When Li Yiming entered the meeting room, everyone else had already arrived.
Li Yiming's eyes were round and bright, his pupils darting around like a squirrel running on a wheel. In an instant, he scanned everyone in the conference room.
"Cheng Daiqing, impeccably dressed in a suit; Jin Heming, the abacus bead; Bai Anjing, disheveled and unkempt; Di Ting, a one-eyed dragon..."
Lu Huaizhang's eyelids twitched when he heard Li Yiming muttering a rhyme.
Lu Huaizhang told Li Yiming about the physical characteristics and speaking styles of everyone in the Ninth Bureau, so that she could match the characteristics to the characters and avoid the embarrassing situation of not recognizing her colleagues.
Who would have thought that this little thief would turn it into a jingle!
Lu Huaizhang glanced around and saw Di Ting sitting in the corner with a gloomy gaze pressing down on him, and he immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
Di Ting, true to his name, possessed exceptional hearing. He lost an eye in the war and was most sensitive about being told he was one-eyed. How could Li Yiming have read it aloud!
"Xiao Li!" Lu Huaizhang shouted sternly at Li Yiming, "Why are you so late!"
Li Yiming was startled and instinctively tried to dart under the table, but Lu Huaizhang caught him with lightning speed.
Lu Huaizhang coughed and looked sternly at Li Yiming: "You're becoming more and more outrageous."
Li Yiming shook off Lu Huaizhang and frowned, saying, "I'm not used to getting up at this time."
Thieves are all nocturnal, hiding during the day and venturing out at night. Lu Huaizhang sabotaged Li Yiming's work clock.
Di Ting suddenly said, "We really don't see Recorder Li very often..."
Di Ting's voice was hoarse, and when he spoke, it sounded like someone was scraping sand off a wooden board with a knife.
“I usually stay in the archives, which is far away from Team Leader Cui’s office. If you want to see me, go to the archives.”
After saying this, Li Yiming winked at Lu Huaizhang triumphantly: See, I didn't give myself away.
A middle-aged man with wrinkled clothes wiped his snotty nose with a handkerchief and said with a smile, "Little Li has just recovered from a serious illness, please forgive him, Director... It's alright, it's alright."
Li Yiming quickly flattered, "Section Chief Bai is sick too? There's a Sanji Gou Mu Wan (a traditional Chinese medicine) shop in the west of the city..."
Seeing that Li Yiming was about to sell fake medicine again, Lu Huaizhang quickly stopped him: "Alright, stop talking nonsense. You sit over there and pay attention to taking notes."
After saying this, Lu Huaizhang stood up again, patted Section Chief Bai on the shoulder, and said meaningfully, "Jing, An, you should also take care of your health."
The words "Jing'an" were emphasized.
As the saying goes, a good beginning is half the battle. In other words, a bad start often means that things will not go smoothly.
This was the case with Lu Huaizhang's watered-down meeting. The Ninth Bureau's meeting style has always been one of everyone expressing their own opinions—that is, "everyone says their own thing, a disorganized mess."
At the conference, the bureau chiefs, team leaders, section chiefs, and advisors present reached zero consensus. Halfway through the discussion, Lu Huaizhang, his mouth parched, coughed.
The scene fell silent for a moment.
"Cough cough!"
The scene remained quiet.
Lu Huaizhang glanced to the side and saw Li Yiming still writing furiously. He was pleased that the little thief was quite dedicated, but he lacked common sense.
"Xiao Li, bring me another cup of tea."
Li Yiming is still writing furiously.
Isn't this a bit too much of a display of passion?
Could it be that the thief is arrogant and unwilling to be ordered around?
Di Ting suddenly stood up, walked to Li Yiming, and extended his long, thin fingers to nudge the pen in Li Yiming's hand.
With a snap, the pen eagerly broke free and rolled to the corner of the table.
"Who! Who!"
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