Before Li Dong exited the office of His Royal Highness Prince Yali, he asked a few last questions.

"Why did you pick me out and send me to the princess in the first place?" he couldn't figure it out, but he didn't even find out any talent himself, how could he be discovered by His Royal Highness the Prince, no matter how Bole could be!

"It's very simple, when I was still trying, when I was studying at Imperial College London with Zheng Kai, I once did a light brain program of talent evaluation models, which can be used to test personal abilities and areas of expertise to a certain extent. As he spoke, Arrie smiled. Yes, at that time, his purpose was to use this model, which could be used as the basis for selecting talents to a certain extent, but unfortunately he later learned that people are often much more complicated than the programs of the light brain.

"Then my review must have made you very satisfied. Li Dong said very arrogantly.

Proud.

Arri just laughed and didn't tell him that the model had been overturned because it wasn't accurate. The reason why he was chosen in the first place was indeed because of that model, because he was the first person to evaluate it as infinitely unknown.

Never, never since.

So, curiosity got in the way, so Yali chose to give him a stage and let him play freely to see what kind of results he could get.

"One last question. You said that Bonnie is good at diplomacy and economics, but what about yourself, and the second prince who has only recently passed the trial?" Li Dong was indeed very interested in this, and he wanted to hear more about the summary and comments of the third prince who was the embodiment of wisdom to others and himself.

His Royal Highness Yali smiled, and almost without hesitation, he gave the answer: "I am good at people's livelihood and royal roads, while my second brother is good at military affairs. ”

There are also sophistry.

Li Dong nodded and walked out satisfied.

Ally leaned back in his chair, his eyes staring at the rising sun, not glaring, as if he was thinking, but also as if he was simply in a daze.

After a while, he rubbed his slightly sour eyes, closed his eyes, and after opening his eyes, he began to review the military materials on the desk that seemed to have no end in sight.

......

In the next few days, Li Dong enjoyed the inferior treatment of pigs and dogs. The details are as follows: four meals a day, one in the morning, noon and one in the evening, all of which are the best in wartime, it is said that Zheng Kai is the same standard, and a sumptuous supper is added at night, which is definitely much more than that of pigs; Headquarters and other important places, so for the rest, Li Dong can only walk his dog to the officers and soldiers' bedrooms to have a look (Li Dong: Hey, is there any mistake, Lao Tzu is a pure man, and I don't bother to go to the stinky man's stinking kennel).

Therefore, in the next few days, Li Dong is completely herding sheep.

The general headquarters of the Eastern Shenwu Empire is calm, but it is not absolutely calm, but on the eve of restlessness like the eye of the storm, the calmer it is, the more it will give birth to the hurricane that will follow.

This hurricane that swept through the universe was the first to form, but tens of thousands of light years away, the nominal headquarters of the Star Alliance, located in Manchester City, the capital of the Federation of Edwards, which claims to be the most powerful institution in the universe, and it maintains the security and interests of the 15 Star Alliance member countries.

Old Vic remembers that it was Black Friday.

The reason why it is called Black Friday is not because this day is the worst day for office workers, although now the old Vic's mood is dark and can't be darker.

It was like the black file bag in front of him.

The file bag had been opened, and Old Vic had spent the morning looking at it all morning, though he wanted to watch it for another afternoon, and then go home happily and relaxedly to take a bath, and the next day he and his son and grandson went to Lake Venice to drink and fish.

Sadly, the reality is brutal, just like he never caught more than a pound of fish in Lake Venice.

"Chairman, look, what the hell should I do about this?" In the room, Old Vic was not alone, on the contrary, there were many people sitting in sevens, eights, eights, and eights, and it was Old Vic's secretary general, Miss Amery, who spoke, and there were not a few people standing like her in the room. At the age of 30, she was dressed in a pencil professional outfit, which enveloped her mature and plump body, but now, no one looked at her charming body like a ripe honey * peach, but looked at Old Vic's old face like an orange peel.

Now Old Vic's face was full of bitterness: "Are those people still sitting outside?"

"There were more and more onlookers, and some people joined in. A middle-aged uncle who looked like he was in charge of security said. He belonged to the people standing in the room, and now the uncle's bald head was even more golden because of the sweat stains.

"Chairman, do you think we can send someone to forcibly disperse them?" said a middle-aged man with a sitting beard on his mouth.

Old Vic immediately shook his head vigorously and denied: "No, no, no, you must not be like this, among them, there are the best geologists in the Star Alliance, scientists in the field of new energy, and those few fierce boys who are shouting are from several big families of the Mondstadt Federation and the Van der Shie Federation, and they must not be treated in such a barbaric way." This is a bad idea, and he is sure that if he agrees to this decision, several permanent members may directly revoke their positions as chairmen of the Security Council tomorrow.

Old Vic now hates the barbaric country of the Eastern Shenwu Empire, especially the hairy boy named Reykja Weike. They just had a few pushes and shoves with your soldiers, and you didn't take much advantage of them, and you dared to shoot them! These people are the baby bumps of the Star Alliance countries, especially the younger generation of the big families of several member countries who are injured. This morning, when Old Vic opened the paperwork as usual and began to take matters into business, his secretary-general, the beautiful Miss Améry, gave him this black file bag, and he knew that something big was coming.

The black file bag, in the Security Council, is only eligible for permanent members.

An old man who was about the same age as Old Vic, the vice chairman of the board of directors, Forbes, saw that his superiors and political enemies were already anxious, and his heart smiled, but as the vice chairman, it was not appropriate for him not to speak at this time, coughed lightly, and said: "Since they asked for an explanation, then the chairman of the board of directors, you should give them justice." Otherwise, what is the point of our Amway Club's existence?"