"No, don't you like music? Why did you want to study management? Lei Yundong asked in astonishment.

Yu Xuru said as a matter of course: "Brother Yundong, you have so many properties under your command, as a younger sister, I naturally have to try my best to help you." ”

Later, Yu Xuru asked with some doubts: "And I like music, it's just a hobby, how can I take it as a career?" ”

"Uh......" Lei Yundong didn't know what to say for a while.

Can you say that you will be a soul singer in the future? Say that your future singing voice will make you feel at peace?

If you really want to say this, with Yu Xuru's temperament, she will definitely devote herself to learning music and becoming a singer.

But once you learn music with such a utilitarian heart, there is never any possibility of becoming a soul singer.

And, as it seems, there is no particularly important relationship between soul singers and those who are music majors.

I remember that there are many soul singers who only learn music after becoming soul singers.

Thinking of this, Lei Yundong calmed down: "Okay, you can learn whatever you want, but you also know my status and strength, you don't need to work too hard to drill the horns, and you don't need to give up because you like music or anything." ”

What can Lei Yundong say, he can only say this.

"Don't worry, my grades have always been very good!" Yu Xuru said proudly with a small fist.

Lei Yundong could only nod his head in agreement.

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In a secret base somewhere on a planet somewhere in a star field.

The command center covers an area of thousands of square meters, and the surrounding area is more than ten meters high, several meters wide, and 13 huge strips of cloth.

The strip of cloth is pure black, with a large circle in the middle, and in the center of the circle is a white lotus flower.

As soon as the pattern on the scene leaks out, the local garrison will immediately pounce on it like a vicious dog that sees food.

Even in order to compete for credit, the army, magistrates, and embroidered guards will definitely fight among themselves to determine who has the most credit.

There is no other reason, this is the symbol of the White Lotus Group, and it also means that it is the base of the White Lotus Group.

Anyone who discovers such a base and breaches it will be trivial for a meritorious person to be promoted to a third rank.

It's just a pity that looking at the mix of old and new buildings in this place, it is obvious that it has existed for a long time and has not been discovered.

In the command center, hundreds of black-uniformed personnel, wearing virtual helmets, micro-control gloves, and their hands are volleyed in the air, either up and down in the air, or left and right.

Or make a motion of breaking open and closing and sweeping away, or just crack your fingers and tap in the air.

It's a busy place anyway.

Directly in front of these hundreds of seats is a huge virtual projection with hundreds of different pages and rows of data displayed.

This was apparently projected specifically for the bigwigs of the conning tower to watch.

Standing in the command tower was a man with white hair combed back neatly, dressed in a straight military uniform, with an armband of white lotus on a black background, looking indifferently at the data that was specially projected to him.

"Chief, Hall A requests 100,000 tons of supplies." Suddenly, a helmeted man stood up and raised his hand and shouted.

The white-haired manager glanced at the screen: "Inform them that the supplies for the nearest supply base have been shipped away, and it will take three months to arrive from other places." ”

With a reply, the helmeted man who stood up and raised his hand sat down again and got busy.

"Chief, the cruising fleet requests the supply of 3 first-class warships, 20 transport ships, 1,000 second-class battleframes and 5,000 first-class battleframes." Another helmeted man stood up and raised his hand and shouted.

"So much attrition? Inform them that the supplies will arrive at the predetermined location 3 after April, and ask them to pick them up when they arrive. The white-headed manager frowned, but made a quick decision.

"Chief, S12 said that the materials are all ready, just waiting for transportation."

"Okay, I'll ask the Holy Lord for him to transport the supplies to the predetermined location No. 4."

"The general manager, H Tangkou applies for manpower support, 3,000 ordinary personnel, 500 people at the stream level, 50 people at the lake level, and 1 person at the river level."

"Tell the other party that there is no lake level, the river level can support two, and the stream level can be increased to 600 people."

"H Tangkou agreed!"

"Okay, the manpower will arrive at the entrance of Hall H in three months."

In this way, from time to time, the helmet man stood up and reported, either applying for supplies or support, and of course, there were many news that they had raised supplies or manpower on their side.

After the white-headed manager got the news, he made a decision without hesitation, obviously all the information was in his head.

At this time, a man with a somewhat dark expression, gray hair, but fair skin and a delicate face walked in.

He didn't say a word on the sidelines, just looked at the various data projected.

After the white-headed manager didn't say anything for a while, he smiled in an old voice: "Pulsatilla, I feel that you are a little troublesome to do this, and it is not easy to worry." ”

"Hmph, little white face, do you think I think that? No matter how advanced the brain is, there will be a day when it will be breached, and the data still records that my brain is safe. Pulsatilla said disdainfully.

"Gaga, I'm not afraid that if your old boy is slaughtered, the Holy Sect will suffer a big loss." The little white face continued to speak in an old and eerie tone.

"It's okay, I have a backup, my brain is really going to be picked, the Holy Sect can call up the information, and it will start to be a little turbulent." Pulsatilla patted his neck disappreciatively.

"Ha......" The little white-faced old man was about to say something, when suddenly a red warning light bar appeared on the screen.

The two old men froze, and Pulsatilla clicked the cursor, and the warning bar expanded.

Pulsatilla just glanced at it, his brow loosened, and he was about to cut off the screen.

This kind of warning cursor will appear from time to time.

The pattern of its appearance is uncertain.

First of all, the wisdom brain in the background will collect the news of all places in the Daheng Dynasty, and then brush up on the keywords, which are generally place names, personal names, and family names.

Then compare it with the thesaurus in the background, and if there is a similarity, immediately compare the second-level thesaurus.

Wait until it is compared with the third-level thesaurus before the warning cursor pops up.

But this warning cursor is also graded, and now this lowest level warning cursor is not even a matter for Pulsatilla, so he doesn't need to care at all.

The little white-faced old man suddenly sighed: "Wait, I'll take a look." ”

"Why are you suddenly interested? Isn't it just the demise of a family that helped the Holy Sect take care of the stockpiled supplies? This has happened endlessly in the history of the Holy Religion, and this is a first-level warning, and all that is saved is some money, which is not worth mentioning. The old man said disappreciatively.

"I don't care about those materials that have disappeared, our Holy Sect is all over the Great Heng Dynasty, and the history is several times older than the Great Heng Dynasty, this kind of materials that disappear after being stored are too much." The little white-faced old man said gloomily.

"Oh, is that this destroyed family has an old relationship with you?" Pulsatilla old man Yang Yang eyebrows.

Looking at the screen display: "The Chen Family of Councilor in Fenggang City, Sanbao County was Expelled as a Member" and the photo of the original 13 Chen family heads, the little white-faced old man said leisurely: "It should be the family I was born in." ”