Looking at the beautiful store manager in cheongsam holding a plate of fresh fruit, she opened the door and walked in as if no one else was watching, and sat down next to Li Longyuan.
Chu Zihang tilted his head slightly and looked at the guy opposite, his eyes hidden under his sunglasses hinting at doubts.
"Manager Song Yuan Song is also a non-staff member of the Li family and is my personal secretary. There is no need to avoid her in any matter that can be discussed in this teahouse from now on."
The young man picked up a green grape on the fruit plate and put it into his mouth, chewing it. He understood Chu Zihang's intention from his subtle movements.
"Chu Zihang, my senior brother at Shilan Middle School. Of course we are on the same level now."
Li Yongyuan also formally introduced the beautiful female store manager sitting next to him.
"Senior brother, senior sister, etc., are all titles that show closeness." When Song Yuan entered work, she obviously had more of a mature woman's temperament, and she had charm in every frown and smile.
"Yes, I felt close to Senior Brother Chu when I first met him. I always feel that a man who can hide things in his heart is safe and reliable."
Before Chu Zihang could say anything to clarify this dangerous relationship, Li Longyuan took over the topic. But what does this mean? It always felt like there was a missing sentence: "If I were a woman, I would probably commit myself to you."
"Of course, it's also very dangerous."
The young man stretched out his hand and picked up a slice of peeled orange and stuffed it into his mouth, saying vaguely.
He can never get rid of the habit of observing others all the time!
"What kind of words are these?"
Song Yuan, who came in after seeing the two of them talking about business, covered her mouth with a round fan with a picture of a lady from the Tang Dynasty, smiled softly, and asked curiously.
Chu Zihang sat there silently, saying nothing.
"Aren't people with goals and stubbornness scary? They are like emotionless machines, polishing themselves every day just to get one step closer to that goal."
"This should be of good quality?" Song Yuan became increasingly puzzled.
"Too much is too little."
After eating another piece of watermelon, Li Yongyuan threw the rind aside and sighed. He looked for the tissue but could not find it. Then he looked at the beautiful woman with his bright eyes.
"promise."
Song Yuan handed him her handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth. The formal appointment letter did not specify that the duties of a private secretary included these.
"Of course, I can't ask my senior brother to do what he wants without breaking the rules, or to be unfazed when a beautiful woman is sitting on his side. Everyone has his own way of life, and he also has a past that cannot be cut off."
The young man stood up, stretched out his hand to pick up the green branches and leaves of a potted potted plant, and carefully looked at the tiny veins on the leaf surface.
"Just stay out of my way."
His last words were spoken very softly, but there were only three people in the quiet main hall, and they were not far apart.
Chu Zihang lowered his eyes and clenched his fists involuntarily. No one knew what he was thinking in his heart at this moment.
Song Yuan, who heard these words for the first time, could also feel the faint murderous intention in these words, but she soon started laughing again.
The man next to me has always been a talkative and talkative guy.
He will always tell you the worst fate over and over again in the most threatening tone, but in fact it is just to keep you away from danger.
But if you see clearly the naughty character he hides, you will find him quite cute.
"But I am quite curious about what the land-based MX-2 evolution drug you are talking about is."
Seeing that the chatting atmosphere was suddenly silenced by Li Longyuan's dangerous remarks, Song Yuan quickly changed the topic.
"The reason why this evolutionary drug is named after the land-based MX intercontinental missile is undoubtedly to emphasize its importance and degree of destruction, which are equivalent to that of a nuclear bomb."
The young man's explanation was shocking.
Although Song Yuan has been checking various materials in the orthodox electronic library open to non-staff these two days, he only has a rough understanding of the so-called "orthodox" organization that was inherited from the early Tang Dynasty and was based on a branch of the Li family of the then royal family.
The Zong family hid incognito.
The duties that Orthodoxy has performed for thousands of years seem to be to kill demons called "Rakshasas" across the country, maintain the peace of the areas under their jurisdiction, and protect the tombs of certain noble figures from being disturbed by the outside world.
Apart from this, even the changes in external dynasties and changes in world affairs have nothing to do with it.
After all, the first orthodox ancestral precept is never to participate in ordinary people's wars.
Therefore, even if the Tang Dynasty collapsed overnight and the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms were in turmoil, the orthodox family with the Li family as the clan never took action.
The information Song Yuan read from these public materials made her even more curious about this ethnic group that lives together in a clan form.
Because time is the most terrifying thing, it can turn mountains into seas and seas into mulberry fields.
What kind of power can make an organization walk at the same pace for thousands of years, whether it is braving the scorching summer or the white snow, walking like an ascetic on the edge of the communication between human beings and gods, without leaning either way.
And what kind of power can enable every generation of orthodox family heads to achieve unified government orders, unified deployment, and even unified personalities.
The style of the person in charge is the key to an organization's long-term stability.
Just like the heroic founder of the country ended the troubled times, the wise monarch created a prosperous era in his reign, the mediocre emperor enjoyed peace, the unscrupulous emperor brought disaster to the country and the people, and finally the people rose up, the country collapsed and the ancestral temple died. A reasonable closed loop was completed.
But orthodoxy is different. Song Yuan carefully searched for information and researched it. This organization has been passed down for thousands of years, and its general direction has never changed. They seem to have been moving in a certain direction that has been preset from the beginning, and it has always been the same.
Therefore, there has never been any major turmoil within their organization.
But why?
Song Yuan, who took a world history course when she was in Cambridge, was obsessed with the ancient and magnificent existence buried under the wind and sand for a while.
But no matter which organization has a brilliant culture and lives independently, none has existed for as long as Orthodoxy.
Because the human heart is the greatest source of trouble.
When they get together, they will naturally have the desire to seize power.
Whether it's the sentence "Princes, generals, Xiang Ning, etc." or "Emperors take turns, come to my house today."
No matter how prosperous or prosperous the dynasty is, it will collapse because of the people's hearts. This cannot be changed by the decrees issued by one or two Holy Emperors.
For a clan of the size of the Li orthodox family, the Zong family cannot produce outstanding heads from generation to generation, right? And the branch families have not produced leaders capable of taking on important responsibilities for thousands of years, right?
Once the situation lasts to a certain period of time and the leader is weak and the minister is strong, or the situation is discontinued, it means the beginning of internal turmoil within the organization.
So Song Yuan was really curious about how orthodoxy could last for thousands of years and still maintain the original structure of one clan and three clans.
But at this moment, Li Longyuan's words still made her stunned.
What the hell, are the crises that Orthodoxy has been dealing with for a long time, the kind that can easily trigger a nuclear war-level disaster?