This was a very special dinner.
A group of senior officers and generals stood together and sang the Navy's military song, then they actually took off their military uniforms and rowed on the lake.
After playing in the water for a while, everyone returned to the shore. After a simple tidying up, they changed into their ironed military uniforms and began to enjoy dinner.
The only one who was not a soldier was Lynch.
During dinner, no one discussed anything special. It was very quiet and fast during dinner. Only after dinner did the atmosphere recede from the somewhat serious atmosphere during dinner.
Lynch didn't know if this was some kind of military habit, but he treated it as if it was.
"This is our head steward!"
After dinner, his excellency, Lynch, and a major general went to the side to chat, and the others spontaneously avoided the place.
The "housekeeper" introduced by his excellency looked to be in his forties or fifties, with some gray hair, but he looked very energetic and not fat.
In his excellency's introduction, this housekeeper was responsible for the logistics of the East Coast Navy.
This also included the placement of some retired warships, which were the responsibility of logistics.
Although it was said to be retired, in fact, many warships were still in service, but the new military expansion plan and the new warship budget were approved. All the Navy wanted to drive new warships, so what about those currently in service?
They could only be retired, but it would be a pity to retire them. Among them, the best ones were all changed to training ships for daily training.
But there will be some left.
There is still a big gap between warships and civilian cargo ships, and certain modifications are needed.
But even if warships have been modified, there are often a lot of traces left. These traces may be nothing in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of some military experts, they can use these traces to infer some important parameters.
So even if warships are retired, there is rarely a chance for them to enter the civilian field, and more of them are used as target ships in training.
It is a pity to do so.
However, Lynch is a trustworthy person, and with some disguises and modifications, some retired warships may not be impossible to change into transport ships, not to mention that there are military transport ships, and they also need to be retired.
They will claim that these ships have been sunk during training, but in fact, they are in other places, continuing their mission. This is also a kind of new life.
Money?
Of course, he had to pay to buy things.
Lin Qi shook hands with the logistics major general and chatted for a while. After understanding Lin Qi's needs, they set up a new time.
This was the lieutenant general's party, and they didn't intend to turn it into a business negotiation.
It was not until 8 pm that Lynch left the manor of the lieutenant general and returned home.
When he entered the community, Lynch noticed that there were two homeless people on the side of the road. The community security guard was negotiating with them.
As one of the famous wealthy districts in Boone, the Hillside Villa District had always been known throughout the Federation for its high-class community environment. How could they tolerate the presence of two homeless people here?
Of course, Lynch only glanced at it before looking away. The security guards of the community service company would take care of everything. They had to be worthy of their monthly salary.
It was not that Lynch looked down on homeless people or the poor. He had never thought or done so. It was just that the Federation's homeless people were not worthy of sympathy.
In fact, the Federation had plenty of experience and measures to deal with homeless people. For example, relief stations would provide free food and accommodation. These were all paid for by the municipal budget. The homeless didn't have to bear a single cent of the cost.
As long as they registered, if they didn't want to go home or didn't have a home to go back to, the aid station would also arrange some work for them. Of course, it was some heavy labor work.
Since they were already homeless, they didn't have to consider whether the accommodation was good, the food was good, and the work was easy.
In other words, the Federation had a whole process to turn homeless people into workers at the bottom of society, but the homeless people were not willing to use the help of society and the Federation government. They were not willing to contribute their cheap physical strength to society and capitalists. These people were really bad.
They would rather lie on the street, beg for some pocket money from passers-by, and live a muddle-headed life all day than work hard to change their lives.
Therefore, these people were not worthy of sympathy at all.
Some time ago, the Federation had released a story about a homeless man who changed his life and became a winner in life. The actors' superb performances and excellent script did not move the homeless men. They were still lazy and gluttonous, becoming the city's trash.
One of the two homeless people was Sanchez.
From the outside, he didn't look like before at all. In addition, the Federation people didn't have a deep impression of him, so it was difficult to recognize him at first glance. He approached the place safely.
Earlier, he had even snuck into the villa area in the middle of the mountain.
This was thanks to the "Federation people's inexplicable trust in other people's morals and upbringing." To put it simply, all the Federation people hoped that others would abide by the law and be a good five-star citizen.
But in fact, this was impossible.
In Marillo, not only did Sanchez's yard have very high barbed walls, but there were also electric fences on the walls.
He often hung people on the walls and waited for them to slowly die.
But in the Federation, the low fences that could be stepped over by tiptoe could not be called "walls" at all. But the Federation people were still stupid enough to think that they could be used as protection to prevent bad people from invading.
It was f * cking amazing.
When he went in during the day, Lynch was not around. He wandered around the area with a toolman.
As the sky gradually darkened, he had to move closer to the gate. If he was too far away, he couldn't tell if Lynch had returned or not.
Just now, he saw Lynch sitting in the car. Lynch had returned.
"Listen, here's two dollars. I don't care what you do, but don't show up here when I'm on duty. Do you understand?"
The security guard took out the baton at his waist. "Don't force me to do anything to you, okay?"
"Take the money and get out of here!"
If a resident complained, he would be scolded by his boss at the very least. In the worst case, his salary or even bonus would be deducted. He would not allow such a thing to happen.
Sanchez pulled the other toolman he had met along the way and quickly left the place.
The two met in the afternoon.
At that time, Sanchez was looking for an opportunity to enter the mountainside villa area. When he passed by the villa area's side street, he was discovered by this guy.
At that time, this toolman was going through the villa area's trash with other homeless people.
Every year, the villa area's trash would be piled up at the side street's garbage station and wait for the garbage truck to take it away. Before that, the homeless people would sort out the trash as soon as possible.
It had to be said that the trash produced by the top rich people's community was very magical. There was almost everything in there.
For example, the most common trash was small coins. Every day, there would be about a few dozen dollars.
Then there were all kinds of inconspicuous trinkets. These seemingly inconspicuous things could often be sold for dozens or even hundreds of dollars in antique shops.
There was also some food. Many ingredients or cooked food were properly packed in bags and thrown in the garbage dump. This was one of the homeless people's main goals.
As for gold products, some gems and the like were occasionally found, but not often. In short, this had developed into an industry.
In the past, there were more people. Every day, there would be dozens of homeless people gathering here to deal with the daily trash.
A noble lady passing by expressed her uneasiness at the appearance of a large group of homeless people. Then the community service company began to drive them away. However, there would still be people who would take the opportunity to come over.
When the toolman saw Sanchez, he followed him. In the toolman's words, Sanchez was not a good person at first glance. He definitely wanted to enter the community to steal something.
And this was exactly what the toolman wanted to do.
Just picking up things from the garbage dump was enough for his daily needs. If he could steal something, perhaps he would not have to worry about food and rest for the whole month.
Sanchez, whose "secret" was discovered, brought the toolman with him. He needed someone to distract the agents for him.
During the day, when he sneaked in, he found traces of some agents. He needed a helper.
At this time, the toolman bent down to pick up the four coins on the ground under Sanchez's drag and left cursing.
Although he was a toolman homeless person, he had his own personality and dignity.
The two bypassed the main street and came to the garbage station from the side street.
The garbage station had a side door. The wall around the side door was not high, so it was easy to climb up.
There was also a garbage station on the other side of the wall. The weather was getting hotter, and it smelled bad. Not many people would stay here, so it was relatively safe.
After the two of them entered the villa area, Sanchez purposefully brought the toolman to the opposite side of Lynch's villa. They found an unlit villa.
The two of them easily found their way in and found a spare key under the carpet outside the door.
"You go to the second floor, and I'll go to the first floor. Or you go to the first floor, and I'll go to the second floor."
Sanchez stood at the door and looked at the toolman.
"You think I'll be fooled?"
The toolman was a little disdainful of Sanchez's suggestion. "No, I won't be fooled. I want to go to the second floor."
"The TV said that those damn rich people will set up their cloakrooms in their bedrooms. Their safes are the same. I'll go to the second floor, and you go to the first."
Sanchez nodded and entered the room in the dark, while the toolman went up to the second floor in the dark.
After waiting for about three minutes, Sanchez quietly came to the kitchen. He turned on the stove to the lowest flame and put a blanket on the stove.
After doing this, he quickly left and went to Lynch's villa. After walking for about five or six minutes, the blanket that was completely ignited triggered the smoke alarm and alerted the community service company …