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"Oh, oh my! Why didn't this group of the brightest geniuses just get into the network cable and pull the damn 'consul' out of the other end with all his might? ”

"Isn't it impossible?"

"What do you say! Dear Mr. Grace/Ackhays, I must have misheard something. ”

"No, you heard me right." Grace's wry smile was even stronger: "I mean, dear Mr. Lindbyer, if it had the same chance of success as the previous one, I don't think the board would give up on that idea either." ”

"Go on, Mr. Grace, I've used up all my share of surprise this year since I walked into your office, and you don't want me to show any expression of surprise again."

"Oh, take it easy. Dear Mr. Editor-in-Chief, I do not wish to interfere in any way with your expression. ”

Grace/Akehays gently stroked the document he had just taken out, and shook his head with a wry smile: "I just want to tell you that because of the sudden disappearance of Mr. 'Archon' and the lack of news for three months, the gentlemen of the board of directors are already in a hurry, they are already unscrupulous, and they can already make any ridiculous decisions." ”

"And you have a different opinion because of this?"

"No, I had even more ridiculous thoughts because of this."

"Oh? Dear Mr. Grace/Akehays, do you have to make me break my promise, and you must look at my surprised face? ”

"No, of course I don't have the will."

After waving his hand to indicate that he had no intention of doing so, Grace did not continue to speak, but lowered his brow, breathed slightly, and was silent as if he were worded for a few seconds before he raised his head again and spoke again: "Dear Mr. Lindbyer, I have already stated that, like many gentlemen on the Board, I also feel that there may be some kind of problem with Mr. 'Consul''s e-mail. ”

"Yes, you've said that, and I don't agree with that."

"You don't need to agree, dear Mr. Linde Baier, that I have only made a hypothesis."

Grace didn't want to dwell on the issue, and quickly went on to say: "It doesn't matter whether this kind of problem is subjective or objective, and whether this situation can be solved in the future." In short, if this is the truth of the matter, the only way of communication between us and Mr. Archon has now been lost. ”

"What a sound reasoning!"

"Laugh quietly, dear Monsieur Lindbyer, save your share of ridicule this year, for you have to leave a little leeway for more ridiculous things to come."

"Okay, okay, just say it."

Because of the seriousness on Grace's face, Lindebyer quickly restrained her lack of reserve.

"In fact, for now, it doesn't matter whether Mr. 'Archon's email is safe or not. From the past three months, it is clear that, for whatever reason, the 'Archons' have clearly stopped trusting this way of networking. ”

"So?"

"So, whatever kindness we decide to send to the 'Archon', we must at least ensure that His Excellency the 'Archon' can truly feel this kindness."

"Oh, Your Excellency, you have already said that! What do you mean by that? Have you forgotten what you said, or are you describing a newfound paradox for me? ”

"I mean, in order for Mr. 'Archon' to feel good indeed, we have to use other methods of contact."

Lindebyer couldn't help frowning: "However, you have already told me that in the past six months, despite the time and money spent, our most well-known incompetent department has only achieved exactly the same harvest as mine. ”

"Yes, you heard it right."

"As I heard 'other ways to connect.'"

"Yes, yes, you heard it right, you heard it right, you always heard it right!"

Grace's face finally showed some smiles that no longer belonged to the category of wry smiles: "Think about it, dear Mr. Lindbyer, what do you think of when we say 'contact'?" ”

"Telephone, address, e-mail, voice channel, MSN." When it comes to these frequently used objects, Lindbyer shows no signs of thought.

"Oh, dear Mr. Lindbyer, you are a most competent editor, and the way you have enumerated it is indeed very detailed. However, you may seem to have forgotten that for a company, especially a group of companies, such contact information is obviously not complete enough. ”

"This kind of knowledge happens to need your guidance, honorable Mr. Grace/Ackhays."

"It is my pleasure, dear Mr. Lindbyer."

Grace nodded unceremoniously: "Think about it, my dear editor-in-chief, the object we are talking about now is not personal property, but only realizable 'contact information'. You don't need to look through a dictionary, you just need to walk down any street and you'll soon understand: when someone's old man or child suddenly disappears, people don't have any address or phone number, let alone an email that can communicate in real time, but will anxious family members give up in despair? ”

"I think I see what you mean, honorable Mr. Grace/Akehays."

Although the venerable Mr. Grace has already done his duty, he has repeatedly pointed out the absurdity of his ideas. However, when Lindebyer really heard this crazy thought from the direction of this gentleman, he immediately showed an expression of disbelief.

With his eyes wide open to see Grace's expression that was definitely not a joke, he looked away at the wall clock that was swinging on the side of the office, lowered his head to sort out his thoughts a little, Lindebyer leaned back, his whole body relaxed, the gentleman tried to do his best to make a very frivolous way, but only showed obvious worry and uneasiness in his heart: "The only problem is, Dear Mr. Grace/Akehays, it's 4:31 p.m., the newspaper office hasn't closed yet, and the police station won't be closed, according to you." 'Opinion', are you going to order me to find a newspaper editor I know well, or do you want to find a dedicated police chief myself? ”

"Oh, it's not necessary."

As if unable to hear the meaning of Lindebyer's words at all, Grace shook his head vigorously: "The newspapers of the Stars and Stripes Country can't enter the border of Huaxia Country, and the Mr. of the police station is not responsible for the population on the other side of the ocean. ”

"Is that your 'different view'? Dear Mr. Grace, all right, you must tell me whether the conversation I am hearing now is from a request from Mr. Grace/Akehays, or from the order of the Managing Director of the Castle Publishing Group. ”

"Dear Mr. Lindbyer, does that make a difference?"

"Yes, there's a little bit of a difference."

Lindbyer said in a very relaxed, but at the same time quite resolute, tone: "Dear Mr. Grace, if this is an order that I don't know how to pass, Supernatural Legends will naturally have to match the strategic requirements of the publishing group; But if this is a private request from you, I must equally earnestly ask you to dispel this crazy thought. Think about it, Dear Mr. President, no magazine, no newspaper, or even any kind of flyer will ever publish such a ridiculous search revelation! What's more, even though I haven't read a single professional law book, I know that it must have violated at least ten or more express clauses! Dear Sir, Dear President, Dear Mr. Grace/Akehays, give up your thoughts, it will make Supernatural Legends the headlines of the Stars and Stripes Nation and the laughing stock of the whole world. ”

"Dear Mr. Lindbyer, must you be so resolute? Even at the expense of the inevitable changes to Supernatural Legends? ”

"Oh, don't torture me like that, honorable Mr. Grace/Ackhays. Look at your own expression, it tells me that you must have other ways. ”

"No, not the other way." Grace shook her head: "You should say something else. ”

"Speak quickly, speak quickly, honorable Mr. Grace!" Lindbyer said hurriedly, and the gentleman wouldn't even let the conversation linger for a second on the crazy topic of conversation just now, if he could: "It's not the point of concern to anyone. ”

"As you wish, dear Mr. Lindbyer."

Grace/Ackhays said slowly, "As you guessed right now, we do have a little bit of other ideas. However, you only have to hear half of it, and you will immediately think that it is even crazier and more ridiculous than what you just did. ”

"'We'? You say 'we'? "I have to say that Lindebyer's senses are also quite acute.

"Yes, 'we'." Grace nodded, and said in a tone of course: "Dear Mr. Linde Bair, you must know that whether you want to publish the most bizarre search revelation in Supernatural Legends, or let you go on the most amazing trip to Huaxia, this must be approved by the board of directors before it can be truly implemented!" (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.) )