Chapter 89:
Because the Monster Management Bureau was a newly established department, the inauguration ceremony was not as complicated as Xiao Yu had imagined. It was even simpler than he had imagined. Shabby?
Led by Wang Guohuai, the group walked into a U-shaped five-story building with a touch of the 1990s' new European style mansion.
The lobby of the building is no different from its exterior, except that it is clean.
It was in this environment, under the watchful eyes of the public, that Minister Wang Guohuai, who was involved in the 719 incident, replaced his epaulettes and his official title. He then solemnly gave him a red appointment letter and a small notebook marking his identity.
He...even if he took office?
As for his office location, Wang Guohuai raised his hand proudly and said, "This entire building will be the territory of the Monster Management Bureau from now on."
Xiao Yu looked at the damaged and dilapidated walls in the building's lobby, the unique ceiling lamp above his head, and then thought about what he had just seen outside, the withered walls full of plants that he didn't know whether they were ivy or something else, and the onlookers who seemed to be watching a monkey show o(╥﹏╥)o: He felt a big gap in his heart. Could he resign now?
Before Xiao Yu could figure out how to explain his resignation, a young man in his thirties solemnly handed a password box to him.
Xiao Yu saw that on the password box there was a special symbol belonging to the Monster Management Bureau, which was on his appointment letter.
He subconsciously scanned the area with his spiritual sense and found a laptop, a mobile phone, a soft-cover notebook, a gold pen, a car key, and a bank card with a small note.
No, there is also a mini pistol and a small notebook in the corner of the box.
Xiao Yu(○o○): Mucang, is this true?
Wang Guohuai looked at Xiao Yu, wanting to say something but stopping himself.
He knew the current situation was such that, in the eyes of someone with a bad temper, he would definitely quit, especially under the watchful eyes of the 719 group of disrespectful "monsters and demons."
However, the Monster Management Bureau has not yet been fully defined, so it has to exist.
"Director Xiao, everything is difficult at the beginning. Meanwhile, the higher-ups asked me to pass on a message to you. Young people are energetic and full of ideas. From now on, this building and the surrounding yard will be your territory. You can do whatever you want. To show the country's support for your work, those 20 veterans outside, carefully selected by the army, will be your people from now on." Wang Guohuai finished speaking, touched his nose awkwardly, and took a step back. "Does anyone else have any other comments? If not, let's not delay Director Xiao from getting acquainted with the environment and get back to work as soon as possible."
Onlookers: ...
Zhou Yanzhi's gaze swept over the crowd indifferently. Zhao Hanlin suddenly felt as if he had received an electric shock. He quickly took a few steps forward and handed over a bank card, saying, "We are not a formal state department, so gifts are not considered bribes. Since this is a new position, a gift is naturally needed. I am just a businessman, and I hope Director Xiao will not despise it. A bank card with 30 million yuan is just a small token of my appreciation."
The expressions of the onlookers changed, and some of them subconsciously stepped back.
But they found that they suddenly couldn't move at all?
"Alas, the great monk doesn't have much money either, but a gift is essential." Monk Yonghuan stepped forward and handed over a wooden box with both hands. "This is a bank card worth one million and a box of small items that have been refined through three years of Buddhist scriptures at several of our major Buddhist temples. Director Xiao, please don't despise them. These are not very useful, but they can be used as low-level magical tools to distribute to the subordinates for self-protection. It's also a small token of our Buddhist thought."
"Amitabha!" The great monk Maitreya Buddha said with a smile.
The old Taoist priest beside the big monk glanced at him, his expression hard to describe. He then glanced at Zhou Yanzhi, whose expression was indifferent and unfathomable, and suddenly regretted coming to watch the fun today. Was Zhou Yanzhi's fun so interesting?
Although this guy is young, he can single-handedly defeat most of the foreign supernatural world.
Wang Guohuai, a fake minister, usually likes to smooth things over and watch the fun. If that old bastard doesn't yell in the group, wouldn't he, the old Taoist priest, be sleeping soundly at home?
Alas, it’s too late to regret now.
The situation is stronger than people!
The old Taoist priest suddenly felt like crying. Fortunately, his disciple was very capable. Just as he was hesitating about how to end the matter, the disciple presented him with a bank card with a million in it and a box of peach wood swords of various sizes.
Old Taoist Priest!!!∑(?Д?ノ)ノ: No, one million? Whose disciple is this? How can he be so clueless about managing a household? Is his surname Zhang? From Longhu Mountain?
Seeing that several leading ancient martial arts, Buddhist and Taoist masters had expressed their gratitude, the lamas and those dressed in ethnic minority costumes also hurriedly presented their gifts as a token of their appreciation.
Such as long strings of Dzi beads with hundreds of beads, bracelets, sachets, insect medicines, silver jewelry and so on.
"I'm just a cleaner. No one told me in advance. I didn't prepare anything." Old Mrs. Huang said with a stingy look on her face.
Just after presenting the gift, an old man who looked like an old man from the park said with a smile: "You are the leader of the cleaners. I remember that you encountered some difficulties before, and it seems that you asked Mr. Zhou for financial assistance?"
"That's not aid for me personally, and Minister Zhou doesn't care about that."
"In that case, Mr. Huang, please go in first?" a staff member suddenly spoke.
No one knew when this man stood next to Zhou Yanzhi, but the moment he opened his mouth, many of the thirty or forty people in the room changed their expressions.
Everyone involved in the 719 incident knows that Vice Minister Zhou usually doesn't speak, but when he does, his words are always thunderous and decisive.
Old Mrs. Huang wanted to say something, but she opened her mouth several times and couldn't say anything. She knew that someone didn't want to listen to her anymore.
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