Lang Zongyi unfolded a list of personnel.
He pursed his lips and said, "The matter of 'Starry Night' is also being followed, but we'll leave that aside for now. There will be a temporary video conference later, with members from other branches of the Special Affairs Bureau."
Yan Jiu asked curiously, "Does this person have ill intentions?"
Lang Zongyi shook his head and said, "Not exactly."
He just didn't accept Yan Jiu's superiority.
The title of Chief Advisor to a Special National Agency is too grand, and most people who have not met Yan Jiu do not agree with it.
Especially since the chief consultant was brought in through a series of tricks, he seemed completely unreliable.
Although he believed Yan Jiu, the others did not.
People from various branches had already submitted a joint report, but Lang Zongyi had suppressed it all.
Yan Jiu happens to be here right now.
Lang Zongyi intended to introduce Yan Jiu to others; before he passed away, he wanted to see Yan Jiu stand on his own.
Yan Jiu understood.
If it were in the past...
Yan Jiu didn't care whether others were convinced or not.
Now.
She's an obedient junior sister~
Yan Jiu nodded obediently: "I'll listen to my senior brother."
Before the meeting started, Lang Zongyi watched helplessly as the obedient Yan Jiu ordered a bunch of takeout.
Yan Jiumei named it "to enhance our teammates' ability to withstand pressure" and then ran out to wait for the takeout.
Lang Zongyi: "..."
·
Half an hour later.
In the spacious conference room.
There was clearly only Lang Zongyi.
It was unusually noisy.
The image projected on the projector was a video conference from Lang Zongyi's laptop.
The meeting consisted of five people, including Lang Zongyi.
Apart from Lang Zongyi.
The other four were talking all at once.
"Why hasn't the Chief Advisor joined the meeting yet? Was the video conference link not forwarded to the other party?"
"I'm not saying this to be mean, but why didn't the Director inform us about such a big decision as appointing the chief counselor?"
"Everyone knows that your country, the US, is in a different time zone than ours. We've never seen you attend meetings on time, and you're blaming everyone for not including you? Are you out of your mind?"
"Is time difference an excuse? I remember that being unconventional is not the mission of our Special Bureau!"
"Wei Feng, you've gone too far."
"If the Director doesn't give us a reasonable explanation, then, with all due respect, let whoever wants to be the chief advisor take it."
Lang Zongyi looked at his subordinates, who were playing the good cop, the bad cop, and the wicked cop.
His gaze grew increasingly deep, leaving no doubt that the four had added fuel to the fire during the meeting.
Wei Feng felt intimidated by Lang Zongyi's gaze.
The familiar yet unfamiliar gaze felt as if a dagger was pressed against his neck. After he finished speaking, the dagger pressed down harder.
Wei Fengtou was sweating profusely, and he straightened his back.
He knew that this meeting was "a long and arduous task," and that he needed to correct the inexplicable loss of reason that had occurred to the Director.
Wei Feng, speaking through the screen, declared confidently: "I'm not wrong! The current Director is like some kind of king bewitched by Bao Si. Director, where is your rationality? Where is your rationality!"
Those who were initially trying to persuade him suddenly stopped paying attention and pretended not to hear him.
They meant no harm.
I also know that Wei Feng is outspoken.
If Wei Feng voiced his dissatisfaction, Lang Zongyi would be angry, but he wouldn't pursue the matter too much.
As expected.
Lang Zongyi pursed his lips and remained silent.
When the atmosphere reaches its peak.
A sudden singing voice came from afar.
Faintly, one could hear: "Blue-faced Dordon stole the imperial horse, and the red banknotes aren't enough to spend~"
The lingering melody lasted for three days.
This clearly shows that the singer's voice came from the bottom of his heart.
People in the video conference instinctively looked toward the source of the sound and saw Yan Jiu carrying milk tea, barbecue, and stinky tofu.
Yan Jiu pretended not to see the video conference.
It stopped next to Lang Zongyi.
Yan Jiu spoke in a standard announcer's tone, her voice earnest: "While waiting for my takeout, I transferred all the money in my pocket to the finance assistant. What a coincidence, I ran into you around the corner. This must be fate."
Lang Zongyi pressed the throbbing veins on his temples: "Speak like a human being."
Yan Jiu placed the takeout on the table.
Rub your index finger against your thumb.
He spoke frankly and directly.
"Give me some money to spend."
Lang Zongyi: "..." This is quite unexpected.
The people in the video conference were dumbfounded: Where did this lecherous scoundrel come from? No, this poor guy!?
Yan Jiu pulled up a stool and sat down next to Lang Zongyi, saying, "You don't want me to go to the zero-yuan shopping later, do you?"
The others: "..." Wait, what does this mean? We've never seen anything like this before!
Lang Zongyi understood in a second: People with emotional intelligence can get things for free, while people without emotional intelligence are robbing others.
He knew Yan Jiu was just saying it, but if he didn't change his mind, Yan Jiu definitely had more tricks up his sleeve.
When Lang Zongyi resigned himself to transferring the money.
Yan Jiu reminded him, "Please add a note saying 'gift'."
Lang Zongyi paused.
Type two words.
Look up again.
All I saw in the video were perfectly synchronized shocked faces.
While Lang Zongyi was pondering how to explain it.
Yan Jiu handed the milk tea to Lang Zongyi and said, "Taro boba, 50% sugar, you used to love it the most."
Lang Zongyi instinctively wanted to reply, "Is this your favorite?", but then he noticed that the branch chiefs had quickly ended the video conference.
Of the five people in the video conference, only Lang Zongyi, the administrator, was still online.
Not long after.
The other four people came back in.
It's as if I accidentally disconnected.
Lang Zongyi knew that these people had a small group, and they might have held a small meeting behind his back.
Although the contents are unknown.
But it's not hard to guess.
However, a good military advisor will always choose the right silence at the right time.
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