiang Xia, that brat, to trick the other side again?
The naval leader was somewhat puzzled by the old man's words.
If it were anyone else, he might have wanted to get to the bottom of things, but the naval leader was different; he had always trusted the old man.
So he personally typed out the message, "Do you think it's right or wrong for us not to ask for compensation?"
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There was no reply for a long time.
Hmm, I'm sure this kid is still thinking about it. No rush, let's wait and see.
This way...
Jiang Xia lay comfortably next to the Big Yellow clone, the heat emanating from the transistor enveloping him, forming a barrier against the cold.
Snore...
The little rascal is sleeping soundly.
He sleeps soundly, while some people don't.
Sure enough, upon returning victorious, Zhao Gang thought of Junichiro and didn't even want to catch up on his sleep.
Old Wang said he would report it, and he has been reporting it ever since, but there's still no news.
"Damn it, I can't wait! I'm going to go meet him and find out what he's made of!"
Unable to contain himself, Zhao Gang greeted the soldiers on guard and, using the pretext of "providing tea" mentioned by Lao Wang, decided to make an informal contact first.
Because Lao Wang said to "prepare tea," Junichiro was led into a rather special dormitory in the base.
This dormitory is located in the former Russian officers' quarters of Darian Base, which was once the residence of high-ranking officers of the Allied Fleet and still retains its original grand style.
Old-fashioned brass ceiling fans hang from the high ceiling, and the lower half of the walls is covered with dark solid wood paneling. The most eye-catching feature is a huge arched floor-to-ceiling window that faces the sparkling bay.
Zhao Gang's original intention was that in this relatively "relaxed" yet authoritative environment, he might be able to reduce the other party's resistance and make it easier to observe their true reaction.
However, he soon discovered that he was dealing with a seasoned expert in psychological maneuvering.
After being led into the room, Junichiro did not show any unease or discomfort.
He walked slowly to the window, gazed at the harbor view for a moment, his eyes lingering on the barely visible, damaged 418 boat for a brief instant, then turned around and gracefully sat down on the slightly worn sofa, his hands gently folded on his knees, his posture as composed as if he were receiving guests in his own study.
Instead of interrogating him roughly, Zhao Gang pointed out the window and said, "This room has a good view, doesn't it? Old Russian officials used to love staying here."
Junichiro nodded slightly, his tone gentle yet barbed: "Indeed unique. But Captain Zhao, you brought me here specifically for more than just to admire the sea view, didn't you?"
"That's straightforward!" Zhao Gang turned around, his eyes blazing: "I'll be blunt—why would someone of your status sneak in from a submarine? Why is Sato trying to kill you?"
Junichiro did not answer immediately upon hearing this.
He slowly raised his eyelids, calmly meeting Zhao Gang's gaze, a faint smile even appearing at the corners of his lips:
"Captain Zhao, you are a brave soldier who proved your worth in the face of raging waves. I admire your courage." He first flattered him, then subtly changed the subject.
"However, the issues you raised... involve aspects and reasons that are probably far beyond the scope of a frontline submarine captain's duties and... understanding."
Some whirlpools are of unknown depth; venturing into them rashly is unwise. What do you think?
These words sounded gentle, even carrying a hint of "thinking of you," but at their core, they were drawing a line, implying that Zhao Gang was not of a high enough rank to be involved.
"Hey...you fucking prisoner, you dare to talk back to me like that?"
"Oh? Not enough level? Can't understand? Hmph, when I was going head-to-head with your 'Early Tide', I didn't think any 'level' could stop my bow!"
As for whirlpools? That's exactly what I'm into! It's fine if you don't want to talk about it, we have plenty of time! The only problem is that your old bones might not be able to take the time to talk!
Junichiro's lips curved slightly, but he didn't reply. He just held his teacup and looked out at the bay, looking like he was saying "what can you do to me?" He didn't say anything harsh about the "difference in status" and gently shut down the conversation.
The atmosphere in the room froze instantly. Zhao Gang stared at the back of his head, feeling a surge of anger inside, but unable to vent it.
……
Meanwhile, Old Wang, unaware that Zhao Gang had already clashed with Junichiro, was still waiting for instructions from his superiors.
Having waited too long, he couldn't help but cautiously inquire via the internal phone, only to receive news that left him both amused and exasperated:
The naval leader is personally asking Jiang Xia for his opinion on the issue of compensation for the Japanese invasion of Russia through the system, but that idiot has yet to reply!
Since the boss didn't receive a reply from the kid, his clear instructions to Lao Wang were naturally postponed.
At this critical juncture, why ask this kid such a question?
Although he didn't understand the naval leader's actions, he suddenly realized: telling him this was clearly a way to get him to urge the idiot to reply.
催？
That's impossible to rush!
Jiang Xia must have been typing away on the keyboard all night, and he's probably already exhausted and asleep by now.
No rush, the spoils are already in our pockets, let's take our time and deal with them. We're not the ones in a hurry!
Having figured this out, Old Wang first went to the kitchen and ate his fill.
He took the seafood porridge that Staff Officer Xie had specifically instructed the kitchen to prepare, and with a piece of seaweed that the soldiers had just caught in his hand, he chewed on it as he walked towards the classified computer room.
Upon arriving at the destination, as soon as I opened the door, I heard a soft, even snoring sound.
Jiang Xia was curled up on the ground next to the "Big Yellow" host, with a few newspapers on the ground. His head was tilted to the side, a few strands of hair sticking up stubbornly, and he was covered with a cotton overcoat that no one knew who was covering him. He was sleeping soundly.
The screen was dimly lit, displaying the unanswered question.
Old Wang didn't rush to wake Jiang Xia. He first gently lifted the cotton military coat covering him, and his eyes fell on the "Xie" character carefully embroidered with needle and thread on the hem of the coat's lining. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
He carefully tucked the coat back into Jiang Xia's coat, then walked to a slightly better ventilated corner, took out the half-extinguished cigar from his pocket, struck a match, and relit it.
"Ptooey, ptooey... This thing tastes so weird if you put it out and smoke it again!"
It's really strange.
If this cigar goes out halfway through, the tobacco leaves do not burn completely. When it is lit again, the previously charred parts will have a burnt and sour taste. In addition, the condensed tar will release impurities when it is reheated, making it bitter and pungent, completely losing its original mellowness.
A wisp of blue smoke with a strange smell filled the enclosed server room.
"Cough cough cough... Old Wang, what... what kind of biological weapon are you making..." Jiang Xia, who was lying on the chair, coughed several times because of the pungent and strange smell of smoke. He woke up in a daze, rubbing his eyes and complaining in a muffled voice.
Old Wang was a little embarrassed and quickly tried to put out his cigarette: "Hey, did the smoke wake you up? This lousy cigarette, it's so bad when you light it again after putting it out..."
Jiang Xia sat up, sniffed, and said, "Come on, this isn't a cigar, it's more like burning wet firewood... Don't light it if you can't finish it next time, it's too strong to even use as mosquito coil."
"You brat, you're lucky you even have a cigarette! Stop being so picky!" Old Wang laughed and scolded, but finally stubbed out the strange-smelling cigar completely.
He casually handed over the still-warm bowl of seafood porridge he had brought, saying, "Stop joking around, eat some while it's hot, wake up, we have important business to attend to!"
"Serious business? Is everyone here? Can we dismantle the submarine now?"
"no!"
Old Wang handed the bowl of porridge to Jiang Xia, and casually pointed to a line of text on the screen.
Jiang Xia took the bowl of porridge, and the heat from the food made him feel much more awake.
As he stirred the porridge with a spoon, his gaze swept over the still-lit screen and fell upon the unresolved question:
Do you think it's right or wrong for us not to accept the compensation in the small notebook?