Mr. Mei smiled and said, "We are all your soldiers now, so you just need to give orders."
Upon hearing this, Qin Zhao sighed helplessly, "Are you teasing me again..."
Everyone present laughed upon hearing this. After laughing, Mr. Mei said seriously, "Without rules, there can be no order. Although I was mostly joking just now, it was also the truth. I am a high-level infected person and am indeed under your jurisdiction."
Qin Zhao smiled and said, "I learned a lot about exploiting labor from our President Han, so you can rest assured about that."
Mr. Mei raised an eyebrow: "The more I hear this, the more uneasy I feel."
These words immediately sparked another round of laughter in the large conference room, which dispelled the previously somewhat somber atmosphere.
Everyone present was very busy, and they dispersed after the meeting.
Chi Xia is also very busy. Although the work has been divided into different departments, she still needs to control the overall situation. The orders she signs every day are at least a foot high.
Han Junche was inspecting the empire and had been traveling for more than a month. He had just gotten off the plane today and immediately came to the conference room for a meeting.
She really missed Chi Xia terribly.
He calculated carefully and realized that it had been a full thirty-seven days since he had held anyone.
However, no matter what Han Junche was thinking, his face remained expressionless. He simply looked at Chi Xia, who was getting up to leave, and suddenly said, "For more than a month while I was away, you were temporarily handling my affairs. Shouldn't you hand them over?"
Chi Xia didn't understand his meaning and thought he was simply referring to the handover of work. She immediately said, "I already handed over the work-related matters to your secretaries when I left work yesterday. They will explain it to you. I have other things to do, so I'll be leaving now."
Upon hearing this, Han Junche instinctively wanted to pull her back, but as soon as he moved his finger, he saw a group of people waiting to continue talking to him and report on their work.
He could only helplessly stand up, pressing down on the table, and say to them, "Let's go to the office."
Chi Xia didn't take Han Junche's matter to heart. Today, she and Zhang Xin were going to visit the pregnant woman in the capital. It was said that the fetal heartbeat could already be heard, so they went to see her.
After she finished her work and took Zhang Xin out, Han Junche finally had a little free time. His office was not far from Chi Xia's, and with lunchtime approaching, he thought he should take the opportunity to get closer to Chi Xia.
Before he even reached the door of Chi Xia's office, the security guard outside her office informed him from afar that she had gone out and it was unknown when she would be back.
Han Junche nodded to indicate that he understood, then turned and left.
The guard scratched the back of his head, wondering why President Han's back looked so lonely and desolate. If a gust of wind blew by now, and a few leaves fell, it would truly be like the song says, "The north wind howls, and the snow falls."
Han Junche had no idea what the guard was imagining. All he knew was that he was feeling utterly miserable sitting in the restaurant eating his meal.
For the first time in his life, he regretted taking on this job. He should have retired gracefully after achieving his goal and gone into seclusion with Chi Xia.
The inhibitors have become increasingly sophisticated, and the end of the empire is basically over. All that's left is the cleanup work, which takes time. He could have retired gracefully, so why is he working himself to death here, unable to even get a wife?
Han Junche became more and more resentful. His resentment was at least three feet high. The empire wouldn't stop turning without him, so why was he suffering so much?
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