A short, forceful knock came from outside the door.
Jiang Qingwan used her divine sense to peer outside the door, where she saw Kang Xiyang, the central figure in the broadcast's discussion.
He was also carrying two bags of things in his hand.
Jiang Qingwan got up from the recliner, walked to the living room door, and opened the door for the visiting guests.
Although Jiang Qingwan already knew it was Kang Xiyang, she still pretended to be surprised: "Why are you here at this hour? Shouldn't you be at work?"
Kang Xiyang put the things in his hands on the ground. "Of course, it's a handover of work." After saying that, he bent down to take off his shoes.
Jiang Qingwan stopped Kang Xiyang, saying, "There are no slippers or disposable shoe covers in the house, so please come in."
Jiang Qingwan didn't believe a word Kang Xiyang said about the handover of work.
What overlap is there between their jobs?
I'm just a small team in the base, where I usually take on missions, go out to see the scenery, and fight zombies.
When it comes to issues related to the regime, they claim to know nothing.
The only thing we know right now is...
Kang Xiyang is the current leader of the Youlong Base.
Sigh. Thinking about it this way, it always feels like watching an acquaintance showing off.
Jiang Qingwan led Kang Xiyang to sit on the sofa in the living room.
Then she went out onto the balcony and poured out a cup of the still-warm tea from the pot she had just brewed.
Jiang Qingwan, holding a teacup, walked toward Kangxi Yang.
"I just had your tea in the conference room, come and try mine," Jiang Qingwan said with a smile, placing the tea she was holding in front of Kang Xiyang.
"Then I shall respectfully accept your offer," Kangxi said, picking up the tea on the table and taking a small sip.
It has a smooth texture, a sweet aftertaste, and leaves a pleasant aftertaste.
The moment he tasted it, he knew it was good tea. Kang Xiyang gave a thumbs up, "It's all thanks to you that I got to enjoy this good tea."
"This is Jin Jun Mei, a black tea, which is a good omen for a successful start," Jiang Qingwan said with polite flattery.
Kang Xiyang let out a hearty laugh, "Thanks to Sister Jiang's support, otherwise how could I, a mere minor official, have risen to the top and become the leader of this base?"
People in officialdom, regardless of age or seniority, are all glib and talkative, always saying one thing and doing another.
Look at Kang Xiyang's mouth, he's talking as if he played a crucial role in his election.
But in reality, she only got three votes.
My own vote, Gu Ningyue's vote, and perhaps the only outsider I could call Zhang Le's vote.
The rest were all votes that Kangxi Yang campaigned for himself.
"The base leadership elections are all based on voting. You are the one who has the people's support and the one everyone wants. Don't flatter me like that," Jiang Qingwan quickly waved her hand.
"Oh my! Sister Jiang, you have no idea what your current titles are: Goddess of Dawn, Goddess of War in the Apocalypse, the only light in the darkness of the apocalypse, super strong female warrior, and so on. There are countless titles like that," Kang Xiyang listed them off as if they were his own treasures.
"Wait, the only light in the darkness of the apocalypse, is that a title too?" Jiang Qingwan's mind went blank when she heard the title.
Jiang Qingwan observed Kang Xiyang's expression.
Kang Xiyang twitched the corners of his mouth and nodded repeatedly, a hint of mockery in his smile.
"Yes, that's right. That's your title. I was shocked when I first heard it."
Jiang Qingwan's eyes widened, her pupils trembling slightly. "Who came up with this? Did you just study some foreign classics of mountains and seas and ramble on about them, getting the inspiration from that?"
"Not only that, I heard they also want to sculpt a statue of you in the base square! The land for the sculpture is already in the approval process." Kang Xiyang recalled the progress of that group of people, and his words were full of shock.
"?"
Jiang Qingwan's expression completely crumbled.
"Sculpting statues of living people?" Jiang Qingwan's tone was both amused and exasperated.
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