"Truth is life."
"Those who can truly live up to these six words will have their names engraved on this monument. As long as Yiwen Society exists in the future, your names will be remembered by all industry professionals."
"Even more so, to be remembered by the people of the world!"
Upon hearing this, the twenty-eight original members of the Yiwen Flying Team bowed to Zhao Cheng in unison and said in unison, "The truth is life!"
"Truth is life!!"
"Truth is life!!!"
In any other business, Zhao Cheng would have boasted about his brainwashing skills upon seeing this scene, but at this moment, in this situation, he dared not have the slightest ulterior motive.
Thinking of his predecessors from his past life, he felt only admiration.
Although some people are actually younger than him, in his heart they are still giants.
"From now on, you must abide by the rules of the Yiwen Society, hold yourselves to the high standards of the Yiwen Flying Team, and obey the commands of the president and captain."
"I look forward to your glorious achievements!"
"yes!!!"
The morning meeting began with Zhao Cheng's mobilization speech, followed by speeches from Zheng Hongxiu, Yuan Fei, and representatives of the flight team, as well as the future work arrangements for the Yiwen Society.
According to Zhao Cheng's plan, the first step was to send all 28 members of the flight team out of Yanchuan to collect information from afar.
As for the area within Yanchuan, Yuan Fei and the other field members were responsible for collecting the data. After all, the Yiwen Flying Team was only the elite team of the Yiwen Society, not the entirety of the society. In addition to these twenty-eight people, the Yiwen Society had over a hundred field members in its first batch, and these individuals would also have the opportunity to join the Yiwen Flying Team if they performed well in the future.
After Zhao Cheng stepped back, he saw Yan Zheng in the crowd.
Yan Zheng and Zhao Cheng's eyes met briefly, but Yan Zheng did not move and waited for Zhao Cheng in place.
When did Mr. Yan arrive?
"While you were trying to seduce those people."
Zhao Cheng chuckled and said, "You really don't mince words."
"It's just being realistic."
"Have you thought it through?" Zhao Cheng turned to look at Yuan Fei, who was speaking, and said, "There's at most an hour left before the morning meeting ends. I won't try to sweet-talk you, nor do I need you to sweet-talk them. You're here to be the chief strategist of the Yiwen Society. What I want is for you to be the only one sober while everyone else is drunk."
"What a wonderful statement: 'While the world is drunk, I alone am sober!'"
Yan Zheng's eyes gleamed as he looked at the monument and said, "What I'm curious about are the names on this monument. I don't recognize any of them. Can you tell me who they are?"
Zhao Cheng followed Yan Zheng's gaze to the monument and said, "Among these people, some exposed the dark secrets of industry monopolies and sent many evildoers to prison. As a result, some people have offered huge bounties for their lives, yet they still work on the front lines with integrity. Their hearts are turned towards the light, and they are not afraid of the darkness!"
"Some people, in order to obtain evidence against fraud organizations, did not hesitate to infiltrate the organizations as spies for up to five years, living a painful life of being misunderstood by friends and unable to recognize their relatives. In the end, they were almost discovered by the organization and killed."
"Some people..."
"Some people..."
As Zhao Cheng recounted his story, Yan Zheng's eyes welled up with tears. He raised his hand and waved it, saying, "Victorious General, you have given me a completely new understanding of Yiwen Society."
Zhao Cheng asked, "Now, do you still think that Yiwen Society is just a challenging job?"
Yan Zheng immediately replied, "No, it's more of a meaningful job."
"Then would you like to stay?"
"I do, boss."
The title changed from 'General' to 'Boss'.
Zhao Cheng smiled slightly and extended his hand to Yan Zheng.
Yan Zheng was puzzled, staring blankly at Zhao Cheng's hand, and asked doubtfully, "This is..."
Zhao Cheng said, "It's our etiquette."
...
Zhao Changli, who is almost three months old, has finally stopped clinging to Park Yoo-hee like before. Of course, this is only a relative comparison. He just doesn't need Park Yoo-hee to sleep with him at night anymore. When he is awake most of the time, he is still the most well-behaved and quiet when he is with Park Yoo-hee.
Fortunately, Chunqin and Yang Cai'e were both pregnant. Due to the special circumstances, Park Yoo-hee did not go to the Minghua Medical Clinic every day. He mainly focused his energy on the Right Prime Minister's residence and spent less than ten days a month at the clinic.
This would give me more time to take care of Zhao Changli.
When Zhao Cheng returned to the room, Yuan Yun and A Tao were playing with Zhao Changli on the bed.
Upon seeing Zhao Cheng enter, A Tao quickly got up from the bed, bowed, and said, "Your Highness."
Zhao Cheng smiled and nodded.
Yuan Yundu: "Now that the Prince Consort is back, Atao, you should go and rest."
"Yes." Atao retreated.
Zhao Cheng suddenly called out to her, "Atao, it's still early, and Zhao Wu doesn't have anything to do tonight."
Atao: "???"
Zhao Wu's voice came from outside the door: "Master, I will be patrolling the Fish-Watching Pavilion tonight!"
Zhao Cheng quickly said, "Atao, why don't you work overtime and go to the Fish Viewing Pavilion tonight?"
Atao: "..."
"You really enjoy playing matchmaker?" Yuan Yun glared at Zhao Cheng, then picked up Zhao Changli and walked over.
Zhao Cheng leaned over and touched Zhao Changli's nose. Just as he was about to take his son, Yuan Yun glanced at the table and said, "The Emperor sent me a letter. Take a look."
Zhao Cheng quickly turned around, picked up the letter on the table, and began to read it.
"My brother-in-law wants us to go to the palace!"
“Changli is his own nephew, so it’s only natural that he wants to see him.”
"I know, I was prepared for this." Zhao Cheng still came over and hugged Zhao Changli, rubbing his chin against his son's face, and said, "Your uncle doesn't want to see you, he clearly misses his sister!"
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