At midnight, at 1:30, the last employee had finished processing the document in his hand, put it in a drawer, checked the window, turned off the light, and left the office.

This is a text file processing office, some people call it "Graffiti Office", others call it "Smash Room".

The latter name sounds a bit scary!

Its work is actually not scary at all, and it can even feel a little boring!

Every day the federal government processes a lot of documents, some of which belong to classified machines.

There are five levels of confidentiality in the Federation. Most government officials can apply for reading at the lowest level, and there will be a general directory here.

For example, when people look up certain cases and events, they will mention a confidential document number, and they can apply for reading this numbered document.

At the penultimate level, there is a declassified list, and only those on these lists can apply to read the documents.

If it is not on this list, the administrator will refuse to borrow it with the reason "Sorry sir, your level is not enough".

After reaching the third level, the content of the classified documents will change dramatically.

Some of these keywords will be smeared, and even if someone can get the number of the document from some insider, it will pass the application.

They also can't read all the content, most of it is blacked out, leaving only a few simple ones that are allowed to be known.

When the fourth level is reached, the confidential documents will be blacked out and sent to the largest archives in the Federation, located in a secret base.

In addition to the confidentiality level and file number in the upper left corner of their file bags, there is also a confidentiality start time and end time.

Usually from ten years to one hundred years, but the "lifting the ban" here does not mean that after the time, everyone can read this document.

It also needs someone to know its number, and then can apply, and can only be approved after

Most of the time, the so-called "lifting the ban" object here refers to the serving federal president, Minister of Defense, and military generals!

Instead of anything... ordinary people!

This level is often called "top secret" by people!

But in fact, there is a level of secrecy on top of this, which is not known by many people, and many documents are not even kept in a sealed manner.

Instead, after it is used up, it will be shredded directly, and even the document will not leave a record such as "So-and-so sent a file of so-and-so to the office".

It's like they never existed, except for whoever saw it!

And the staff will send the paper filled with a large amount of irrelevant content into the shredder together with the original, and then incinerate and landfill by special personnel.

There are many similar institutions in the Federation. This is the secret office of the Presidential Palace, which handles documents that need to be kept secret every day.

Before the staff left, they also brought out the shredder files that were processed today.

A large pile of shredded paper was wrapped in a soft metal mesh with the latest explosion-proof lock.

This lock has no key, it is sent to the incinerator along with the wire mesh and all the scraps of paper, and when it is burnt to ashes, the lock and everything else are put into a small box for burial.

Each lock has a code. By tracing such a combination lock, the person who handles the file can be held accountable.

If there is a leak, just find this number and compare it with the registration form of the Confidentiality Office to know who handled it, and then you can try to find the reason for the leak.

It was already midnight, the Presidential Palace was still brightly lit, and many people were still working.

In fact, the usual presidential palace is not so busy, only during the war, it will appear so lively!

The secrecy officer passed security and left the office, where he threw the metal mesh bag into a car inside the presidential palace.

The incinerator is not here, it used to be.

The incinerator, which emits black smoke and poses a fire risk, was moved to other locations nearby, about ten minutes away.

The document bag was thrown into the car, the staff banged on the window, and the sleeping driver woke up from his sleep.

He rubbed his hair, glanced at his watch, and then saw the staff outside the car door.

As is his daily routine, he started the car, checked in at the doorman, and drove away.

He had to get to the place where the incinerator was at the appointed time, and the safety agency oversaw the process.

The route is about thirteen minutes, and if he hasn't arrived for more than fifteen minutes, a security investigation will be initiated.

This is an institutional statement, and in fact, no one has seriously dealt with these jobs for a long time.

The Federation has always been so quiet and peaceful, and there have been no tense wars.

Political struggles don’t need these, plus there have been no problems for decades, and no one is interested in a bag of waste paper, and everyone has become a little numb.

Today's driver looks a little nervous.

It's also possible that the heater in the car is turned on too much.

He has been sweating since he woke up.

Taking advantage of the red light, he took out a small bottle of wine from the co-pilot's toolbox, raised his head and took two sips.

He came to the place as agreed, then registered, signed, and drove the car into the parking lot.

He took out a metal mesh bag from the carriage, registered it, and handed it to the staff.

Then it was thrown directly into the incinerator. When the staff next to him twisted the gas valve, the flame exploded in an instant, and even rushed out of the incinerator!

The first time he worked, he was taken aback by the gang, and now he's used to it.

The flames sprayed out from the narrow aperture, making people feel a touch of warmth in the cold spring.

Soon, within twenty seconds at most, the staff closed the valve and poked it with tongs to ensure that there was no surviving piece of paper, and then took out the iron mesh bag.

It was still intact, just red from the burn, and so were the locks.

After confirming that nothing was inside and that there was no residue in the incinerator, they signed again.

The lock and wire mesh pocket were packed into a small box, which would be "buried".

This is also said by the system. The previous treatment method... was relatively simple, and now it will be placed in a reliable and safe place, rather than buried in the ground.

After the driver signed the signature, he drove away in the vehicle he was working in. He would drive directly to the Presidential Palace tomorrow morning.

The car was parked in his garage and he went back to bed.

The wife woke up from her sleep, grunted a few words, turned around and let out a slight snoring sound.

He lay on the bed, his eyes widened.

He can't sleep.

Some nervous, some excited, some anxious.

At three o'clock in the evening, a dark figure appeared in the garage. He opened the door of the carriage, groped inside for a while, and found an iron mesh pocket.

Soon, he disappeared into the darkness.

Early the next morning, the driver got up very early, and his wife was a little surprised when he arrived early.

The man came back very late every day during this time, and would not wake up until after nine o'clock in the morning.

His work is very leisurely, there is basically no work to do in the morning, and he can go to work a little later.

But his wife didn't ask anything, because she knew that no matter what she asked, her husband would say "Shut up, it's a **** state secret, not something you should know"!

Their relationship is not very good, like most middle-aged couples.

Sex, attitude to life, exhaustion, all kinds of situations make them not as passionately in love with each other as they were when they were young.

After the man returned to the garage after breakfast, he glanced at the carriage and breathed a sigh of relief, becoming much more relaxed.

He likes to play cards.

This is probably a common hobby of most people who work more leisurely, and have to find something to pass the time.

He started out playing poker with people he knew, like colleagues.

But soon he became dissatisfied with the small wins and losses, and he wanted to play bigger.

Those of his colleagues were not too interested in his proposal, he found a place by himself and had a great time.

Anyone who gambles should be able to feel the thrill of the heartbeat from being for entertainment, to winning or losing, and finally just for the moment before the winner or loser is revealed!

Gambling is like eating those contraband. Contraband damages the human body. Gambling damages money, but sometimes it also damages the body or even the life.

His luck is not very good. He lost a lot of money during this period, but everyone is willing to continue to play with him as long as he has a stable job and the salary is not low.

You owe it first, but you have to count the interest!

There are many people who do financial business in the casino. He owes a principal of about 50,000 yuan, and these principals generate an interest every day.

And this interest will roll into the principal and enter the next cycle.

He didn't know how much he owed, he remembered it was 50,000, but those people told him that he owed almost 100,000, when he wanted to borrow money once!

This money made him panic, because he found that he didn't seem to be paying the money!

What's worse is that if his colleagues find out~lightnovelpub.net~ he is likely to lose his job!

Because of this in the disciplinary handbook, staff members are prohibited from participating in all forms of gambling games, in order to prevent them from being used by people.

Just when he didn't know what to do, someone suddenly offered to help him pay back the money.

But every once in a while, he had to hand them a portion of the shredded documents that needed to be divided.

He had thought about reporting it, but in the end he didn't.

He knew very well that even if they didn't fire him temporarily, they would still fire him eventually.

He can contact this kind of person, which means that he himself has become insecure.

An insecure person, shouldn't put him on important work!

Thinking about coming, thinking about going, he still agreed to the other party's request...