"Who does she think she is? She still wants our position as director."
"That's right, should I tell her if she asks?
Do you take yourself too seriously?"
"You can't ignore this kind of person. Let her know that this is Nandu, not Dongdu..."
Zhong Chuxi's face turned red with anger, and her right hand subconsciously pressed on the gun holster at her waist.
The seven red flames between Chu Tianshu's brows lit up, and with fierce energy, he immediately suppressed those people.
Seeing a seventh-grade red flame suddenly appear in front of them, the arrogance of the men and women in uniform disappeared instantly, and their eyes were filled with shock.
They never thought that this man who followed Zhong Chuxi without speaking a word would actually be a decision-maker at the seventh level of Chiyan.
It is no exaggeration to say that as long as Chu Tianshu is willing, killing these people present is not much more difficult than crushing an ant.
Chu Tianshu walked up to Wu Kun and said in a quiet tone: "Can I say it now?
Where is your director?"
"Our director is..."
Wu Kun's voice was stiff: "Chunxi Tea House, second floor..."
He stopped worrying about what was in line with the rules and honestly told him where Yan Nujiao was drinking morning tea.
Chu Tianshu then put away his energy and suppressed it, and said to Zhong Chuxi: "Let's go."
The Qi suppression disappeared, and all the men and women in uniform felt relieved.
The eyes they looked at Chu Tianshu were all filled with horror.
"I've seen your work style at Dali Temple in Nandu today."
Zhong Chuxi snorted coldly and followed Chu Tianshu outside.
When the two came outside the building, Zhong Chuxi looked back and said with a cold face: "I definitely don't want to come to this kind of place again."
Chu Tianshu hugged Zhong Chuxi and said angrily: "Me too."
Seeing Chu Tianshu's funny look, Zhong Chuxi couldn't help but laugh out loud, and the anger in her heart was reduced a lot.
Chu Tianshu smiled and said, "Look, you still look good when you smile."
Zhong Chuxi gave Chu Tianshu a cute look and went to the roadside to stop the car.
The two got into the taxi, and Zhong Chuxi said: "When we get to the teahouse, we just have to tell Director Yan, believe it or not, and then we can have morning tea on the spot."
Chu Tianshu said: "Is it the kind of morning tea that you can drink until the afternoon and then drink it as afternoon tea?"
Snapped!
Zhong Chuxi snapped her fingers: "Okay."
…
Behind, a Hummer followed quietly.
The middle-aged man driving the car said worriedly: "Do you think the things have been used by them?"
"They definitely don't know Blood Pill."
The man in the black cloak on the co-pilot said something, and then gave an insidious order: "Follow closely, and then call someone for me."
The middle-aged man driving the car said in surprise: "Aren't you going to take action?"
The man in a black cloak said coldly: "Is this kind of little shrimp worthy of my personal action?
I've done everything myself, what do I need you idiots to do?"
After saying that, he added: "You are too stupid. If you dare to appear in front of me again, I will crush you to death. I really don't know how my second son would accept someone like you as his subordinate."
The middle-aged man shrank his neck and did not dare to say anything.
…
Ten minutes later, Chu Tianshu and Zhong Chuxi arrived at Chunxi Teahouse where Yan Nujiao was having morning tea.
The two of them went straight up the stairs to the second floor.
The waiter came over and asked: "How many are there?"
Chu Tianshu had already seen Yan Nujiao sitting by the window, and said with a smile: "We are looking for someone."
After saying that, the two of them walked towards Yan Nujiao.
Yan Nujiao was not alone. There were two men and women wearing Dali Temple uniforms at the same table.
They were chatting and laughing while eating and drinking, and the atmosphere was lively. It was obvious that those two people were her confidants.
Yan Nujiao is tall and well-maintained, and looks like she is in her early thirties.
Her long hair is tied on top of her head and dyed a very fashionable burgundy color.
Zhong Chuxi stepped forward and said, "Director Yan, it's not easy to meet you."
The two uniformed men and women at Yan Nujiao's table all stood up and stared at Chu Tianshu and Zhong Chuxi with wary expressions.
Yan Nujiao put down the chopsticks in her hand and looked up at Zhong Chuxi: "Who are you?
Do we know each other?"
His eyes were sharp and his attitude was somewhat unfriendly.
Zhong Chuxi took out her ID and handed it over: "We are colleagues. I am the director of the operations department of Dali Temple in Dongdu. My name is Zhong Chuxi."
"Oh...it turns out to be Director Zhong..."
Yan Nujiao picked up the tea cup in front of her, took two sips slowly, and then continued: "Director Zhong came all the way from Dongdu, what are you doing?"
Judging from her appearance, she had no intention of asking Chu Tianshu and Zhong Chuxi to sit down.
Zhong Chuxi took back her ID and said expressionlessly: "I have reason to believe that someone is trying to get the attention of Nandu Bank..."
"What about this?"
Yan Nujiao interrupted: "I have received a verbal warning from Shangfeng. That video was sent to the Dali Temple headquarters by Director Zhong, right?
I saw it too."
Yan Nujiao signaled to the men next to her to refill her tea, and then said with a half-smile: "Are you very busy at Dali Temple in Dongdu?
Is such a small thing worth traveling a long distance for you, the Chief of Operations?"
A man next to him said with a smile: "Perhaps Director Zhong is here for a trip, and he wants to make his presence felt here by the way."
Another female interface: "Yes, it is said that this is very popular in the north..."
The woman looked at Zhong Chuxi with a smile, with disdain in her eyes: "Director Zhong's expenses for coming here will definitely be reimbursed, right?"
"That's for sure."
The man smiled and said: "For the sake of our colleagues, if we treat the meal to a hotel and book it, and Director Zhong goes back with the invoice and reimburses us, we can make another profit."
Hearing the man and woman singing together, Zhong Chuxi raised her eyebrows and said sternly: "That's enough."
As if she didn't notice Zhong Chuxi's anger, Yan Nujiao pointed to the chair opposite and said with a smile: "I forgot to ask Director Zhong to sit down. I can still afford a morning tea. Take a look.
Just order whatever you want to eat."
The woman next to me laughed and said, "This is the most popular teahouse in the entire Nandu. If it weren't for the kindness of our director, you would have walked in so rashly that you wouldn't even be able to get a seat."
The man echoed: "Okay, sit down quickly and don't hold it up."
"It's not necessary, and I won't be able to afford morning tea."
Zhong Chuxi looked at Yan Nujiao condescendingly and said in a cold tone: "I would like to remind Director Yan one last time that that incident is by no means a mere rumor. If you don't pay enough attention to it, when those people really take action, you, the Dali Temple Operations Department
The director cannot absolve himself of the blame."
Yan Nujiao smiled coldly: "I am able to achieve my current status only by my own ability. I don't need Director Zhong to teach me how to do things."