After Yang Xiaotao drove away, Wang Kun opened the bag and took a look.

"This is sugar? There are also cigarettes, and there are industrial coupons."

Wang Kun couldn't help shouting, and then he saw Liu Yongqiang holding a ticket in a daze. He hurriedly came over and immediately covered his mouth.

Then he looked for it in his bag and took it out immediately, with joy in his eyes.

"Bicycle ticket."

Wang Kun's heart was pounding, and Liu Yongqiang looked over fiercely, "Kunzi, we have to be careful, otherwise we will not be sorry for this great love."

Wang Kun held the bicycle ticket tightly and nodded solemnly.

"Then let's fight!"

On the other side, after Yang Xiaotao left the Seventh Machinery Department, he drove directly back to the courtyard.

Although it cost 50,000 yuan to solve the problem of researching the calculator, Yang Xiaotao felt it was worth it.

If this thing is made, not to mention the current benefits, it will at least lay the foundation for future research.

This will also be the bridgehead for their machinery factory to enter the information industry.

Back home, Ran Qiuye took Miao Miao to the countryside to go to school. Xiao Duanwu and the others were still at Ran's house, and Yang Xiaotao didn't go to pick them up. He made some food at home alone, and then went to the study to read.

I only read one book on artillery detection radar that was rewarded by the system last time. If I didn’t hurry up, I would have read it all years ago.

And during this period, I became impetuous due to safety issues, so I just read a book to calm myself down.

As long as you don't make mistakes, you won't be afraid of the enemy's tricks.

While Yang Xiaotao was enjoying his reading time alone, Yu Zecheng walked in from outside the courtyard. He was originally going back to the backyard, but saw the lights on in Yang Xiaotao's house, so he walked in.

"Xiao Tao, the comrades from Shanghai will be here tomorrow."

As soon as he entered the study, Yu Zecheng told the news.

Yang Xiaotao put down his book and looked at Yu Zecheng, who was sitting behind him, picking up an apple and chewing on it without saying anything.

Yu Zecheng continued, "Hao Pingchuan and Bai Ling are here this time."

"Zheng Chaoyang didn't come?"

Yang Xiaotao frowned. Among the three people, Hao Pingchuan can only be regarded as a 'warrior' who charges into battle, while Bai Ling can be regarded as a support staff.

The real core is Zheng Chaoyang. This guy looks a little sickly, but he has a flexible mind and can look at problems from different angles.

I just didn’t come this time. Could it be that there is still a problem on the other side in Shanghai?

In other words, the other party’s goal is not yourself?

Yang Xiaotao frowned. In fact, when Yu Zecheng talked about the shipyard and ship engines, Yang Xiaotao couldn't believe it.

Why would you leave so many people alone to cause trouble for him as a designer?

These days, he is not the only designer, so his vision is too narrow.

But he had to believe this kind of thing, even if what the other party released was a smoke bomb, he had to treat it as real.

"Old Zheng said there are still some things to deal with over there, so I won't come over this time."

Yu Zecheng opened his mouth to explain, then looked at Yang Xiaotao, "By the way, the South Yunnan detachment will come the day after tomorrow and will enter Sijiu City to start work."

"Your Wangwang family and Lao Tao family members are going to help when the time comes, so be prepared."

Yang Xiaotao nodded, thinking of the enemy's methods this time, he couldn't help but become cold and stern.

These days, there is absolutely zero tolerance for that stuff.

Not even buyers.

Regardless of whether he did it intentionally or unintentionally, in Yang Xiaotao's world view, as long as he smoked it, there is no injustice.

Those so-and-so stars in later generations who refused to change despite repeated admonitions were actually punished lightly.

If buying and selling are really the same crime, look at how arrogant they are.

"By the way, a family moved into the alley next door, you know."

Yang Xiaotao suddenly remembered that he met Wang Yuhang's family who had moved in at the entrance of the alley yesterday, and asked casually.

Yu Zecheng finished the apple and nodded immediately after hearing Yang Xiaotao's question.

"We have investigated that family."

"Both men and women are university teachers, so there is no problem with their status."

"I moved here this time because of the commotion in school."

"However, these two people are not low-income. As two university teachers, they make a lot of money every month. There are no children at home to burden them. They don't have to worry about food and clothing, and life is not tiring."

Yu Zecheng had been paying attention to the surrounding residents for a long time, and immediately became vigilant at the slightest sign of trouble.

When the subdistrict office approved Wang Yuhang's family, they had a clear understanding of each other's family situation, living and working conditions.

"It's no problem."

"It's always not a good idea to move here at this time."

Yang Xiaotao expressed his worries, and Yu Zecheng just nodded.

They have seen this kind of suspicion under pressure many times.

Yang Xiaotao's behavior is completely normal.

"You should rest first, and we'll talk about other things later."

Yu Zecheng finished talking about the matter and then left.

Yang Xiaotao didn't send him off either and continued reading at the table.

Sijiucheng, hotel.

Gorzhensky was sitting at the table, playing with a dagger in his hand.

This is a dagger with a very unique shape. It looks like the hand-relieving knife of Mongolia in the past, but if you look closely, it is a little different, with a bit of Eastern European style.

Regardless of how it looks, it is extremely sharp.

In Gorzhensky's eyes, the history of this dagger is older than the alliance.

Go back to the ancient Mongolia, a time of fear dominated by yellow.

This dagger was a product of the Khanate at that time.

It's a pity that that period of history has become a thing of the past, and on that land, a more powerful alliance stands on it.

On the side, Chirvonenko watched Gorzhensky seriously playing with the dagger, and his heart skipped a beat.

The person in front of him was a well-known person in the alliance.

Even if he is beaten down, his reputation cannot be underestimated.

Who dares to say that such a person will not take advantage of the opportunity?

You know, the current conflicts in the alliance are not as peaceful as they seem from the outside.

After all, he is one of the top leaders of the alliance, and he still knows some information.

"Have you contacted the Gray Bird you were asked to contact?"

Gorzhensky suddenly spoke. Chervonenko was stunned when he heard it. Then he realized something and nodded immediately.

"We have contacted you through Quanjude's secret code. The other party will follow your wishes and take the initiative to approach the target."

"And as far as we know, the gray finch has successfully entered the target's activity area."

"It's just that she is not a combatant herself, so if she takes action..."

Chervonenko didn't finish his words, but the meaning behind his words was obvious.

Letting her take action would only serve to alert the enemy, and the gain would outweigh the loss.

Moreover, it is not easy to set up a secret, especially in China. If you really want to find out, three generations of your ancestors have already found out for you.

"Tell her to keep an eye on her."

"Also, you must pay attention to the other party's actions. If there is any situation, report it in time."

"As for how to contact her, you send someone to contact her."

Chervonenko nodded, "By the way, Mr. Cannon said that he wanted to collect the production capacity of the Red Star Machinery Factory. I have a report data here. Do you want to take a look?"

"If you don't want to read it, just send it to him."

"OK!"

Chervonenko stood up and walked out of the room, then breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did I realize that the back of my shirt was wet with sweat.

Gorzhensky waited for the room to quiet down before chopping the dagger on the table with a complicated look on his face.

"Economic blockade, haha, if it were so easy, the alliance would have succeeded long ago."
To be continued...