The next day in Man City, outside a beautiful villa, two middle-aged people stood at the gate, looking at the guard with flattering eyes.
"Hello, we are here to discuss something with President Wu. We made an appointment yesterday." The middle-aged man on the left said in a low voice.
The guard glanced at the two of them and replied calmly: "Wait, I will verify the identity!"
"OK!"
"Good work!"
The two of them bent down and nodded.
…
About ten minutes later, the two middle-level managers of the association filled out the visitor record and were led into the villa by the guards.
In the study room upstairs, Wu Boxin is reading.
"Mr. Wu, they are coming to see you. They said they made an appointment yesterday." The guard walked in and called out.
Wu Boxin looked up at the two of them and was slightly startled: "Xunyang, right? Come on, sit down!"
"Long time no see, President!" The man named Xunyang sat on the sofa with another person.
The guard exited the room and nodded to his colleague at the opposite door.
In the monitoring room, four sets of monitoring equipment were operating simultaneously, and eight technicians wore headsets to monitor the conversation between Wu Boxin and the two men in real time. They could even hear the sound of farts.
At the same time, the surveillance footage nearby was also advancing, focusing on the three of them.
In the study room.
The man named Xunyang sat down solemnly and said with a smile: "President, when we come here today, we still have to talk about the selection of branch representatives. This is Liu He. You should have met him before. He is very popular in the southern branch."
Prestige...!"
Wu Boxin looked at the other person: "How old are you?"
Liu He immediately responded: "President, I am thirty-nine years old! We met at the last summit, and I even drank with you! This is my information!"
With that said, Liu He stood up and handed over his checked information.
"Push, push his hands and upper body!"
In the listening room, a spy chief greeted the technician next to him.
As the screen progressed, Liu He's silhouette appeared very clearly in front of everyone.
On the sofa in the study room, Wu Boxin crossed his legs and reached out to pick up the materials. The distance between the two sides was less than one meter.
Liu He bent down and opened his suit with only one middle button, slowly opening it up. The corner of the collar was aligned with Wu Boxin's cheek.
The two looked at each other, and Wu Boxin noticed three words written on the corner of Liu He's collar.
Chinese Trade Union!!
Wu Boxin was startled for a moment, then took the information with a calm expression on his face.
Seeing that Wu Boxin had noticed the words, Liu He immediately straightened the corners of his clothes and erased the three words.
These three characters should be written with easy-to-spread dry powder. When touched with your hand, the characters will disappear and there will be no dust.
Liu He bent over and sat back on the sofa.
Wu Boxin paused for a moment, glanced at the information briefly, and then placed it on the table.
"Look, are my qualifications good enough? Can we compete?" Liu He asked, staring at Wu Boxin.
Wu Boxin slowly picked up the teacup, looked at Liu He with squinted eyes, and said slowly: "Where can you do it?!"
"???!" Liu He was stunned and didn't react for a while.
"What do you mean by winking at me?! Are you testing me?!" Wu Boxin asked with a crooked neck.
"It's not that I don't understand very well!"
"Crack, bang!"
Wu Boxin suddenly grabbed the water glass on the table and threw it directly into Liu He's face: "Where can you do it?! What are you doing with me so excited?! Get out, I don't want to talk about anything! Disappear now! Hurry up!
"
"No, President, Xiao Liu didn't say anything!"
"Get out of here too!" Wu Boxin glared and cursed: "Quan Tama is a lackey and I don't want to talk about it!"
The two looked at each other in confusion, and stood up with a rather broken expression.
"You're just competing...can you two leave?!"
Seeing that they were still standing here, Wu Boxin turned and looked at the table: "Where is my knife?!"
"No, President, you may have misunderstood!"
"Snapped!"
Wu Boxin found the fruit knife, held it in his hand and stood up: "Go away or not?! I'm asking you whether you want to go away or not!"
"Isn't this mental illness?" Liu He looked confused: "What does this mean?!"
"Let's go, let's go first!" When Xunyang saw this, he was about to stab himself, so he immediately grabbed Liu He and ran out.
At the door, the guard was also confused and had no idea why Wu Boxin was angry!
"Get out of here!! Stop sending people in, I don't want to see anyone!" Wu Boxin threw away the fruit knife and shouted.
"Pure mental illness!! Bad brain!" Liu He cursed with a sullen face.
While they were talking, Liu He and Xunyang were about to go downstairs, but at this moment, the military intelligence chief in the listening room immediately opened the door and shouted: "You two, come in!"
The two of them were stunned for a moment, and could only step forward to meet him.
A minute later, the door was closed.
"Why is he angry?" the military intelligence chief asked.
Liu He scolded with a sullen face: "Who knows why he got angry? Maybe his mother died! I just gave you some information, and he stabbed me...!"
"Come on, you two stand aside and take off all your clothes. We are going to search you!" the military intelligence chief pointed at the two of them.
"Why?" Liu He pretended to be annoyed and asked, "What's wrong with me?"
"Snapped!"
A gun was placed directly on their heads.
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indoor.
Wu Boxin sat on a chair, smoothed his hair, which was not rich, and cursed in his mind: "Really or not?! Who knows, are you sent by Gwen to test me?!"
Who is Wu Boxin?
He is an old man who has been involved in politics and business for many years. He looks like a troll on the outside, but he is a delicate person on the inside.
Two people suddenly showed up and missed three words, so I believed it?
What if you were sent by Gwen to test him? If you just nod, wouldn’t that make you cool? Both parties will definitely fall out.
five minutes later.
Liu He left with his crotch folded, and dialed Huang Peishan's number with his phone: "Vice President... This Wu Boxin is definitely mentally ill!! I gave him the password, but who knew he would suddenly curse... and...
Stab me with a knife! Xunyang and I were almost exposed!"
"?!Don't you have any preparation?" Huang Peishan asked with a frown.
"It's all set, we had an appointment last night!"
"Have the people from the Central Bureau noticed anything?" Huang Peishan asked immediately.
"I used colorless and odorless dry powder to paint the words, but they didn't notice anything!" Liu He paused and said, "We were searched when we went out... We were searched very carefully!"
"...!" Huang Peishan pondered for a moment: "It's probably because Xunyang's level in the association is not high enough, and he doesn't believe it! Let's lay the groundwork. You go first, and I'll find a way!"
"good!"
After hanging up the phone, Liu He asked Xunyang: "...Do you feel anything?!"
"Everything else is fine, except when I was searching the back door...the tweezers pinched my large intestine...!"
"Let's go to the hospital and have our stomach checked!"
"...This old guy is definitely mentally ill!" Xunyang cursed fiercely.
As soon as the two left, Wu Taiyong got out of the car. He was wearing a pair of pink and green striped trousers and was accompanied by a handsome young man.
five minutes later.
After Wu Taiyong passed the inspection, he entered his father's study.
Wu Boxin was thinking about the incident just now and ignored his son.
"Dad, what are you doing?!" Wu Taiyong came over and asked.
Wu Boxin glanced at him impatiently, slowly reached out to pick up the tea cup, looked at the handsome young man and asked, "Who is he?"
"Ah, my boyfriend." Wu Taiyong sat elegantly on the sofa and crossed his legs.
"Hello, uncle!" The handsome young man extended his palm.
Wu Boxin looked at the two of them for a while, slowly put down the tea cup, and calmly picked up the fruit knife: "I'm so nice to you! More than 600,000 yuan in tuition and living expenses a year! Why don't you get me a husband? I