They adhere to the traditional idea that "if you have the ability, invite them; if you don't, label them as feudal."
They all agreed that Qu Jian'er was incompetent.
Qu Jian'er appeared at the Lingte Bureau.
They were all pessimistic.
Liuli blew on her nails: "You two shouldn't just stand there like idiots. Pour them a cup of tea; it shows our department is polite."
"Minister Liuli, we are striving to become external members, not to serve unknown but popular celebrities."
"Exactly, why would someone who doesn't know anything show up in our department?"
The two external staff members kept passing the buck, and neither of them was willing to pour water.
Liuli leaned back in her comfortable chair: "Ask Lao Pang from Team 1, he's the one who brought the person here."
He did not criticize the two for their rudeness; in his view, Qu Jian'er would handle it herself if she was capable.
If you're so soft that even gossip can't be silenced, you won't last long in the bureau.
Just then.
Qu Jian'er was invited into the house by Captain Pang.
The two external staff members were left looking at each other in bewilderment.
They all speculated whether Qu Jian'er had some powerful backing. They had just returned to the main star and were unaware of her renowned name or her exploits.
Otherwise, they wouldn't dare to speak like that.
Push the door open and enter.
A little girl tilted her head back from behind the quantum computer; she had two butterfly-shaped hair buns on her head.
Her clear, black-and-white eyes froze instantly when she looked at Qu Jian'er. She pointed to her brow, and the whites of her eyes vanished, leaving her dark pupils locked onto Qu Jian'er.
In no time at all.
The room became very quiet.
The light was getting dimmer and dimmer.
The little girl's expression was one of immense pain, her eyes burning as if they were on fire. She tried to close her eyes tightly, but the backlash continued, and tears of blood streamed down her cheeks.
It made her look incredibly pitiful.
She saw endless calamities, boundless misfortunes, and unwarranted torment in Qu Jian'er.
The soul of the person before me has a pair of hands covered in blood.
She saw the millions of nameless souls who, though dead, were still howling in agony, trying to break free from their eternal prison.
The relentless will to die overwhelmed her consciousness, and the terrifying power backfired on her spiritual eyes.
If she weren't sitting...
He couldn't even stand up straight.
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