Well, you are still from Tianjin... Yang Junyu complained silently in his heart.
Mainly because the word Jie Jie is pronounced very much like the Tianjin dialect I remembered before.
At this time, Anman took two steps forward: "Let me introduce, this is Sister Jie, the network security expert of our second group, major."
Then he pointed to the strong man playing with dumbbells: "This is Qu Jianbin, an explosives expert."
The three card players were Hao Wenhong, Zhao Xuewen and Mei Jianshi.
The name of the last person would have been taboo in ancient times, but today's Tang Dynasty does not pay so much attention to it. As long as it is not deliberately frivolous, it doesn't matter if it has the same character as emperor.
Nowadays, as long as people don't really name them Shimin, it doesn't matter whether they are named Shimin or Min.
After the introduction, Wei Jie jumped down from the floating chair with a smile and came to Yang Junyu: "Okay, go for the physical examination. You will write your entry report after you come back from the physical examination."
"Okay." Yang Junyu agreed, asked about the location of the physical examination room, then turned and left.
Wei Jie returned to her floating chair and began to check Yang Junyu's information completely.
When Yang Junyu came to the physical examination room, he took off his clothes under the order of the military doctor, leaving only a pair of boxer briefs and began a series of physical examinations.
After the physical examination, there are various tests, all of which are performed together.
Including physical fitness, firearms and various military subjects.
While he was conducting various tests in the physical fitness testing room, little did he know that Wei Jie could watch them in real time on a screen in front of him.
Looking at Yang Junyu who was doing pull-ups, Wei Jie couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Look at these muscles, they are so attractive!"
These words made Qu Jianbin feel uncomfortable. He came over to take a look and replied disdainfully: "That's it? You're far worse than me, right?"
As he spoke, he raised his arms to show off his biceps.
"Tch, muscles don't just look at their size, do you understand?" Wei Jie rolled her eyes at him, "This kind of streamlined muscle is the best."
Just as he was talking, Yang Junyu suddenly changed his movements on the screen, opened his legs, clasped his hands behind his back and began to stretch.
"And look at my character horse, can you do it? And this hand, can you touch your back?"
Qu Jianbin was speechless. This was true. His muscles were so big that he really couldn't touch his back.
Soon after, Yang Junyu's physical examination report was displayed on a screen. Wei Jie looked at it carefully, then turned to look at Anman, who was waiting for the new prosthetic limb to be delivered: "Where did you find such a treasure?"
"Baby?" Anman was stunned, raised his head and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Look at this guy's physical examination report!" Wei Jie waved her hand and called Anman to her side.
“Look at this data, it’s so scary!”
Qu Jianbin also came over with a curious look on his face, but he was still mumbling: "It's just that the flexibility is better..."
"That's it?" Wei Jie grinned, "Look at the height to weight ratio! He is 192cm tall and weighs 111kg. Logically speaking, he should be a fat man, but do you think he is fat? Cut off a piece of muscle from both of you at the same time. Heavier than you!"
Indeed, Yang Junyu is not wearing clothes on the screen at this moment, so you can see the most realistic figure.
He is indeed not fat at all, and his whole body is full of streamlined muscles. After scanning and printing this body, he can be directly placed in a clothing store as a model.
Wei Jie did not continue to talk nonsense with Qu Jianbin, and continued: "Judging from the report alone, this guy's physical fitness is not normal... It's simply..."
"Almighty?" Anman turned his head and asked.
"It's not that simple, let's put it this way. As long as it's an action that humans can theoretically do, this guy can do it!" Wei Jie replied.
Hearing such comments, Anman couldn't help but squint his eyes and read the physical examination report carefully.
The discussion here also attracted the attention of several other people. Hao Wenhong came over and asked: "So exaggerated? How did you practice? I have to ask him for advice."
"Forget it, there's no point asking for advice, this guy has lost his memory." Wei Jie replied.
"ha?"
Hearing these words, Zhao Xuewen and Mei Jianshi also came over: "Amnesia? What's going on?"
Wei Jie swiped her fingers a few times, and the screens in front of her changed: "He traveled with his parents three years ago, which happened to coincide with a large-scale hacker attack at that time. The vehicle's automatic driving system failed and there was a car accident. His parents died. He was in a coma for ten days, and when he woke up he had no memory of his past.”
"Then how can you continue to be in the Army Academy if you have amnesia?" Zhao Xuewen looked confused.
"He just lost the memory of himself and his relatives, but the knowledge is still there. After testing at the Army Academy, they thought he could continue to study in school, so they allowed him to continue." Wei Jie looked at the screen. The information replied.
Anman let out a sigh of relief: "I didn't expect that he was the victim of that incident. No wonder he had to drive by himself..."
Wei Jie continued: "His father is the boss of Weihua Entertainment, and his brother is currently managing his family's company. The background check has been completed, and there is no problem."
"Then sign the agreement." Anman said.
"Do you really want him to be an intern in our group?" Qu Jianbin asked, "Should we not take another assessment?"
"He has better overall grades at the Army Academy than you." Wei Jie said with a smile, "And his literary talent is very high. I just found out that the online poet Qinglian Jushi who has been in the limelight in the past two years is his nickname!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone present was a little surprised.
Qinglian Jushi is an Internet poet who started to be active on the Internet two years ago. He has written a total of more than ten poems. Various classics and even the president of the Imperial Poetry Association have publicly expressed that they want him to join.
It's just that he is relatively low-key and has never shown his face in public, so no one knows what he looks like or even whether he is a boy or a girl.
Datang's social networks are all supervised by the Ministry of Finance and are prohibited from leaking user information, so no one knows his identity to this day.
Of course, as the department responsible for managing national intelligence and security, the Secret Guard can still find out if they want to.
Anman's charming red phoenix eyes suddenly opened wide: "Is he Qinglian layman?"
"Yeah!" Wei Jie smiled and nodded, "Anyway, the real-name registration is his. As for whether he wrote the poem, I don't know."
At this time, Mei Jianshi from behind said: "Qinglian layman's poems are very ancient. To be able to write such poems in this era, the historical knowledge is quite terrifying!"
Zhao Xuewen also nodded: "I have always guessed that this Qinglian layman should be an old man or an old lady...how old is he!"
Wei Jie turned her head and looked at Anman: "Don't you write poems occasionally? How about communicating with each other?"
"I occasionally write poetry to pass the time, and I'm not a professional poet..." Anman shook his head.
Qu Jianbin also recovered from his surprise. Although there was surprise in his eyes, his expression remained unchanged: "That's really amazing, but I still prefer Shaolingye Lao's poems."
"Oh, I forgot to mention it. Mr. Shaolingye is also his nickname!" Wei Jie turned around and smiled.
"Really?" Qu Jianbin looked confused, and everyone else looked like they couldn't believe it.
Wei Jie said nothing. With a wave of his hand, the screen in front of him floated in front of them: "See for yourself!"
On the screen, you can clearly see the account whose online name is Shaoling Yelao, whose real name is Yang Junyu, and there is also a photo of him.
"This... he opens two accounts to write poems by himself? There won't be anything else, right?" Zhao Xuewen asked.
"These are the only two anonymous numbers in his name. The rest are used for daily communication with people." Wei Jie replied.
Anman frowned: "Why do you need to open two accounts?"
"Who knows, I can only ask myself..." Wei Jie shrugged, "Why don't you ask?"
"Forget it, it has nothing to do with the secret guards anyway." Anman shook his head, "As long as the background check is OK."
…
While they were discussing here, Yang Junyu, who had completed the physical examination and tests, also returned to the second group conference room.
As soon as he opened the door and walked in, Anman had already brought a pen and asked him to sign the agreement.
Yang Junyu picked it up and did not sign immediately. Instead, he read the various terms first.
The main reason is that I don't know the specific difference between this secret guard and other armies.
Overall, it feels pretty good. During the internship, the salary is 6,500 per month, plus various subsidies and allowances, etc., which totals close to 8,000.
At present, the average monthly salary of ordinary white-collar workers in Chang'an is just over 6,000.
Generally speaking, this treatment is quite good, although Yang Junyu himself is not short of money.
My family is in the entertainment industry, and my eldest brother manages the company, so he belongs to the bourgeoisie.
After reading the terms and conditions, I had no objections, so I signed and fingerprinted directly.
In this day and age, I am afraid that only special organizations like secret guards still use paper documents to sign.
Even for ordinary troops, basically everything is electronic nowadays.
Nowadays, many people under the age of sixty have never even held a pen in their lives.
After technology is highly developed, there are too many things that are gradually becoming obsolete.
Nowadays, when children learn to write in online classes, they write directly in the air with their fingers, without the need for a pen.
Only those who learn calligraphy still use a pen to write.
After graduating from elementary school, you basically no longer need to write with your hands, or even type by yourself, because the voice input method has penetrated into all walks of life.
With the assistance of the intelligent system of the personal terminal, even complex mathematical equations can be easily written.
After signing, Wei Jie took it over and looked at it, then smiled: "As expected of a great poet, you have specially practiced this word, right?"
"What a great poet, just write for fun..." Yang Junyu smiled and waved his hand.
"Write it yourself and let the president of the Poetry Association send you a message in person?" Wei Jie asked with a smile.
"Well, let's just call it a hobby. I really don't want to develop in this area." Yang Junyu replied.
When I publish those poems on the Internet, I simply feel that since I have come to the Tang Dynasty, I always want these poems to shine here and not be buried.
Although this Datang basically has nothing to do with the original Datang.
Zhao Xuewen suddenly came over: "Brother, I really didn't expect you to have this ability. You must teach me well in the future..."
The other two people also came over to say good things, but Qu Jianbin was the only one squatting in the corner and sighing, not knowing what just happened.
"By the way, the gun she just gave you will be your weapon from now on. In addition, I upgraded your terminal system and installed Qingluan's system assistant..." With that, Wei Jie led him into Jianfu The terminal that had been taken away at the door was handed over.
Yang Junyu took it and hung it on his ear, and a familiar interface appeared in his sight again.
Qingluan is the oldest, most powerful and most powerful intelligent program in the Tang Empire.
It is said that it has been hundreds of years since its birth, and it has developed from an artificially retarded person who can't do anything to the point where it now assists the royal family in managing the entire country.
"Hello, Qingluan!" Yang Junyu said hello.
Then the screen in front of him flashed slightly, and a crisp female voice with a hint of machinery sounded in the earphones: "Voiceprint, iris scan completed! Hello, trainee secret guard Yang Junyu, I am the highest intelligence brain of the Tang Empire, Qing Luan! Your personal assistant Xiaolu will be fully monitored by me from now on..."
After listening to Qingluan explain a few precautions, Yang Junyu said he understood.
This must be answered seriously, as it is equivalent to signing to a certain extent.
While Yang Junyu was answering Qingluan, a man in camouflage uniforms knocked on the door and came in, handing Anman a new prosthetic leg.
She took it and looked at it, then pulled up her sleeves and started installing it.
Yang Junyu also took the opportunity to see the entirety of her left arm. About three centimeters below the elbow, it was no longer her own skin, but a shiny metal disc.
A raised metal buckle can be seen in the middle of the disc. If I guessed correctly, this metal buckle should be connected to her bones.
Then he watched her easily install the prosthetic leg that was delivered to her, then moved her fingers and clenched her fists twice. It seemed that there was no problem.
At this time, there was almost no problem with her arm, except for the three-centimetre-wide metal circle at the connection.
However, as long as she wears long sleeves or ties a ribbon on her arm, it is completely invisible that her left hand is a prosthetic limb. It even feels warm and elastic to the touch.
Nowadays, clothes have temperature adjustment devices. Even in summer, it is normal to wear long sleeves.
"Are you interested in prosthetics?" While Yang Junyu was observing Anman's prosthetics, Wei Jie came over from nowhere and asked curiously.
"Well, not really." Yang Junyu replied, "I'm just somewhat curious."
"Ah, I understand!" Wei Jie squinted her eyes and nodded, "Some people really like this. Ninety years ago, I don't know if you have seen something on the Internet. A man cut his wife's legs off. I cut it off just because I wanted her to have a prosthetic limb..."
"I'm not that perverted." Yang Junyu quickly interrupted her.
Wei Jie chuckled: "I didn't say you were that kind of person! Well, there is nothing to do today. You can go back first. Remember to come to work tomorrow. Your electronic ID has been sent to you..."
After saying that, he added: "Don't be late, there will be action!"
