Before she could finish speaking, 'Deputy Director Cheng' on the other side of the phone interrupted, "Okay, don't say anything else. There is a task now, and I want to see your performance."
It was rare for the organization to think so highly of her. Mu Mu cheered up and replied excitedly: "I will definitely not let down the expectations of the organization and live up to Deputy Director Cheng's love."
How could she forget that impassioned oath?
As Lao Mu said, any retreat is a sign of cowardice and a coward.
Once you make a choice, you must go on.
'Deputy Director Cheng' on the other side of the phone listened to Mu Mu's assurance and said with satisfaction: "The country will not choose the wrong person. It is best to come to work early tomorrow morning. A secret meeting for this mission will be held early tomorrow morning."
Mu Mu replied forcefully: "Yes!"
After chatting with 'Deputy Director Cheng' for a few more words, she hung up the phone and happily told Qin Ningrui what Deputy Director Cheng had told her.
"Sure enough, talents will not be buried forever."
Here comes her chance to realize her grand ambition.
The small national emblem and the August 1st red flag fluttering in the wind were imprinted on her heart.
She will not let down her father's expectations or embarrass him.
"Master, I'm so nervous." After Jiang Bei made the call, his heart was beating rapidly.
He was actually asked to pretend to be a leader. Fortunately, he chose the very unpopular "Acoustic Transformation" course in college. At that time, few schools in the country had such a weird course.
He leaned against the big tree, squinting at his tall and handsome master, and cursed in his heart: Didn't you say that I am useless? Why don't you make the call yourself? You are the leader. Deputy Director Cheng Cheng is definitely better than me.
It's more impressive.
Lu Yifan held a piece of grass in his mouth, put his hands in the pockets of his suit pants, leaned lazily against a thick tree, and looked at the man and woman sitting on the lawn with an evil smile.
Mu Mu's laughter can still be heard from time to time.
The corners of his mouth could not help but curl up higher and higher.
Looking at her sunny smiling face, he murmured to himself: "Girl, my basketball skills are no worse than this kid's."
Thinking back to the tacit understanding they had when playing basketball just now, as if they could guess what moves the opponent was going to use, he was really jealous.
Jiang Bei tugged his lips in disdain. What a small-minded man. How small-minded compared to a young junior who is five or six years younger than himself.
What irritated Lu Yifan the most was that Mu Mu and Qin Nigrui were wearing the same pair of pants of the same color and brand today.
In the past two years that I have been with Mu Mu, he always wears white shirts and suits, or pajamas and home clothes, and rarely wears casual clothes.
Every time he goes out, he always wants Mu Mu to dress up in the same style as him, and sometimes he is even annoyed that she always wears childish sports sweaters.
But she has never tried to dress up as a couple once in a while like ordinary people do, let alone match her style.
It's a pity when I think about it now.
It must be made up for in the future.
Thinking of this, he gave Qin Ningrui, who was sitting next to Mu Mu, a sharp look.
Boy, you unexpectedly took advantage of the situation. Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, you waited.
Lu Yifan's heart was full of activity, and suddenly he felt a pair of eyes staring at him. He tilted his head and met Jiang Bei's eyes full of contempt.
He curled his lips coldly and smiled insidiously: "Jiang Bei, I will never threaten you again by sending you to the Mountain Hope Project."
