Chapter 20 (Catching Insects)
Shen Jian finally relented.
He had no choice. This was his own subordinate. When Shen Pingyan looked at him from bottom to top tentatively with a bitter look that he himself might not have noticed, Shen Jian's heart was slightly pulled by the thin line.
That look was lighter than the feather that Pharaoh placed on the scales, afraid that something would be disturbed and run away if not careful.
The greatest adviser of this century, for the best four years of his life, knelt carefully before him and begged for a small promise.
Shen Jian sighed imperceptibly and agreed.
So he naturally fell into the Shura field that made him want to fall asleep. The subordinates stationed in the tower sneered and looked for him to "chat" alone, and they only asked Shen Jian why he only agreed to Shen Pingyan and left them aside to fend for themselves.
"Buckle, buckle, buckle."
The heavy red wooden door was pushed open a corner, and a figure flashed in from outside the door and closed the door very naturally.
The leader's room has changed again. The curtains opposite the glass windows have been removed and replaced with this old door. At An's suggestion, the empty space on both sides was given to Solomon, who wandered around the tower ten times every day out of boredom.
“Shen An…” Shen Jian clenched the pen and turned it around. Looking at the person who seemed to be walking to the ordinary position obediently, he couldn’t help but sigh, and said under the other person’s half-smile, “Let’s talk about business first.”
Shen An blinked and shrugged.
"You should go find Chen Lanhe first for this matter," he suggested. "He has the most contact with those organizations right now. All the things you told us to do have been cleared up. We are so bored that we have to count the intelligence and armaments every day."
Shen Jian only assigned nearly half of the people to collect information and prepare for the war at the beginning, and the vast majority of the high-level direct descendants were doing nothing.
Even the finally somewhat fun online speech control at the grassroots level was destroyed by the joyful pursuit of "Solomon", who also finally had something to do.
"Do you want to send only Xu Yinmo to the front line?"
Shen An thought for a moment and asked softly.
“Only send Xu Yinmo to the front line.” Shen Jian confirmed his idea.
Only Xu Yinmo can go.
Shen Jian calmly looked at the intelligence data that had been updated at an increasingly rapid pace in the past few days, and listed, counted, and confirmed the medieval data bit by bit.
"...Huh? Will Xu Yinmo stay at the front line obediently? Sir?" Shen An frowned and said in a low voice.
Xu Yinmo had only been in contact with the Wuyan Tower for too short a time, and this time it wasn't that he was petty, he was really worried that this thing would turn against him.
Shen Jian curved the corners of his lips, knowing what the other party was saying, but couldn’t help teasing: “If my memory is not confused, Xu Yinmo used to be a member of the military district, and he is still not honest?”
"……gentlemen."
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Shen Jian smiled, "Only Xu Yinmo can go."
Shen An was stunned, "What do you mean?"
Shen Jian twirled his pen and answered irrelevantly, "Nearly half of the cadres have not been kept in the tower in the past four years, right? Is it time to let them relax?"
He smiled gently, "You should also give others some opportunities. You have become very famous in these four years."
Shen An moved his expression very slowly, lowered his eyes, and slowly lowered his head.
Was this a warning, a warning for the decisions they had made these days that they had been tampering with him?
Or, out of fear of that damn thief over the past four years, did they choose to be cold to the cadres who had close contact with him?
And, support Xu Yinmo, the first cadre who abandons the past, belongs to the present, and the first one who "truly belongs" to himself?
"...Sir." Shen An made a nasal sound and moved his lips slightly.
Shen Jian’s back silently pressed against the back of the chair: “…Speak properly.”
"Hmm?" Chen An made a dissatisfied sound again, "Are you saying that the Middle Ages might also be the accomplice who stole our most important things back then?"
He tilted his head and spoke softly, his curly chestnut hair was fluffy, and he looked like a boy holding a blue hydrangea in a lower-class flower shop. No one could tell that he was responsible for the lives of more than a dozen people in the laboratory. His dark eyes contained a gradually building storm that almost soaked Shen Jian's already not-so-strong defense door.
Although it is a bit embarrassing to be called "the most important thing"... but something seems to be wrong...
Shen Jian was strangely silent for two seconds, and finally widened his eyes and realized that his thinking was vacant. He actually followed Shen An's train of thought!
The leader of the Wuyan Tower, who thought he was a normal person, felt his eyes go dark, and he held his forehead tremblingly, waving his hand like he was playing with a puppy, asking Shen An to sit down.
Shen An followed suit without showing any of the doubts he had just had.
Of course, he would not think that the current master was still the rubbish who needed them and was afraid of them, and who could make them nail the identity thief at a glance, and would punish him for a mere "disobedience" that was not even a disturbance.
There is only one hidden message behind this sentence: that is, the subordinates who have had contact with the "boss" within four years, the information may have already been leaked to the [Middle Ages] related to him.
Shen An stopped smiling, calculating what might be exposed at high speed.
Each subordinate’s control area, personal connections, control laboratory, research plan, personality, war plan, where they appear at a certain time, who is at home, and even personal preferences and bottom line that is easily offended...
"Oh, damn it." Shen An smiled and bit his tongue as he uttered the words, his fingertips digging deeply into the armrest of the sofa.
If that’s the case… then these subordinates whose information was leaked are useless.
“Even if the information is updated at a very fast speed now, if this situation is revealed…” Shen An’s soft smile turned cold and he lowered his head.
Shen Jian glanced at Shen Jian who lowered his head and didn’t speak, and smiled helplessly, “Shen An, look up.”
"Hmm? Sir?" Shen An raised his head as if nothing had happened.
Shen Jian pretended not to see the ferocious expression on Shen An's face when he lowered his head, "Since you can guess these, what else can you guess?"
"Oh, sir, are you going to test me?" Shen An asked with a smile, "I have already accepted my fate of sitting on the bench, sir, are you going to torture the poor subordinate who is about to be placed in the warehouse?"
"But if you can use me first when the time is right, I will say so."
Chen An blinked his starry eyes expectantly, looked at the unmoved leader, and sighed for a while.
"Okay, well, you know."
He relaxed his whole body and sat lazily in the position of the assistant on duty. He caught a glimpse of the name of the assistant on duty today, raised his eyebrows, and picked up a document to take a look.
“You promised Shen Pingyan a request, so you won’t do the same to us…” Shen An thought for a moment, put down the signed document and looked at Shen Jian.
“Speak.” Shen Jian’s expression was indifferent.
"I also owe you something." Shen Ancai took over the conversation, picked up another confidential document and looked at it idly for two seconds, then signed it with a big stroke of his pen, "The promise to Shen Pingyan can be regarded as a promise to all the subordinates who wasted four years."
"So they'll get another chance..."
"It's equivalent to the second letter of surrender." Shen Jian added gently, without any hesitation, "After all, I am more confident with these people. It's almost the first time I meet them, right?"
Shen An gritted his teeth and muttered, "What a lucky life...!!"
"Ah, we left it in the warehouse to rot and stink, and every day we looked out through the small window in the fence and waited for the master to bring us meals..." He wiped away his tears pitifully.
Shen Jian smiled politely and had to repeat again: "Shen An, wake up, otherwise I will immediately ask the person on duty today to replace you."
The person who was pretending to cry immediately stopped, curled his lips and made another mark on the document, "So we will be employed too?"
"uh-huh?"
"The one that is most understood will definitely catch people by surprise if it is changed... one of the simplest tactics."
Shen An put down his soft expression and pulled the corners of his mouth with a wry smile, "Sir, sometimes I really want you to care about yourself a little more."
"Wu Yan Tower has never lost a battle, sir, you have never lost a battle, never." Shen An sighed and couldn't help curling his fingertips.
Shen Jian smiled at this speculation, "I have always been fair, I believe in everyone."
He is such a person. If he had chosen this person himself,
Shen Jian thought calmly, who cares what kind of shitty information it is, so what if the subordinate who leaked the information loses the fight?
"That's not right," Shen Jian suddenly said to himself, "I don't think I've ever thought about the outcome of you losing the fight?"
Shen An instantly lowered his eyes as if burned by the light and turned his head to the side in embarrassment.
“Come to think of it, I’m still curious about how the leader chose his subordinates at that time.” Shen Jian smiled, “I don’t seem to remember it very clearly.”
“…There will be a chance to find out.” Shen An whispered.
So Shen Jian touched the silver bell on the right side of the table, and soon the door was pushed open again. A man in a neat green and silver Tang suit came forward gracefully, with his hair tied into a bun hanging down from the right as he knelt down, "Sir."
“Well, Wen Yan,” Shen Jian called out.
He is today’s rotating assistant, his temper is very similar to Shen An, but his personality is very soft and he is a civilian.
“Sir Shen An, please give up your seat.” Shen Wenyan said softly, and walked to the assistant’s desk with her soft eyelashes drooping. She leaned against the table with an innocent and pitiful, weak body, and glanced in Shen Jian’s direction intentionally or unintentionally.
…? Why does this look seem so familiar! It seems like the look Shen An gave the camera at that time…
Shen Jian's eyelids jumped, and he suddenly realized that the two of them seemed to be performing on the spot! Why didn't he think of it? The so-called like repels like...!!
Of course the most important thing is that he will definitely be implicated!
"Gentlemen, please go outside if you want to quarrel." Shen Jian put on a fake smile, "We will go to the battlefield in three days, please restrain yourself a little."
After driving Shen An out, Shen Jian breathed a sigh of relief and held the pen in his hand, ready to correct the documents sent by Shen Wenyan.
"?" Shen Jian looked down at the second document in confusion, "Wen Yan?"
"Sir?" Shen Wenyan instantly put on a smile and answered softly.
“…Did you draw this little turtle?”
“…?” Shen Wenyan’s smile froze.
After a moment, his expression slowly turned ferocious, and he suddenly stood up and slammed open the pitiful door of Shen Jian's office with a strength that was not that of a weak clerk: "Shen An!! You are looking for death!!!"
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