Chapter 41 second quarter

The customs officer just now was named Jugolos Sobadarsa, and he has worked in this customs declaration space station intermittently for half his life. On average, every three months, he spends one month in space.He doesn't care about this kind of life, anyway, he can just take this opportunity to read books, listen to music, and stay away from his wife and his only son who is growing up. But two years ago, the customs chief had been replaced by a dreamer, which made him feel almost unbearable.This executive, who often behaved oddly for no reason, simply because he had been given instructions in a dream, was the worst kind of guy.

Soba Darza himself was not willing to believe this at all, but he was very cautious and never made his thoughts public.Because most Sachels have idealistic tendencies, if others think he is a materialist, the soon-to-be-earned pension may be ruined. Now, he stroked the two tufts on his chin with both hands—the right tuft with his right hand, and the left tuft with his left.Then he coughed loudly, and then pretended to ask casually in an unnatural tone, "Is that the spaceship, Director?" The director also has a typical Sechelle name - Namaras Gedi Savata.At this time, he was immersed in studying the data spit out by the computer. When he heard this sentence, he didn't even raise his head, but asked instead: "What spaceship?"

"It's the 'Far Star', the spacecraft at the base, the one I just released, and we've done holograms from every angle. Is it the spacecraft you dreamed about?" Gedi Savata immediately raised his head. He was a small man, his eyes were almost filled with black eyeballs, and there were fine wrinkles around the eye sockets, but none of the wrinkles were the result of laughing too much.He asked again: "Why are you asking this?" Soba Dalsa immediately straightened his face, his dark and bushy eyebrows were locked together. "They claim to be tourists, but I've never seen a spacecraft like this before. I think they are spies sent by the base."

Gedi Savata's upper body leaned against the back of the chair, and his head was raised higher. "Listen, boy, no matter how hard I try to recall, I can't recall ever asking for your advice." "But Director, I consider it a patriotic duty to point that out..." Gaedi Savata folded his arms across his chest and glared sternly at his men.Under the stare of his superior, the subordinate (although his appearance and manners were better than his superior) hurriedly lowered his head, pretending to be ashamed. Gedi Savata said: "Boy, if you know the good and the bad, you should do more and talk less, otherwise I promise you will not receive a pension. If I hear you talking again about things that have nothing to do with you, Then you're not far from retirement."

Sobadarsa said humbly, "Yes, sir." Then, he added in a humble and insincere tone: "Sir, within the scope of my duties, should I report to you that another spaceship has entered the range of the surveillance screen?" "You have reported it." Gedi Savata said angrily, and then continued with the original work. "Besides," Sobadarza said in an even humbler voice, "its appearance and features are very similar to the one I just let go." Gedi Savata put his hands on the desk and stood up abruptly. "Another ship?" Zorba Dalsa chuckled inwardly, the cruel old bastard (he meant the director), apparently did not dream of two such spaceships.Then he said again: "Seems right, sir! I'm going back to my post right now, I hope, sir..."

"How about it?" Sobadarza couldn't take it anymore, and regardless of whether it would endanger his pension, he blurted out: "I hope, sir, we didn't let go of what shouldn't be."