"Song!" Qi Weigang smacked his lips and said, "This old man is very good at doing things! If your lecture notes are too low, it may become his help!"

"Old Qi, don't be so implicit." Song He waved his hand and said, "Today is already his help. Now think about it, when we start a war in the field he is good at, our disadvantage is still too great."

"The most I can do is to take a different approach, but he can respond with the experience and background he has accumulated over the years, exposing my shortcomings in reverse and compressing my strategic space."

"When others find that my handouts are not comparable to his background and wisdom, even if we are publicly disclosed that we are the makers of handouts, we will not get the results we expected."

"If the old man works well and helps up one or two police teams, it may make us a jumping clown who shows off his skills."

"This old man is indeed at my master's level and is difficult to deal with."

"No." Xing An was the first to discover that Song He's eyes were once again known as a thief: "Your excitement is simply planning some dangerous things!"

"Old Xing Minrui, you still understand me." Song He smiled: "This kind of steady and steady tactic can indeed erode our living space little by little, and eventually kick us over."

"But all this is based on the premise that we are standing still. If we can grow up in the process of making handouts and bite him tightly, this war will become a tug-of-war of chasing each other."

Lu Jing frowned and said, "We all made handouts based on the content of the books he published, and the most recently published book is the one from two years ago."

"What happened today proves that two years can allow him to accumulate the foundation and research results that crushed us. If it were other books on the topic that were published earlier, I don't think we have the ability to bite him."

"Don't worry, learning mature research results is much more convenient than on-site research. Besides, we can invite foreign aid." Song He laughed and sighed helplessly: "The time for paid blood donation is here again."

More than ten minutes later, Liuyun, who was far away in Qin Xia, happily started the computer, glanced at the 3D printer that had been silent for nearly half a month, and was ready to show his skills.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, when Song He and his party initially studied the next day's lecture topic and copied two crude and inferior trial versions of lecture notes, Song He finally received the file package sent by Liuyun.

After opening the file package, Song He quickly found what he needed.

"I'll go! This money is worth it!" Song He looked at the computer interface with his eyes shining, quickly opening and closing files, and remembering the massive amount of information contained in it firmly in his mind.

Song He's appearance quickly attracted the attention of Qi Weigang and others, and they all came up one after another, but because of Song He's amazing browsing speed, he couldn't see the contents of any file clearly.

"Slow down! I can't even see clearly!" Qi Weigang's voice was like thunder, and the rest of the people protested.

Song He didn't care, his subordinates continued to move quickly and said disdainfully: "Who despised me just now! Didn't it mean that law enforcement officers can't know the law and violate the law? Continue to discuss intellectual property law with me!"

"I thought about it for a moment." Lu Jing said without changing his face: "I feel that you are right. Bart Kahn will share these things with us sooner or later, so why bother to get this knowledge?"

"Old Lu, are you so realistic?"

"You can do all this kind of magical operation that you betray yourself!"

Lu Jing didn't care about his companions' teasing and even secretly approached the computer a little.

Song He was speechless and had to speak: "Don't be anxious! I promise to share it with you. After all the translation is completed, one copy will be made by one!"

"I'll say it earlier!"

"Good brother!"

"Look at it carefully, don't get distracted!"

"Intellectual property..."

"Shut up!"

Half an hour later, Song He turned off the computer, closed his eyes, and sorted out the knowledge he had just collected into his brain. When he opened his eyes again, he looked confident.

"Sure enough, information war is the key to victory." Song He took a deep breath: "In addition to the immature results that Bart Kahn is still studying, just some of the research results that are about to be disclosed and taught at the Gichuang Police Academy are enough for us to study for a long time."

"These things can make us invincible, but they can also reveal the fact that we have stolen the fruits of his labor."

"So, the key question now is how can we not let him realize that we have learned this knowledge and draw with him..."

When everyone heard this, their faces were solemn, and soon there were various tones of mixed discussions in the room.

When the night was approaching eleven o'clock, when some police officers were surprised or puzzled by the reason why the lecture notes had not been delivered, the knocks sounded one after another, indicating a wonderful lecture and a confrontation they didn't care much about, and would arrive as scheduled the next day.

However, although Song He and others gradually became respectful to Bart Kahn, they still used some tricks to distribute lecture notes.

Therefore, the time when Canada and Austria received the trial version of the lecture notes was still in the early morning. The only informant who received the enhanced version of the lecture notes, Sang Guo, was already two o'clock in the morning because of "modification" and "translation".

"Your disgusting behavior is extremely disgusting!"

Bart Kahn, who was awakened by the ringtone of the cell phone, got up from the bed with difficulty, and walked into the study with his cell phone angrily.

However, after reading the two trial versions and Sang Guo's awkward and enhanced version of the lecture notes, he was extremely glad that he had forced the three insiders to send them to him as soon as possible no matter how late they received the lecture notes.

"Have you started to learn from today's failure and have you thought deeply about the intercom topics? You are worthy of being a selected talent!"

The old man looked at the last few questions in the enhanced handout with complicated eyes, and then snorted after looking at the time: "No matter how good it is, it cannot cover up your inferior character!"

The next day, when Bart Kahn walked into the classroom, in addition to the anger that could be seen by a discerning person, he also had a strong aroma of coffee.

"The old man must hate us so much." Song He shook his head and whispered with a smile on his lips.

"I hate you." Lu Jing's serious face was very disguised. Those who first met him could not see his cunning core: "Don't involve us with you."

Song He Wuyun said: "In the eyes of the old man, how could that workload be done by me alone? Just take the blame for me honestly. There is no good thing that can bring benefits but not work hard."

When everyone heard this, they laughed and scolded in a low voice, and the atmosphere was extremely cheerful.

Bart Kahn on the podium saw Song He and his group's smiling faces, and he became even more angry and said angrily: "Quiet! Do you know what discipline is!"

The police officers in the room suddenly fell silent, and sat straight and looked at Bart Kahn with anticipation, obviously paying special attention to today's teaching content.

For some reason, after seeing the police officer's eyes, Bart Kahn's heart felt a little relieved, and most of his anger dissipated.

Then, the old man's loud and high voice rang in the classroom: "Today's topic..."
Chapter completed!