Qingyi sat at the dining table in his mansion and ate the breakfast prepared by the servants, fried eggs, white porridge, pickles, scallion pancakes, and buns. It was not particularly luxurious, but it was just more exquisite.
After dinner, he wiped his mouth and walked out. There were already six bodyguards waiting in the elevator. These were the people he had come to specifically for his father, and they were all elite soldiers in the army.
In fact, there are more than just Kyuk's bodyguards.
There are two more in the elevator. Before taking the elevator, he even had to use his life detector to check the elevator shaft in advance.
There were two people guarding the convoy downstairs to prevent anyone from engaging in the vehicle.
Qingyi bought more than one house in the third district of the city No. 10. There were two households on this floor, four households upstairs and downstairs, and a total of six households were bought for security personnel and servants to live in.
This is the real trip for the core children of the consortium, and the security personnel alone have a whole combat team.
Qingyi got on his executive-level car, his cell phone rang, and the caller ID was Li Ke.
He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and felt that it seemed something was wrong with his reaction, so he waited for the ringtone to ring for about ten times before he answered it, and then asked calmly: "Why did you call me early in the morning?"
Li Ke on the other side of the phone didn't care about his tone: "I heard that you are going to have a third round of shadow disputes, so I remind you to be careful. You should go to the Intelligence Department 3 to report today. Intelligence Department 2 belongs to my family. I told my father that if you have anything, you can tell me."
Qingyi said, "I am from the Qing family, you are from the Li family. How could the Qing family members ask Li for help if something happened to happen to the Qing family? Who do you look down on?"
Li Ke said: "It's absolutely wrong to be careful. By the way, you have to have a good relationship with the agents under the Third Intelligence Department. Remember to accept your bad temper. Don't show off your wealth with those agents. Be low-key and get along with everyone, so that they can be willing to work for you."
Qingyi was amused and crying: "How come you have become such a mother-in-law? I am different from the other shadow candidates. I am too young and it is difficult to convince everyone no matter what I do. On the contrary, it is better to pretend to be young and let the other shadow candidates despise me. Everyone has different strategies. I have my strategy. Not only do I have to be generous, but I also have to take the bodyguard to work. After all of them despise me, they will feel better."
For some reason, Qingyi couldn't help but tell Li Ke all the plans.
In fact, this is wrong, because the shadow dispute is so important, he should not tell anyone about the plan, let alone Li Ke is still from the Li family.
But Qingyi didn't think there was anything wrong with it. The relationship between the two people has become a bit subtle since when.
They are like friends, but no one admits that they are friends.
Li Ke: "If you have your own ideas, I won't say anything. I'll send you the contact information of an inspector of the Second Intelligence Department. If you are in danger, remember to find him. I ask my father to ask the Privy Council to say hello to him."
Qingyi said impatiently: "Why are there so many things? Hello, I said I don't need Li's help!"
Li Ke: "I have sent you."
Qingyi: "...By the way, sir, didn't he take you to Yunyou? You are back, where are others?"
Li Ke explained: "Mr. left Li alone. I don't know where he went. Why? Are you having trouble with him? If you miss him, you can call him. Don't you have his mobile phone number?"
Qingyi was anxious: "I miss him? How could it be? I just asked him where he went."
Li Ke: "Okay."
Qingyi was speechless, and the other party clearly answered very perfunctorily: "Okay, I've already arrived at the Federal Intelligence Agency, I won't tell you."
Li Ke said: "Okay, I'll contact you by phone tomorrow."
Qingyi was in a very depressed mood because he was going to the Federal Central Intelligence Agency to pretend to be stupid, but after making the call, he felt much more relaxed.
Some people also knew that he was not really stupid and naive, and Li Ke actually asked the father who was now in charge of Li's family to ask the Privy Council to inform the Second Intelligence Department to secretly assist him.
Perhaps this is the significance of the second round of shadow battle, and it is also his advantage of Qingyi.
After getting out of the car, Qingyi even carried a schoolbag specifically, which looked like he was going to school instead of work.
He said to his security officer: "Park the vehicle to me in the most conspicuous position at the PCA door so that everyone can see it when they enter and exit. If someone asks whose car it is, tell them that this is the car my father arranged for me. You guys are working hard, stand by the car in shifts, and I will give you some subsidies when you go back."
The security person in charge lowered his head and said, "Boss, you are polite. You don't need to pay extra for such a small thing."
Qingyi shook his head: "One code is the same as one code."
After he joined the PCA Federal CIA, he called his brother and sister to everyone, which was so enthusiastic.
When he arrived at the Third Intelligence Department, he suddenly saw the agents who visited him yesterday, and were chattering around Qingwen and talking about something.
Qingwen changed into the PCA CIA uniform, looked humble, and the watch worth a house in the third district was taken off and had not brought it.
This time, Qingwen is the fourth group of the third intelligence department, Qingsi is the fifth group, Qingwu is the sixth group, Qingyuan is the seventh group, Qingyi is the eighth group, and Qingyi is the ninth group.
At this time, the agents of the eighth group under Qingyi saw that their real boss had arrived, so they hurriedly said goodbye to Qingwen and then came to Qingyi's side.
Although they felt that Keiichi would not win in the shadow battle, they still had to give enough face.
An agent came to Qingyi and said carefully: "We saw Qingwen coming early, so we went over and said a few words."
Qing Yixiao said, "Don't worry, brothers and sisters."
After saying that, he walked straight to Qingwen, and said obediently with Xigua's head, "Brother Qingwen, congratulations on your victory in City 18."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! What he said is that Qingwen killed Qingzhong. Although Qingzhong was not killed by Qingwen himself, Qingwen did win for the outside world.
Qingwen asked with a smile on his face: "I heard that you went to the Banshan Manor after you arrived in City 18? So, it was your idea that night? Are you happy now? You are the inspectors, and everyone else is the intern inspectors."
Qingyi hurriedly said, "Brother, you misunderstood. It was Aunt Changqing's own decision. I really don't know about this. I don't want to participate in the shadow dispute."
Qingwen sneered: "We will be under the same roof next, and there are opportunities to get along with each other."
Qingyi panicked and said, "Brother Qingwen, I don't have much ability to complete the tasks given by Mr. Shadow. Otherwise, you will be short of staff on your side. You can allocate staff from me at any time, just treat it as I apologize."
As he said that, Qingyi looked at the agents in his eighth group: "Brothers and sisters, remember, if there is a place where Brother Qingwen needs help, everyone must help."
The agents were delighted.
Qingwen sneered again and stopped talking.
At this moment, a confused voice outside the large office asked, "Who lost the wallet?"
Qingyi doesn’t have to look at who it is, and it’s fortunate.
For some reason, this person is glad that he has had a mysterious buff since he was a child. He seems to have been picking up money since he was 7 years old. All good things seem to be fulfilled, just like someone chosen by fate.
This incident was passed down through the Qing family, saying that he was born different from others and had been blessed by luck.
Lucky was not called Qingxun before, but Qingchong. Later, I was so lucky, so my father changed his name to Qingxun.
At this time, an agent outside the corridor rushed over and said to Qingxiao: "Hello, this is my wallet..."
Fortunately, he nodded calmly: "I'll give it to you."
All the shadow candidates dressed up very simply, completely put down their airs as the core of the consortium, and tried to get along with their agents, and were all in the cafeteria during lunch.
The only exception is Qingyi. He has no interaction with his agents. When he goes to work, he sits in his office in a daze. When it comes to lunch, he goes to the administrative-level car at the door to eat, and the car is filled with exquisite food.
While eating, Qingyi sent a message to his Harrier Falcon: "Why didn't you see the office location of the Intelligence Department?"
Harrier Falcon returns and news: "Information Department One is an independent department and works one kilometer next door."
Qingyi felt strange: "Why do you have to go out on your own?"
Harrier: "Each consortium has sent elite intelligence personnel to compete for orthodox intelligence power, so in order for the group of living kings to fight with each other, the senior officials of the CIA let the intelligence office work independently in order to prevent the group of alive kings from affecting others."
Qingyi put down his cell phone and continued to eat. He felt that he had the opportunity to go to the intelligence department, which seemed to be the real Federal Central Intelligence Agency.
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One kilometer away.
Qingchen stood outside a dilapidated building and looked silently. Compared with other tall buildings that were towering into the sky, this building was like a department store in the old era of the world.
It has only 9 floors, and even the glass structure outside the building is dilapidated and no one can clean it up.
There is also a circle of yards outside the building. The walls here are three meters high, and there is a neat fenced power grid on the walls, and surveillance cameras are everywhere.
The main entrance of the yard is as strict as a prison, and there is a small door under the huge iron door.
Qingchen stepped forward and rang the doorbell. With a drip, a middle-aged man inside opened the iron window on the small door and asked expressionlessly: "Who?"
Qingchen looked at the other party with a calm look, showed his report letter and said, "New inspector."
The middle-aged man immediately changed his smile and said, "Oh, why didn't you say it earlier? I saw this incident."
With a jam, the small iron door that only allowed one person to pass opened, and the middle-aged man led Qingchen into it.
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "The seventh group you want to be in charge is on the third floor. The entire floor is yours, and the agents under your command are there. No one is going out to investigate the case today."
"Yes," Qingchen nodded.
When he arrived at the third floor, the middle-aged man shouted: "The new inspection is here."
The atmosphere was a bit strange, because there were no one of the ninety agents on the seats, and they were all busy with their own affairs expressionlessly.
Qingchen suddenly realized a problem. The agents who were taken over by other shadow candidates were busy flattering, while the agents and Harlee Falcon who were taking over were waiting to examine themselves...
Just because the intelligence department cannot accommodate gilded people, if the leader is too weak, then the whole group of people will be in trouble.
At this time, a middle-aged man came to Qingchen and stretched out his hand: "Hello inspector, I am the seventh group acting person in charge of the seventh group before you came, named Qinghua, the intern inspector."
Another young man in his thirties stood up and smiled and said, "Hello inspector, I am an intern inspector of the seventh group, called Qingzhun."
Qingzhun is the person whom Mr. Shadow told me, and the other party said that this person could be trusted.
Qingchen looked over and found that the other person was handsome, well-proportioned, and very capable.
The organization of the Intelligence Department 1 is a bit different from the other departments. In the Intelligence Department 3, the internship supervision can manage 36 agents separately.
One intelligence department has 96 agents in a group, and one full-time supervisor and two trainee supervisors.
The specifications are much higher.
Qingchen looked at Qinghua: "What do I need to do now?"
Qinghua seemed to be ready, so he brought Qingchen to the inspection office and said, "Your identity code is the account password. You can log in to the electronic archive to query all PCA files. You can first check the past files and have a rough idea of the cases we have handled before, so that you can do your work."
Qingchen asked: "What cases are you investigating?"
Qinghua smiled and said, "You might as well look at the information database first."
Qingchen nodded and sat down decisively.
He clicked on the vast information database and suddenly realized that this was the first warning his subordinates gave him.
If a normal person wants to read the past information, he will probably be the year of the Monkey and Horse Month.
During this period, if you want to intervene in the seventh group, the other party can use "you don't understand the situation" to make excuses him.
This is probably a common method of infighting in office politics. There is no conspiracy, but it is very useful.
Qingchen was also very patient and sat for 7 hours.
Outside the inspection office, someone asked Qinghua in a low voice: "This should be the person arranged by Mr. Shadow. Will there be any problem if we give him a warning like this?"
Qinghua calmly glanced past all the agents: "Everyone is the front pawn of Qing's PCA. If the leader is incompetent, no one will live a good life. If he can't even handle this little thing, I will apply to the family for a replacement, but if he has outstanding abilities, Qinghua can kneel down and apologize to him, and it has nothing to do with you."
After saying this, the agents lost their opinions.
Qinghua said nothing wrong. More than ten years ago, a very stubborn inspector in the seventh group, but he fell into a trap dug by Kashima. Ninety percent of the people in the group died.
No one wants this kind of thing to happen again.
At night, after receiving a message, Qingchen walked out of the office and walked straight out of the door.
The agents looked at each other after he left: "Isn't this planning to get off work, I didn't say a word, maybe it was because of the sensation."
"I would also feel angry if I wanted me to read so much information."
Qinghua thought for a while and said, "Look at it again."
But they didn't know that after Qingchen left the big office, he did not leave the building of the intelligence department, but went to an interrogation room on the 7th floor.
The video recording equipment in the interrogation room has been turned off, and a middle-aged man is waiting quietly.
Qingchen pushed the door open and the middle-aged man stood up politely: "Hello sir, Chief Li Yunshou asked me to say hello to you on his behalf."
Qingchen said calmly: "Does he have any news to bring to me?"
The middle-aged man said politely: "There is no special news, I just want to know you. My name is Li Yuncai. You can tell me any things you need to help in the future. I will do my best to cooperate."
Qingchen nodded: "I have received my heart, but there is nothing to help at the moment. By the way, what floor does the Chen family's people are on?"
Li Yuncai said: "The God of Heaven is on the 4th floor, Kashima is on the 5th floor, Chen is on the 2nd floor, and our Li is on the 6th floor."
Qingchen thought for a while and said, "Okay, I understand, what is Li investigating?"
Li Yunche said: "When investigating the Mechanical God Cult, we suspect that the financial master behind the Mechanical God Cult is related to the God Generation."
"Okay, thank you," Qingchen nodded: "If you need any help, you can tell me."
Li Yunche stood in the interrogation room and watched Qingchen leave respectfully. For people from the Li faction like him, Qingchen was one of the few people in the entire consortium who could attend the meeting table.
This is a real big man, an existence that is out of reach like a cloud in the sky.
Many people think that Qingchen came to the intelligence department alone, but maybe even Mr. Qingshi Shadow thinks so.