Siheyuan: I am a trader in both worlds!

Since later generations had already resorted to these overt schemes to force the city of Beijing to submit, they naturally prepared the necessary personnel for the city of Beijing well in advance.

And Gaocheng.
Or to be more precise, the guard battalion under Gao Cheng was a team of talents specially prepared for the people of Beijing to solve these problems!

Of course, Gao Cheng and his team's primary responsibility was to protect Ximen Lang and ensure that he was not in the slightest danger.

Therefore, Gao Cheng and his ilk are merely a facade.

An excuse, a pretext, that would not arouse Ximen Lang's suspicion.

The truly talented individuals were already being transported to the world of Beijing through these repeated shipments of supplies, smuggled into the transit routes by later generations.

Therefore, when Ximen Lang asked the crucial question of who could operate these warships and fishing boats, Gao Cheng immediately stepped forward without hesitation.

Then, Gao Cheng was looked down upon by Ximen Lang.

"Old Gao, it's not that I look down on you, and I acknowledge your excellence. But even if you're excellent, there has to be a limit, right?"

"You said your military skills are outstanding. Considering that you did graduate from a prestigious university, which is not much worse than the one I attended, I tolerated it."

"But if you say you can also operate warships and fishing boats, that's just insulting my intelligence! What is that? Answer me, what is that?"

"Eye."

"Is it blind?"

"Of course not."

"That's right! Navy, Army, they're completely unrelated. And those fishing boats, they've gone straight into the civilian sector. You think you can do that? You're just kidding me! I treat you like a brother, why would you lie to me?!"

Gao Cheng was so annoyed that he wanted to directly reply to Ximen Lang.

"Since we're practically brothers, why are you slandering my alma mater? It's a worthless institution that can't even be called a university, yet it dares to try and take advantage of my legitimate, top-tier alma mater. How dare you?!"

But he can't!

Not only can't we, we can't even talk about it, can't mention it, can't even think about it!
Thus, Gao Cheng had no choice but to suppress his frustration at his alma mater being insulted.

He explained to Ximen Lang using the prepared explanation.

"I certainly can't. But you forgot, I have classmates! Top talents from other top universities, involved in all walks of life! I may not be able to, but they can, they know how! Rounding up, doesn't that mean I can?"

Ximen Lang never expected that Gao Cheng would be so shameless.

What's this talk about rounding up? It's like I've already mastered it.

"Where's your face? How can you say something like that? Where's your face?!"

However, Ximen Lang did indeed greatly envy Gao Cheng's classmates.

Unlike him, none of his many classmates have made it big, and none of them are anyone to brag about.

This was quite awkward, and it made the usually proud Ximen Lang very embarrassed.

Therefore, even though Gao Cheng's words were indeed very reasonable and solved a major problem for the city of Beijing, Ximen Lang still didn't give him a kind look.

He left with a curt remark.

"So what if you have good classmates?!"

Then, I simply ignored him.

Ximen Lang immediately turned his gaze to Lao Luo and asked him for confirmation.

"Is that so? Also, can you bring his classmates over? I know that every single one of these top-tier university graduates who have returned from abroad is a hot commodity! Countless eyes will be watching them as soon as they come back!"

"They might already be being recruited by various departments, and their promotion paths for years to come have already been planned out. The only concern is that they might leave! Will the local governments be willing to let them go? Can you bring them over?"

This is underestimating Lao Luo's strength and the power of these warships!
Not to mention that these people were sent over from later generations long ago, just waiting to make their grand entrance.

Just not!

Just as Ximen Lang said, it was hidden away by various departments and units like a treasure.

"Who am I? I've given the order, so do you think they won't obediently release the person and then quickly send them over?"

Good grief, I've been humiliated again right in front of everyone.

But then I thought about Lao Luo's rank, and the rank of Lao Luo's superior.
At his level, a single sentence can indeed have such great power.

In the end, Ximen Lang didn't say another word.

He pursed his lips, then went back to his wife and sought comfort from Bai Ling.

But they had only just arrived at the location, and before Ximen Lang could even get his head close...

Bai Ling also put on an act.

“Yes, I also have classmates studying at National Central University! They are skilled in all sorts of things! I can write to them and ask them to come and support us! Why didn’t I think of that?”

As we all know, the most lethal form of showing off is the subtle kind!
Because what Bai Ling said was true, and she was wholeheartedly for the country, she had no intention of mocking Ximen Lang or humiliating him. She was simply stating the facts and telling the truth.

That's why she hurt Ximen Lang the most.

This made Ximen Lang not want to talk to them anymore, and they all consciously retreated to Hao Pingchuan's side.

Turning her head, she saw that Hao Pingchuan, inspired by Bai Ling and the others, was also about to start reciting a passage.

Ximen Lang was greatly alarmed.

"No way, you're such a roughneck, you actually have such high-quality classmates?!"

"I didn't go to school much, so of course I didn't have any classmates."

"That's good"

"Although I don't have classmates, I have comrades-in-arms!"

"!!!"

"My comrades from Yenching University, my comrades from Beikai University, there are so many I can't even count them all! I can call them over! And their classmates too!"

After glancing at Gao Cheng, Hao Pingchuan also began to speak shamelessly.

“We’re such good friends, we’re all sworn brothers! So their friends are naturally my friends, and their classmates are, of course, my classmates! They’re practically my classmates too! And Bai Ling’s classmates, they’re all my classmates too!”

Good heavens, his shamelessness is so great that even Ximen Lang doesn't bother to say anything to him!

I could only repeat it again, in a lukewarm way.

"So what if you have good classmates and good comrades-in-arms?!"

He quietly retreated to a corner.

Three consecutive close-range attacks left Ximen Lang feeling utterly miserable.

Bai Ling finally stopped teasing him. "Alright, you're a grown man, who are you putting on this show for? Besides, aren't my classmates your classmates, and my comrades your comrades? We're all working for the revolutionary cause, why all this fuss?"

His well-timed words of comfort immediately made Ximen Lang feel much better.

I feel energized now.

After a brief moment of disappointment, Ximen Lang's interest took over again, and he immediately greeted Lao Luo.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and find someone who can operate a warship! Can't you see I'm eager to fire the 1130 close-in weapon system and go out to sea in my fishing boat?!"

He spoke so bluntly that Lao Luo could only shake his head and sigh.

"You've got me in command, you're really something!"

But he didn't refuse.

With Lao Luo's order, a large, professional team, a mix of overseas talents from later generations and local talents from Beijing, quickly came into view.

Yes, it is mixed in.

Moreover, the ratio is exactly the same as that of the guard battalion, half and half.

Half of it is from later generations, and half is from the world of Beijing.

It's easy for later generations to understand, since they're the ones who need to operate these machines.

As for the four nine cities
Nonsense, the people in Beijing don't know anything about this, so they have to observe closely and learn little by little.
In other words, now is not a good time for teaching; otherwise, we could easily increase the number of students by ten or even a hundred times.

As these skilled personnel meticulously operated the equipment, the warships, which appeared to be neatly arranged but were actually quite crowded, quickly dispersed.

It's really well-organized and looks quite professional.

Gao Cheng, too, was like a butterfly, greeting this person one minute and that person the next.

It turned out that there were absolutely no flaws.

Simon Lang didn't care about anything else and launched several drones in no time.

Under Bai Ling's speechless gaze, as if she was about to ruin something again, Ximen Lang strolled over to the control panel.

He then began explaining the instructions to the staff.

"See those drones taking off? Lock onto them and take them out!"

No sooner had the words been spoken than a pleasant sound rang out.

Less than a second had passed, and without even pressing a button, the Type 1130 close-in weapon system, which identified the drones as enemy aircraft, shot them all down.

Although the shots were indeed fast, accurate, and beautiful, I didn't feel involved at all!
They deployed a drone at most, and that was it.

Ximen Lang immediately started complaining.

"That's why high technology can be annoying sometimes. At least let me operate it for a moment, even if it's just pressing a button! What's the point if you don't even give me a chance to press a button!"

However, this scene was nothing short of a bolt from the blue for Bai Ling and Lao Luo.

"Wow, so fast? And so accurate?! To be able to shoot down such a small drone so quickly, isn't that invincible?"

"That's why it's called the last line of defense for warships. If it's the last line of defense, how could it not be powerful?"

"What about the missiles?"

"Missiles are even more powerful, of course!"

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and Ximen Lang seemed to have thought of something, which energized him.

"Let's fire a shot, Lao Luo! Let's aim at any spot and fire! Perfect, let's test the power of the missile!"

Sure enough, Ximen Lang really is a pushover, never knowing what it means to be content.

With a glare in her almond-shaped eyes, Bai Ling immediately reprimanded her.

"What are you talking about! One shot is enough to feed countless families for a year! What are you talking about?! We've already let you have your fill of the 1130 close-in weapon system, and you're pushing your luck! You even want to fire missiles? Why don't you just fly to the sky? Should I stuff you into a vertical launch unit and launch you like a missile?!"

"Besides, this thing isn't a machine gun that you can pick up and shoot. It's just an extra button, you press it once and that's it, there's no feedback at all, what's the point? Why are you so fixated on this thing?"

After Bai Ling said that, Ximen Lang also felt that this thing didn't seem to be that attractive anymore.

After the appeal was greatly diminished, the only thought was to give the Japanese devils a good thrashing, to give them a good beating.

Because the world of Beijing had just finished a war to establish a nation, it was essentially impossible for them to launch a new war.

What's the point of this?
It's completely meaningless!
Therefore, Ximen Lang naturally lost interest in these things very quickly.

Then, he accompanied Bai Ling and Lao Luo, whose eyes were shining brightly, on a tour inside the submarine. He used facts to let Bai Ling and Lao Luo experience firsthand the oppressive atmosphere inside the submarine and the harsh working and living conditions of submariners.

They learned that submariners would be on missions for several months at a time, spending those months cooped up in an environment that made them feel suffocated even after only a short time there.

At the same time, they also have to endure constant noise pollution and the persistent, humid, and hot environment that is like a persistent carbuncle.

Even people as hardworking as Lao Luo and Bai Ling have to admit it.

"Life for submariners is really tough. It would be a real shame not to treat them better."

Especially when they learned that even in later times when resources were abundant, submariners could only eat the higher-standard Class IV meals when they were on shore, and only in the first few days after a mission.

Over time, once the shelf life of various ingredients expires, we have no choice but to eat canned goods, which are more durable and can be stored for a longer period.

Naturally, Lao Luo and Bai Ling immediately took to heart Ximen Lang's repeated emphasis on raising the submariners' benefits and letting them eat better.

And it is urgent.

Is there really something going on?

It really does seem like they treat money like dirt.

Their treatment was even on par with that of later generations. They tried their best to supply whatever canned food was available in the four types of kitchens that were available in later generations.

In any case, the submariners' food and drink must not be neglected.

As for whether the city of Beijing can actually supply the goods...
"If we can't supply it here, we'll just import it directly from you! Even if we have to squeeze it out, we'll make sure we get this money first!"

Bai Ling had already put it this way, and Lao Luo had immediately made his stance clear, agreeing to the matter. What else could Ximen Lang say?
Since it was just a matter of casually purchasing a batch, Ximen Lang readily agreed without hesitation.

Let's finalize this matter directly.

Turning my head, I saw that all the staff were working so hard that they were practically running around.

I figured there was no point in staying here any longer; not only would I not be of any help, but I might even be doing more harm than good.

So, they called Bai Ling, Hao Pingchuan, and Gao Cheng, picked a decent-looking fishing boat, and set sail!
We drove for half a day with this momentum, and finally arrived at a suitable sea area.

Then, because the waters around the Four Nine Cities world hadn't been extensively fished, a single net was cast...
"Wow, so many fish!" (End of Chapter)