The congressmen recalled the not-so-long time they had spent with the yellow-haired man in front of them.
The opponent's first appearance disrupted their plan to fight against the beast tide with its powerful fighting power, and then showed a high talent for internal fighting, using the information gap to make them confused.
Now that we have come to the third area, this person can still talk freely.
Is this the benefit of having super powers?
These people have controlled Hope City for decades, but there has been no progress because the explorers they sent out were too weak and too easily disturbed by the outside world. However, the man in front of him obtained information that they had difficulty discovering for decades on his own.
But if time could be reversed, they still would not choose to send out the truly top teams. Hope City is like a blind person under the siege of the beast tide. If it throws away the blind stick in its hand, it will completely lose the ability to contact the outside world.
They can't afford to take the risk.
The congressmen fell silent. They were indeed extravagant and lived a decadent life, but they still had some unique insights into real affairs.
After weighing the pros and cons, Yang Suyan, a member of the Changsheng faction who had a good relationship with the institute, was the first to express his opinion:
"Your intelligence is indeed very valuable, enough to shake up some of the current research results and change the direction of future research.
"Do you want to be the director of the institute? Of course, you may not know what this position means yet."
Arthur shook his head.
"You have to trust my reading speed and comprehension ability. I already know what the position of director of the institute means. The current director and deputy director work very well together. I just need to take up the position. There is no need to drive him away."
His tone became unpredictable:
"I want to do more than just these things, and I won't be tied down by one position.
"I hope you understand that the last city of mankind is in tatters because of you. After all the trouble, I am the one who has to do the paperhanging in the end."
At first, Arthur's tone seemed to be advising the congressmen not to play tricks on him, but then it changed to sound as if he was disappointed with them.
The congressmen looked at each other in bewilderment, watching this man, who was only about thirty years old, pointing fingers at them. They always felt that this feeling was very strange, as if they were back in the classroom in the past, when the teacher, who was very kind most of the time, held their arms and talked with them.
Even the oldest members of parliament present had no way of judging Arthur's age.
The other party spoke half-truths and looked young, but he could tell them a lot of things that only true humans from the old era would know. Coupled with the regenerative ability he showed in the battle, they really couldn't figure out Arthur's real age for a while.
After a discussion, several problems were quickly resolved with Arthur's participation.
This vigorous and resolute style is very different from the parliament's previous wrangling style. It makes people feel refreshing but also a little uncomfortable.
In the end, this special meeting ended like this, and Congressman Arthur gained a new identity:
Special consultant of the institute.
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Looking at the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him, Lin Qingliu, who still looked like Arthur, felt a little unreal.
He was currently in a luxurious room on the upper floor of the spire.
Although he repeatedly stated that he did not need any luxurious accessories, as if to drag him down, this room that belonged exclusively to the congressman was eventually allocated to Lin Qingliu.
Looking at the scenery outside the window that almost covered the entire inner city, Lin Qingliu fell into silence.
It seemed that he had been wearing the other suit for too long, and he even felt that he was really getting into the role.
"Is this my number as a consultant?"
He muttered to himself silently, thinking that he seemed to be a consultant to the psychiatrist team of a certain General Wencheng.
But thinking of this, Lin Qingliu couldn't help but laugh:
"What does Lin Qingliu's matter have to do with me, Arthur?"
But then again, it seems that Wencheng is really not a simple person.
During the last visit, Lin Qingliu saw that Wencheng seemed to be very worried, so he wanted to help him with his treatment.
But there is a line in his registered description of abilities:
"…will read out random portions of memory when used on the same target for a long period of time."
It was precisely because of this description that Wencheng refused his consultation with the excuse that his head was full of secrets.
At that time, Lin Qingliu thought that this guy was a little too arrogant, but now think about it, as one of the original rebels, he could actually live to this day as a general, which is a bit strange.
Moreover, Wencheng looked to be no more than 40 or 50 years old, and seemed to be only half the age of those members of the Immortality Faction.
But they are obviously supposed to be of the same generation... Oh, now Arthur is also of the same generation.
However, the fact that the other party is not a member of parliament has determined that his ability is limited and will not pose a threat to his plans for the time being.
So, the most urgent task is still...
Lin Qingliu sighed, sat down at the desk, opened the terminal in front of him and started back to his old job.
This old profession is not a psychologist in this life, but a copywriter in the previous life.
Make a PPT.
This matter is really abstract. In order to get the current direction of the institute back on track as quickly as possible, after obtaining the advisory status in the previous meeting, the congressmen jointly passed a proposal for a special briefing session for the institute.
All important researchers related to exotic beasts will attend this meeting.
As the main speaker, Lin Qingliu suddenly found that he could not refute everyone without any words.
After thinking it over, he reluctantly admitted a fact:
Everything that exists has a reason for its existence.
Although PPT is hated by workers, it does have its own advantages in meeting presentations.
Although the world is different now, the humans in this world seem to have a special liking for similar ways of expression. In the end, Lin Qingliu opened the office software of this life and began to review the work content of the previous life.
Looking at the empty template in front of him, Lin Qingliu prayed to the gods and Buddhas in the sky, but the only one who responded to him was himself as a corporate slave in his previous life.
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Military command center, office.
Wencheng woke up from the recliner and took off the eye mask he had been wearing during his nap.
His nightmares were getting worse.
He seemed to have dreamt of the scene in the spire again, but he could remember clearly every time he went to the spire to report on his work, but those scenes did not flash through his mind.
It was like he was experiencing another person's memories.
But why did another person's memory appear in his mind?
The more Wencheng searched, the stranger it seemed, as if his life was just a good show.
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