"Apparently something like hydroponics? And the project seems to be some kind of special. Oh well, it's not so interesting anymore," Dara thought.

"After all, these are not eco products, but chemistry, special compounds. They were interested in this in the 60-70-80s of the 20th century. Now it thrives only in China and the USA."

System. "That's right! You're right! You don't need chemistry! You already have magical soil cheat, everything is ecologically clean!"

"In addition, in such artificial environments, all sorts of strange viruses appear, and human immunity is poorly adapted to them," the system noted.

"So I don't even have to choose anything here?" raising his eyebrow, surprised Dara.

"Yes, if you take from here, something the quest will not be completed, go look further!" said the system.

"d.a.m.n ... no luck, I'm tired, my legs hurt, but then you need to look and look again" ?! started to complain, Dara.

"And what do you think is so simple"? the system mocked him.

Two slick cars drove out of the capital. Black SUVs G 350 BlueTEC Mercedes Gelandewagen. They were once made for the army of the Iranian Shah. But this happened in 1979 ... cars never got into Shah Iran. But they became the property of the elite as mafiosi and cool security officials, clans and other rich and influential.

Dark gla.s.s. They raced at high speed. After a couple of moments, the cars were already standing in the courtyard of Dara's farm. And Fang, discouraged, stared at them with surprise and some apprehension.

"Where, master? Who are you? Are you registered? Show me the doc.u.ments!" shouts were heard from several young men in spotted suits.

"d.a.m.n, what an a.s.s!" flashed through Fang's head.

Fang hesitated as he thought what to do, how to answer questions.

Suddenly, a walkie-talkie from one of the young people growled "Hey, grenade 34, what the h.e.l.l did you go to the farm"?

"Who gave you permission?"

"If you don't come back an idiot in 20 minutes, then you and your entire department will go privates to the desert for a practical training course for 3 years!"

"You understand me, garnet 34. End of communication, idiot!"

An oppressive silence fell.

Fang stared blankly at the people. They looked at each other. Then, embarra.s.sed, they lowered their eyes to the ground. One by one, they quietly got into cars. Turned around. They left as quickly as they arrived.

Fang stared at the departing cars with an absurd expression.

"Well, what the f.u.c.k was that?" "Who is this? Why did they come? What did they need? Why ask for doc.u.ments? Then, in a minute, get into the car and explain nothing to leave ?! d.a.m.n, what kind of country is this so strange ?!"

Half an hour has pa.s.sed. Capital. State Security Office.

Cabinet.

Red carpet. There are 6 officers on it. Opposite them is a table, solid, oak, with a general sitting on a leather armchair. The windows are hung with dark, green curtains.

"Well, you idiots, do you understand that now you have almost made the most stupid mistake in your whole worthless life?"

The officers were silent. They were not personnel. They did not knead mud in the desert after rain. They did not go from the garrison to the garrison. They did not swallow dust in the steppe. These were the children of the elite who graduated from universities, military departments. Received the rank of lieutenant. Then they graduated 2 years of the academy, received the rank of captain. And that's all. No more practice. Appointed thanks to parental ties and a good clan background in management. They did not even understand the basics of politics.

"China is our main ally. Mr. Fang, a representative of the Chinese corporation. Idiots! Besides, he is a friend of the respected Dara. And his grandfather Feruz is the Sage! And his uncle is married to Hontur. The daughter of a famous clan in our country! You want to close our control"?

"So, after consulting with your clans, we decided to send you to a desert camp for further training for 1 year. You will equip it there, we will do it for employees. Get ready! A truck will drop by you tonight! Rejoice, you kept the ranks!"

A helicopter flew from the capital. The sound of the engine running and heard Dara.

The guys in spotted costumes deftly climbed the hill. Found an old man. They put together a tent and flew with it to a holiday home in the mountains. So that the tariff is dispelled and not engaged in amateur performances.

Hill, cordoned off, mesh netting. They hung signs that this is a private territory. They put two plastic houses and put 4 guards. The whole issue with the project and the hill was resolved.

Dara, when he was coming down the hill from the other side, was surprised to see the gate and the fence. He was silently missed.

2 hours pa.s.sed and he still did not find the remaining remedies for treatment. This was the failure of the mission, before sunset, there was still 4 hours left.

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hydroponics

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHpNu4_6uc0