RPAGF Chapter 930 What the heck is this? You're going to drink this like a beverage?
Chapter 930 What the heck is this? You're going to drink this like a beverage?
Uncle Jin took the book "The Art of War" and sat down at the reading table by the window.
The afternoon sun slanted in through the high window, casting bright spots of light on the table in front of him.
He casually placed the cup of coffee he had just bought next to the spot of light, and then seemingly unintentionally adjusted the angle of the cup.
A wondrous thing happened. As sunlight passed through the glass filled with dark brown liquid, a strange refraction occurred, casting irregular patches of light onto the open pages of "The Art of War."
If someone observes closely, they will find that this patch of light is not uniform; it seems to contain extremely fine, varying shades of tiny spots, scattered like stars within the halo.
Uncle Jin leaned slightly forward, casually flipping through "The Art of War" with one hand, his gaze seemingly immersed in ancient wisdom. His other hand rested nonchalantly on the table, his fingers moving extremely slightly, as if unconsciously tapping out a rhythm.
Uncle Jin's eyes were calm, his expression relaxed, and he would occasionally nod slightly when he read a "brilliant" sentence, just like a scholar immersed in reading.
There were no unnecessary movements, no suspicious notes, not even a focused gaze on the spot of light!
All the decoding operations were completed at high speed in his mind, beneath his lowered eyelids.
As the sunlight moved slowly, the spots of light on the book pages changed subtly.
Uncle Jin subtly turned the tea canister with his fingers, adjusting the "light source" to project the new "information segment".
To outsiders, it appears to be a tranquil scene of reading: an enthusiast of Eastern culture, sipping tea and studying ancient military texts in the afternoon sunlight.
However, beneath this tranquility, a silent intelligence-deciphering operation is underway.
Using light, the most natural and imperceptible medium, and drawing upon the profound classic *The Art of War* as his model, the top-secret instructions from his homeland were clearly unfolding in his mind, word by word…
Regarding the confirmation of the "Huang Shiren Plan" and the strategy for the next move in using Junichiro as a pawn.
As the sunlight shifted, the slivers of light on the pages gradually faded. Uncle Jin's pupils contracted slightly; the decoding had entered its final stage, with only a few crucial points of light remaining to be confirmed. His fingertips were preparing to subtly adjust the angle of the canister again, capturing that decisive moment of light and shadow.
In that split second!
A chubby hand covered with light-colored hair.
With a whoosh, it suddenly shot out from behind his shoulder without warning, and with a thud, gripped the coffee cup on the table like an iron clamp!
The scattered specks of light that were originally reflected on the book pages suddenly disappeared without a trace as the cup was twisted.
The air in the archives room seemed to freeze instantly, the ticking of the old-fashioned wall clock suddenly became exceptionally jarring, and even the sound of the wind outside the window seemed to stop.
Only the low hiss of the ceiling fan in the corner of the archives room could be heard...
Anyone who is so abruptly interrupted at such a crucial and private moment would be deeply shaken.
However, just before Uncle Jin's fingers touched the cup, they changed into an extremely natural movement, as if he had simply put them down because he was disturbed.
His back remained straight, and even his breathing rhythm showed no obvious disorder.
He didn't even turn around, simply letting that large hand grip the coffee cup, and then, in a tone of quiet helplessness characteristic of someone interrupted from reading, calmly spoke to the air:
Anderson, when did you develop this rude habit of snatching cold coffee from other people?
A low groan came from behind, carrying a sense of frustration at a failed plan.
The large hand released the cup, and a fat man with a buzz cut walked around to the front of the table. He was Anderson, the logistics director of the fleet base.
“Damn it, Kim! Can’t you just once act like a normal person and get scared?” Anderson complained, plopping down in the chair opposite Uncle Kim.
His gaze slowly swept over the Art of War on the table and the coffee cup that had been taken away and then put back.
Uncle Jin then slowly raised his head, naturally moved his coffee cup aside, and wore that harmless, gentle smile on his face:
If you try to ambush me with a cup of hot coffee next time, maybe I'll consider giving you the reaction you want. Is the Seventh Fleet's briefing over so early?
Anderson rolled his eyes in annoyance, his attention seemingly successfully diverted: "Don't even mention it, it's incredibly boring! So I slipped out to catch my breath. And you, on the other hand, are you studying those old Chinese relics again?"
Upon hearing this, Uncle Jin raised an eyebrow, his tone full of mockery:
"Anderson... Anderson... I seriously suspect that you found your West Point diploma... Oh no, you've never even been there, otherwise how could you not know that this book is a regular on West Point's 'top-tier must-read list'?"
Uncle Jin's statement was not unfounded.
"The Art of War" was translated and introduced to the West as early as the beginning of the 20th century, and its strategic ideas are highly regarded.
Especially after the end of Season 2, with in-depth research into Eastern strategic thinking, this ancient Eastern military treatise has been listed as an important reference textbook and a must-read classic by many Western military academies.
At West Point, it is regarded as an excellent model for understanding asymmetric warfare, strategic deception, and psychological games. It is an important reading for cadets to broaden their military thinking and is said to be the only classic Eastern military strategy text required reading in the curriculum.
Anderson shrugged, grabbed the coffee cup on the table, tilted his head back, and gulped down the already cold coffee in one go. Then he wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
"Military academy? If you have a four-star general recommending you, graduating will be a piece of cake..."
"Let's not talk about this anymore, Jin! You're so outdated!"
Anderson clicked his tongue, looking disgusted. "Why are you still drinking this old-fashioned, bitter stuff! Come on, try this! The 'vitality fountain' of the new era!"
As he spoke, he presented the slightly steaming cup in his hand to Uncle Jin without saying a word, as if presenting a treasure.
Uncle Jin looked down and saw that the cup contained the same dark brown liquid, but it had a unique, slightly sweet herbal aroma.
This smell...
Uncle Jin picked up the cup and carefully took a sip.
Holy crap! Isn't this Banlangen syrup?
After these things were shipped out of Hong Kong, weren't they all sent to southern Vietnam? How come Anderson still has them?
Uncle Jin tilted his head back and took another big gulp.
The warm liquid swirls in the mouth, and a distinct sweetness spreads first, but upon closer tasting, a faint bitterness, reminiscent of plants from one's hometown, lingers on the back of the tongue.
This familiar yet unfamiliar taste sent a slight shiver through him...
It's been so long since I've been home!
"How is it? Delicious, right?" Anderson winked and grinned smugly.
“Anderson,” Uncle Kim put down his cup, his expression somewhat strange, “if I remember correctly, this seems to be some kind of… medicine?”