"Hahahaha!" A burst of hearty laughter rang out in Orbital's new command center.
An unusually tall and burly middle-aged man stroked his short, strong beard with one hand and patted General Morgan on the shoulder with the other. He smiled and said: "Old man Morgan, don't leave in such a hurry! Although you are no longer the commander-in-chief. But the handover hasn't been completed yet, how can I leave first? You have to wait until everything is done, right?"
Admiral Morgan's face was livid, he stared at the man with an evil look, and said coldly: "Crasus, I have already resigned, why are I still here? Are you waiting to be humiliated by you?"
The middle-aged man laughed again and said: "That's okay! The relationship between you and me is not good to begin with. How can you forget what happened 20 years ago so quickly? It doesn't matter if you forget, as long as I can't forget! Anyway, you can’t leave until the handover is over, and federal laws are not just for good looks. I think the scenery here is pretty good, and you won’t get tired of seeing this blue sun for more than a month.”
The admiral's face turned green and white, and he said coldly: "Crasus, you are so proud right now, but be careful if the boat capsizes one day, it will not end well then!"
Crassus smiled and said: "I don't have many advantages. I am just a little self-aware, and I am also good at judging people. Until now, I have not suffered any setbacks, and my position is not bad. As for my opponents, there are more Something happened to the young ones, and they slowly fell down one by one, and they couldn't be seen anymore. But don't worry, old man, you are not the last one, there are still people behind you! Although there are not many. Oh, Come on, get my uniform!"
Two beautiful and beautiful officers came like the wind and presented them with a general's uniform. The middle-aged man stretched out his hand to put it on, buttoning the buttons one by one, and then specially wiped the general star on the epaulette. He wiped them one by one, showing off so hard that people couldn't bear to look at them.
On Crassus' shoulders are four general stars, which are the first-level federal generals. And Morgan has three general stars on his shoulders, which means he is a general, which is one level lower. This level difference is no small matter. Morgan can command a legion of no more than 500,000 people, or an elite legion plus an ordinary legion. Crassus had the authority to command a large army of about one million, or an integrated federal fleet.
When the 7th Marine Corps arrived on Planet 4, Chrysler, who was also an admiral, did not listen to Morgan's command very much. But if it were Admiral Crassus, Chrysler would not dare to disobey the command.
The problem is that Crassus' fourth general star is very new, very new, and has only been installed for less than a month. He only received the fourth general star because he took up the post of commander of the n77 theater.
So he rubbed this star seven or eight times in front of Morgan, and it was almost bald.
The old admiral's face was as dark as water, but at this moment, the level was one level lower, and he could not attack or walk away. He knew very well that the person in front of him looked generous, but in fact he was extremely petty, and he would retaliate for his anger. He had no personal ethics at all, and had no idea how to write words such as shame and bottom line. With this resignation, Morgan's career in the military has come to an end, while Crassus is still rising. For the sake of his descendants and family, the old general had to endure this tone. After making this guy feel comfortable, maybe the subsequent series of measures will be withdrawn.
However, the admiral still underestimated the difficulty of forbearance.
Crassus wiped the general's star, then patted the old general on the shoulder hard, and said: "Calling you old man is not a derogatory term. Your years in the army are much older than mine. It really depends on your age, I say Maybe you should call your daughter Auntie. Oh, by the way, she’s not here, it’s okay, I’ll write her a letter later.”
The admiral's cheek twitched slightly and he remained silent.
Crassus' laughter turned into a smile, and finally said: "Old man, you are good at everything, but your promotion is a little slow. I don't know whether it is because of lack of strength, bad luck, or both. But then again , if you are really capable, the relationship between us will not be bad, right? Those who can be beaten are enemies, and those who cannot be beaten are brothers, hahaha!"
He finally came to an end, and with a gesture, he was sent to the general's office. Morgan originally had his own flagship, but Crassus directly detained Morgan on his flagship in the name of handover needs, and assigned him an office and a dormitory.
After a while, the admiral arrived at the temporary office. Standing in this small space of less than 10 square meters, he could no longer express his anger. Morgan sat directly behind his desk and began handling the handover.
If the office is like this, the dormitory must not be much better. However, Admiral Morgan had already predicted it. If this were not the case, it would not be Crassus.
Crassus, who had changed into military uniform, sat in his special chair, with dozens of meters of floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, where he could fully appreciate the blue sun and the beautiful scenery of the universe. His office covers an area of 800 square meters and is decorated with originality. On the image projected in the center at this moment, there is a scene of old Morgan working hard behind the desk.
Crassus smiled slightly, made a sound, and the image of old Morgan disappeared. He knocked on the table again, and the office door slid open silently, and a beautiful female lieutenant colonel came in.
"Go and call Kun over. Let me see if he has missed any of his homework."
A moment later, a shuttle boat flew over and leaned against the flagship. After another moment, Kun stood in front of Crassus.
Crassus stood up, walked around Kun several times, and finally reached out and wiped Kun's epaulette, even though there was no dust on it. But after he passed by, the star became a little unstable.
Kun's face was dark and uncertain, as if he was about to run away.
"Hahahaha!" Crassus laughed heartily.
Kun shuddered when he heard this signature laugh.
Crassus patted Kun's shoulder heavily, and the epaulets were a little unsteady with this pat: "Why do you look like this? You don't want to see me? That's okay, how about I call your little senior sister..."
"Don't!!" Kun wailed.
Crassus frowned and said, "What's your reaction? Your little senior sister always talks about you when she has nothing to do. How come you have become so ungrateful?"
"No, I, I just..." Kun calmed down and said, "Don't you handle military affairs? This battle is quite difficult."
With Kun's personality, he rarely uses the word you.
Crassus smiled and said: "War is just a routine matter. No matter how you fight, you will win. Your homework for the school entrance examination is more important now, otherwise I will not be able to get a good grade from the teacher. Tell me, what have you achieved in the past two years? The achievement of the assassination? If there is a feat like the failed assassination last time, remember to mention it."
Kun knew that Crassus had his own intelligence channels. If he lied and was found out after the fact, the consequences would not be good.
However, as soon as he knew that Crassus was coming, Kun had already begun to prepare for this moment. He took a deep breath and said: "In the past two years, my most important progress is that I have a deep understanding of macroeconomic operations. At the same time, I have also made a qualitative leap in research on industry trends and corporate operations. To put it simply, my current Research on capital markets is also at the forefront in the entire federation..."
"Okay, okay, you can brag better than me!" Crassus covered his face and couldn't listen anymore. "Let's be honest, how much money did you make?"
Kun had some different opinions: "I'm talking about my academic achievements. What does it have to do with whether I make money or not?"
Crassus snorted, "Aren't you studying economics and capital markets? How can you talk about academic achievements if you can't even make money! Why, do you think losing money proves that you understand your research?"
Kun was speechless for a moment, but Crassus was right. Academic achievements in this area must eventually be put into practical use. The performance of the capital market is very simple. Black is black and white is white. Numbers speak for themselves and there is no room for ambiguity. Either make more than others, or lose less, there is no other reason. Of course, if you can't do this, you have to think of other excuses, such as investment philosophy, beliefs, obsessions, etc. In short, what you lose is not money, but feelings.
Kun reluctantly told the number.
"What?" Crassus didn't hear clearly for a moment.
Kun took a deep breath and doubled his volume: "16.5 billion!"
"Ha..." The ha in the back gradually disappeared, and Crassus could no longer laugh. He stroked his beard, stared at Kun, as if he were staring at a roasted rabbit, and said slowly: "So good at blowing?"
Kun had already opened his account and stood in front of Crassus: "Look, the current market value is 18.1 billion, and the comprehensive cost is 1.5 billion, so the profit is a little more than 16.5 billion."
Crassus said: "You've made so much money, why don't you settle it?"
"No! I don't think so. My research results show that it still has a lot of room for growth, at least double."
Crassus put away his smile, became much more serious, and said: "If you end it now, then the result of this assessment will undoubtedly be excellent, and the teacher will be very happy. Well, it is just a bit unprofessional, but since you make money , then this is a trivial matter. But if it is not resolved, your performance in this assessment will become a water line. If it drops in the future, you will have to make up for the water line in the next assessment before your score can be calculated. .”
"I understand, but I don't sell it."
"It's a good thing to be so confident. You've passed the test this time." Crassus smiled again and reached out to wipe Kun's epaulette. This time, the star shone a lot.
"If nothing happens, I'll go back."
With a sunny smile, Crassus asked: "Don't you want to get some more points? Do you want to test your melee combat skills? So as not to have another embarrassing incident like a failed assassination."
Kun was suddenly startled, firmly refused, and then ran away without giving Crassus any chance to convince him.
Watching Kun's figure disappearing away, Crassus shook his head helplessly, opened Phil and Hathaway's information, and thought about what to talk about for a while. However, Kun's performance this time was so unexpected that Crassus always felt a little uneasy, so he opened the account information Kun sent and looked at it carefully.
As he looked at it, his expression changed: "Light years?! Do you think it can still rise?! This brat thinks I'm not your little senior sister, so I can't beat you to death, right?"
