When the time comes. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Yi Shui didn't like this sentence. Past experience has proved that if Qin Lang feels that the time is ripe, it means that his plan is about to succeed and will not be hindered by any factors - in theory; It also said that if that plan contained certain elements that could cause unnecessary damage to China, they would also become facts and could not be removed.

Yi Shui knew that he still couldn't accept that kind of result: his starting point was always love for the motherland, unlike Qin Lang, who always had only two goals, making more money, and treating each of his plans as a lively and interesting game.

In fact, Qin Lang didn't care what the results of his plans would be, as long as they were ultimately successful; He didn't care if the plans hurt anyone, whether they were American or Chinese, white or yellow, Christian or atheist.

Of course, he had always been like this, and there had never been a change, but Yi Shui felt that compared to those times in the past, he could and should take some measures now to mitigate and make up for all the collateral damage caused by Qin Lang's plan.

He aspires to do this with only one premise: the whole content of the plan must be figured out before the "time is right."

The question is, how to figure it out?

Yi Shui was stumped by it. In every respect, the probability of finding an answer is extremely weak, almost impossible; He even had a pessimistic thought, even if he found a way to open Qin Lang's safe, he would not find even a little bit of value in the end, because those plans may have never been recorded in writing, and were only stored in Qin Lang's brain.

According to his character and consistent style, this is a highly probable outcome.

Yi Shui had to admit that he had an impossible task to accomplish - but, for reasons that only he knew, he was eager to complete this task rather than give it up.

He began to search for answers with every bit of time available to him, every day, from morning to night, even in the middle of the night.

For the first week, there was no result;

In the second week, there was no result;

In the third week, there was still no result;

Fourth Week......

"Rachel begged me to talk to you." Qin Lang said to Yi Shui with a serious expression, "Your condition makes her feel very worried. ”

He used the word "request," but in reality, it was a furious Rachel who crashed into his office in a rage, slammed his hands on the desk, and demanded that he solve the problem of easy water - as she had done earlier.

Qin Lang could see that she was really angry, because she said "don't play that game again", but he broke his promise and played that game again; On the other hand, in fact he knew from the beginning that this would be the result, all of which was expected, except for one thing, that she would endure it for so long.

For more than three weeks, he thought she would be furious the next day.

It's not like her character.

Qin Lang thought happily, with a faint curiosity. At this moment, he heard Yi Shui reply: "I'm very sorry, Qin, I'm afraid I don't have time, Claude, the 'Ten Thousand Essential Oils' of the weapons development department of the Great Viper Company, called me and asked me to go to him." ”

He was reluctant to discuss with Qin Lang the question he was thinking about, which made him feel that a child in the rebellious period violated the ban, secretly did what his parents forbade him to do, but was caught by his parents, both embarrassed and afraid, and instinctively resisted the upcoming preaching.

It seems to be a problem for Rachel, but Yi Shui understands that it is only because she cares about him; Similarly, he also knew very well that Qin Lang would never give up this conversation because of his personal wishes.

Maybe it's Rachel putting the pressure on, maybe it's just because he's happy to talk, and one way or another, it's been decided and won't change.

It's like a "when the time is right" plan......

He saw Qin Lang smile a little. "He likewise called me and declared that his department had some new weapons ready to show me, so we could go over together." He made a gesture, "Let's go, man." ”

So, despite extreme reluctance, Yi Shui set off with him.

At first, neither of them spoke. Yi Shui kept his head down, staring at the tips of his shoes, as if that would be an escape from reality—or an expression of his resistance; Qin Lang focused on a document in his hand, but he didn't look at it like he was really looking at it, because he kept smiling while humming a song in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

The lyrics he hummed were a little slurred, and the thoughtful Yi Shui didn't listen carefully to what he was humming, just barely making out the beginning, "From.the.halls.of.Montazuma," and finally, "United.States.Marines" — it sounded like a song related to the Marine Corps, but as a titular lieutenant colonel in the Marine Corps, Yi Shui had never heard the song and didn't know it.

However, Qin Lang was humming the song repeatedly, over and over again, seemingly endlessly. Slowly, in Yi Shui's heart, curiosity replaced fear and resistance, and it became more and more intense. Eventually, he couldn't help it.

"What are you humming?"

"A song."

This answer was not what he wanted. But Qin Lang obviously didn't plan to explain, Yi Shui had to ask: "What song?" ”

"Hymn to the Marines." And that kind of attitude of taking it for granted, as if he should know.

Yi Shui felt a little unbearable. He inhaled hard, trying to calm himself. "I haven't heard this song."

"Of course, you certainly haven't heard of it." Qin Lang nodded, and then said, "This is a military song composed by a lieutenant colonel of Chinese descent in the Marine Corps for the unit he once served, and it has not yet been published. ”

A few seconds later, Qin Lang's deliberate words that were so careless were reacted. "What!" Yi Shui felt that either there was a problem with his hearing, or Qin Lang was crazy.

How many lieutenant colonels of Chinese descent are there in the Marine Corps? Of course, there is only one, and that is himself. As a client, he knows what he has done and what he hasn't.

He tried to justify: "I didn't write this song, and I can't write it." ”

"You wrote, you didn't, the facts don't matter." Qin Lang explained, continuing to look at the document that was just used as a cover-up, "The important thing is that this song will be sent to the Admiralty and the Marine Corps in your name. If there are no surprises...... Of course, I don't think there will be accidents, so it will become the military song of the Marine Corps. ”

"But......" Yi Shui began to protest.

"Let's talk about you." Qin Lang interrupted him and changed the topic irrefutably. To show his seriousness, the papers were put away and his voice was raised. "You're doing something stupid. I don't mean that you're trying to guess my plans or looking for ways to spy on my plans, I mean you shouldn't think about them all day, even sacrificing your downtime. If you continue like this, your body will collapse before you find the answer. ”

Yi Shui didn't speak. What Qin Lang said was the truth, including the last sentence, his inference. It is pointless to refute the facts, and it is unnecessary to endorse it at this moment.

Now, all he needs to do is just listen.

"You have to stop this behavior immediately." Qin Lang continued, "I know you're eager to learn about my plans, and I promise you can spy on my plans, and so can Rachel, O'Connor, and Duncan—though they haven't done so yet. That doesn't mean I won't take precautions and countermeasures, I'm just saying that you can do that, as long as you're willing to take all the consequences – the problem is, you have to do it right. ”

Yi Shui remained silent and continued to listen.

"You must understand that if you want to get my plan, setting your eyes on me will only lead to your failure. You should focus your attention on the executor of the plan. Still, that's not the first thing you need to do, your first task is to build your own power. I know you have secret ties to Zhang Binglin and others, but that is not enough, and as I once told Zhang Binglin, you must beware of the spies I send when you build up your power. Qin Lang began to laugh again, "Remember, in all links, this kind of caution is a must, otherwise you will lose all your chips." ”

Chip. Yi Shui frowned. This metaphor reminded him of gambling. Although the things he has to do are also like gambling, they have very different natures, one noble and the other inferior.

It is inappropriate to use gambling as a metaphor.

It's just that now is not the time to care about such petty issues. Qin Lang's words made him feel that he wanted to provoke an internal struggle.

"Are you implying that internal struggles are the result of something we can't escape?"

"You can think so." Qin Lang replied.

Yi Shui's eyebrows furrowed again. "In my personal opinion, internal struggle is an important factor in the decline of a group."

"But in human society, the internal struggle has never stopped." Qin Lang said, "If you attend a session of Congress, you will find that the distinguished senators have been engaged in a fierce struggle and quarreled for the interests of the group they represent. Sometimes the conflict can be resolved through words, some compromise can be reached, and sometimes they will resort to force, with canes or even pistols, but if the contradiction is particularly acute and beyond the scope of a few senators, war will break out. ”

"Like a civil war?"

"It's like a civil war." Qin Lang nodded, "You know, it didn't break out because of a few black slaves, when the Southerners insisted on selling their cotton to the British, who were bidding higher, according to the principles of the market economy, instead of the Northerners who were desperately trying to keep the price down, the war was doomed." What I would say, however, is that the largest and most intense internal struggle in the history of the United States is a good thing, as the financial capital bloc has removed the last obstacle at home, the Union has strengthened its power and eliminated the rights granted to each state by the original Constitution, and from now on, nothing can prevent the United States from becoming the most powerful nation in the world except the non-existent God. ”

Yi Shui pondered for a few seconds and raised his head: "You intend to prove that the internal struggle is a good thing?" ”

"Nope." Qin Lang originally wanted to say, "I'm just complaining", but he quickly realized that the word was beyond Yi Shui's comprehension, so he shrugged his shoulders and skipped it directly into the next paragraph, "Whether it's a good thing or a bad thing, internal struggles always exist and can't be avoided. In fact, sooner or later, you will fight against me - and between you, out of your own interests and ideas, but more often than not. ”

"I feel you like it." Yi Shui was confused and annoyed, "But you can't predict its outcome." ”

"Maybe I can." Qin Lang said, adding in his heart: "I will win." ”

He already has a lot of advantages in this game, and it is only a matter of time before he wins - although the game has not officially started yet. Both Yi Shui and Duncan lack sufficient understanding of the future situation, while O'Connor, he seems to prefer to stay out of the situation.

However, they will always get involved, and even if they themselves don't want to, their subordinates will forcibly push them into the game.

Always. For thousands of years, human society has been playing out similar dramas repeatedly. That's why it is said that the only lesson that humanity learns through history is that it has learned nothing.

Qin Lang predicted that everything that would happen was under his control, and then he stopped-the weapon development department had arrived.

"Ten Thousand Essential Oils" Claude was waiting at the door. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )