The words of the eight civilian representatives were like a bomb dropped on the calm surface of a lake, which exploded with a loud bang.
There was an instant uproar in the meeting room. The atmosphere that had been gradually easing froze again, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.
The whispers came like a tide, wave after wave, hitting everyone's eardrums.
Some people shook their heads in disbelief, some were discussing among themselves, and some were looking at Mou Xuan with concern.
All eyes, like spotlights, were once again focused on Mou Xuan.
He felt like a specimen being observed under a microscope, with every subtle expression being infinitely magnified.
The enormous pressure came like a mountain pressing down on his head, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
Mou Xuan's brows were furrowed, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his deep eyes.
He could feel all kinds of gazes coming at him from all around: suspicion, worry, expectation, and even gloating.
His heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to burst through his chest.
He began to pace back and forth in the conference room. His heavy footsteps echoed in the silent room, and every step seemed to step on everyone's heart.
Sometimes he stopped and tapped the table with his fingers, making a rhythmic "tapping" sound, and sometimes he continued to pace, like a trapped beast wandering in a cage.
His inner struggle was clearly shown on his face.
On the one hand, he had to admit that the loopholes pointed out by the eight civilian representatives did exist and were very likely to be exploited by people with ulterior motives to cause greater chaos.
He seemed to have foreseen the scene of the base falling into chaos again: scramble for resources, intrigues, panic...
On the other hand, he was worried that rash changes to the system would cause more doubts and shake the foundation of the alliance.
Is the order that was established with great difficulty going to be destroyed in an instant?
He took a deep breath and tried to stay calm, but found that his palms were full of sweat.
Depressed emotions spread around him, like an invisible pressure, covering the entire meeting hall.
At this moment, the corner of the mouth of the ninth opinion leader raised an imperceptible arc, and slowly said: "Leader, you see..."
The old fellow, Opinion Leader Jiu, got the chance and started buzzing like a fly that had stepped on shit.
"Alliance leader, this hole is bigger than a sieve. If we don't fill it, our base will be finished! We might as well tear it down and start over again!" He shouted at the top of his voice, the sound was like a broken gong, making people's eardrums buzz.
The crowd below, who didn't know the truth, also joined in the commotion, like a group of lit firecrackers, crackling and popping non-stop.
The meeting hall instantly turned into a vegetable market, and the noise almost blew off the roof.
Mou Xuan felt his head buzzing, as if hundreds of bees were having a concert inside.
He pinched his eyebrows, and a nameless anger rose up.
These fence-sitters were grateful one second, and turned hostile the next second faster than turning the pages of a book. It really makes one's blood pressure soar.
He took a deep breath and tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart. I am not a vegetarian!
He did not respond to the ninth opinion leader's words, but turned his head and winked at the ten old members.
"Old friends, calm everyone down first and don't let them be led by the rhythm." The members of Shilao have all experienced many storms and waves. They immediately understood what he meant and began to move among the crowd, spraying calming agents like fire extinguishers.
Seeing Mou Xuan's actions, the originally excited crowd gradually calmed down, looking at each other in confusion.
What is this about?
Shouldn't you give an explanation immediately?
Why are you still playing Tai Chi?
An atmosphere of doubt spread in the meeting room like a thick fog.
Mou Xuan walked up to the eight civilian representatives with a sincere look in his eyes: "Brother, what specific loopholes do you mean? Can you tell me in detail?" As he spoke, he motioned the eight civilian representatives to follow him to the small conference room next to them for a detailed discussion.
The eight civilian representatives were a little nervous at first, but when they saw that Mou Xuan attached so much importance to it, they felt more at ease.
He followed Mou Xuan into the small conference room and closed the door. A heavy atmosphere instantly filled the air.
"Actually..." The eight civilian representatives hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke, "This loophole..."
In the small conference room, Mou Xuan listened patiently to the detailed analysis of the eight civilian representatives, just like a primary school student listening to a class seriously, frowning and thinking from time to time, which made the eight civilian representatives feel puzzled.
This guy, is he pretending?
After an in-depth discussion, a gleam of light flashed in Mou Xuan's eyes and a confident arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He already had a perfect plan in his mind, just like using a plug-in (cheating program) in a game, his ideas were very clear.
He stood up, patted the shoulders of the eight civilian representatives, and said in a firm tone: "Brother, what you said makes sense. This loophole really needs to be closed! Wait, I will give you a satisfactory answer right now!"
Back in the meeting room, Mou Xuan cleared his throat. His voice was as loud as a loud speaker, instantly drowning out all the noise.
He did not keep anyone in suspense and directly put forward his carefully designed supplementary plan.
This plan is like a precise scalpel that accurately cuts out the drawbacks of the old system, and like a strong medicine that directly cures the chronic diseases of the new system.
His explanations were easy to understand and logically clear, and he would occasionally throw out some humorous metaphors, which made everyone nod their heads frequently, like a group of little sponges thirsting for knowledge, madly absorbing his wisdom.
The old face of Opinion Leader Nine looked as sour as if he had eaten a lemon.
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