Chapter 787: The Base's Arrangements

"As for the Base, leaving it to Changsheng is enough. The Base will enter a state of total lockdown; for these three years, no one will return to the Base." An Yinan narrowed her eyes and stated her plan.

"Not returning?" Siweike wanted to lift his head again, but such a movement was very inconvenient. He could not see An Yinan's expression, and from her tone alone, he could not discern her thoughts.

"Correct, not returning."

An Yinan answered first, then twisted and pulled out the Silver Needles one by one. There were a full hundred of them, and even for her, there was a sense of exhaustion at this moment.

"During these days, I will take Lao Weiya with me to let him experience the customs of Huaxia. Huaxia has many ambitious youths; I think he will find his own happiness in that place."

"Aila needs to study. With his current illiterate state, I fear someone could trick him away with a piece of candy later on!"

Speaking of Aila, An Yinan was truly somewhat helpless; he was indeed a master of the playful mindset.

But he was the youngest child, and whether it was Lao Weiya or the people before him, they all doted on him. He had spent very little time abroad, and the missions he could be tasked with were all carefully selected.

His mind was somewhat simple, even carrying a touch of naivety. He needed to accumulate well and also needed to increase his own depth and substance.

"Illiteracy is unacceptable."

Thinking of this, An Yinan frowned and said it again with certainty.

Siweike could see her expression this time, but that disdain was truly exposed without reservation.

"As for you, eight years of Cold Poison—I'm afraid the Volcanic Spring can no longer suppress it, right? Is it feeling increasingly painful to soak in the Volcanic Spring?" An Yinan had been putting away the Silver Needles, and when she said this, she lifted her eyes to look at Siweike.

She happened to meet Siweike's gaze. Regarding his own people, Siweike had nothing to hide.

"Correct, especially after the fifth year. Each time the soaking duration is double that of the previous year, and the pain is even doubled."

He said it lightly, as if it were not he who was enduring it.

"So you must come with me. By my side, whenever the Cold Poison flares up, it will need Golden Needles to suppress it."

"Especially now that the medicine is incomplete, and it is unknown how long the preparation time will take."

An Yinan disinfected all the Silver Needles, then put them away, sat on a stool to the side, and handed over the notebook in her hand. "I have looked at the operations of Demon and Angel; these are some suggestions I have given. Pass them to them when the time comes, and let them arrange things according to their own circumstances."

She was only responsible for giving suggestions; as for how to settle things, that was their own business.

Especially regarding Angel, she had given relatively more suggestions.

As for Demon, she was not yet very familiar with their system, so she did not give many suggestions, and many of them were management-related.

"Good, I will arrange it." Siweike only took a glance and memorized everything. His conviction in An Yinan increased by quite a bit in his heart.

When Lao Weiya managed things in the past, everyone did their own thing, as if they were loose sand.

Lao Weiya also rarely managed them; apart from the start time of the Gun King Special Training, where he needed to determine training missions and instructors, he left them to their own devices at other times.

But when An managed things, it was more like a fire. She was good at discovering people's strengths and also good at discovering their personality traits. For everyone's development, she only provided suggestions; as for how to arrange it, that was up to the individual.

However, he had observed carefully: as long as the suggestions given by An were followed, they were very useful for reference and were much more meaningful than their ignorant lives.

"Have you made your decision?" Siweike suddenly asked.

An Yinan looked at him blankly. She had just been pondering the matter of the medicine and was caught off guard by the question, not reacting immediately.

"About the transfer in Eagle Country." Siweike added.

An Yinan smiled and nodded. "Of course, I must experience the enthusiasm of the people of Eagle Country."

With her matter-of-fact posture, one couldn't tell where her confidence came from.

"Fine, with the three of us here, plus those two, we can surely protect you." Siweike nodded and said no more in opposition.

However, he thought that he needed to have Angel and Demon set up defenses in Eagle Country, especially those in the shadows; they needed to be sufficient.

"As for the three people outside, a small punishment is a warning."

Just as the few of them were discussing the return route, Chen Xun spoke up unintentionally, looking at his wife.

An Yinan patted her forehead. To be honest, she had truly forgotten about the three people outside. She had first been thinking about Siweike's treatment plan, then about the return route.

"Forgot, forgot."

She hurriedly got up and walked outside. Siweike followed her out. Every time he saw the people outside arranged in bizarre shapes, he gained a deeper understanding of An Yinan's eccentric sense of humor.

"I'm dead." Aila was in a one-legged stance, toes touching the ground, arms spread wide, his head still tilted toward the sky. Now he felt that his limbs were no longer his own.

He lay horizontally on the ground, feeling for the first time how important it was to have one's feet firmly on the ground!

Next, An Yinan pulled the Silver Needles from Mifeilin's body. Mifeilin squatted on the ground, gasping for air. She had her feet on the ground, but what the hell was this split? And the chest-caving posture—would her chest get smaller? Ah? Ah?

She jumped up, immediately stretched her waist, and pinched the base of her thighs, feeling incredibly lucky that she hadn't had time to change into a pretty little dress after exercising today, otherwise she would have been exposed!

Finally, An Yinan walked in front of Zhang Qian. Looking at his face, which was purple from holding his breath, she somewhat mischievously did not pull out the Silver Needles, but instead took a blade of grass and rolled it repeatedly on Zhang Qian's nose.

With the Silver Needles fixing his acupoints, Zhang Qian could not dodge, nor could he even sneeze, yet the itchy sensation on his nose was real.

What kind of torture was this?

Siweike, Changsheng, Chen Xun, Aila, and Mifeilin—even Lao Weiya in the surveillance room—were all looking at Zhang Qian with faces full of sympathy at this moment, but as for pleading for him, that was something they could not do!

They were not as tough as Zhang Qian to provoke An Yinan directly; how could they dare?

"An Yinan, you are truly ruthless." When the Silver Needles were pulled out, Zhang Qian spat out a sentence, then hid in a corner and started sneezing incessantly.

To describe his posture: standing on one leg, the other leg extended straight back, head lunging forward—it had the visual effect of Chang'e flying to the moon, though it lacked a bit of aesthetic appeal.

It could be said to be a miserable sight!

Everyone looked at the incessantly sneezing Zhang Qian, constantly warning themselves in their hearts not to offend An Yinan.

Mifeilin and Aila exchanged a glance. Hmm... without comparison, there is no sense of happiness. Now they felt that the punishment for them was still considered light!

It must be said that people are always compared in this way.