In any case, the office meeting in the afternoon was held smoothly. The reason why it was said to be smooth was that Tang Li's proposal was unanimously approved at the meeting. Mei Zhu and Peng Yang, two people in charge of cult organizations and registered strengtheners,
The deputy director didn't raise any objections, but the others were busy speaking in opposition?
What's more, the year-end assessment is approaching, so this is indeed a good way to earn points.
At least it's more natural than the Hundred Days Battle or something like that.
Ansa, the deputy director in charge of finance, is the most active one. He has no role to play in the business, and there may be a large amount of income. He wishes he could support it with all his hands and feet: his pocket is tight, and "poor people" block the door every day.
, is it really cool?
The only twist and turn in the meeting was that Ang Tun, as the leader in charge of Mobile No. 1, expressed some concerns about the possible casualties caused by the follow-up actions. However, in Tang Li, "prioritize pressure on registered intensifiers" and "full compensation for casualties."
I didn't insist too much on my thinking.
After all, under normal circumstances, this is a cost-effective plan.
As long as it can be officially accepted by the Intelligent Management Center, the Internal Affairs Bureau and the Jumu Consortium - but that is what Tang Li has to do.
If he can't do it, don't expect several deputy directors to charge for him.
Once the team consensus is reached, the next step is execution.
Before the meeting, Tang Li kept saying "there is no rush", but as soon as the meeting ended, Deputy Director Peng Yang felt the pressure. After the meeting, it was already past 5 o'clock and he was about to get off work, but Tang Li had a sudden thought:
"Let's strike while the iron is hot and bring people over for a meeting in the evening. I will also participate to meet these powerful people."
"ha?"
"The last discussion organized by Xiaomi from the training section with a few 'activists' was relatively successful, but the people we met were not comprehensive after all. What we are facing is the entire society, so positive, negative, and cold eyes
Those who sit on the sidelines...will see all kinds of things."
have to!
Peng Yang didn't have anything to say. From him on down, half of the high-energy centers were so busy that their soles were burning, and they had to pay out overtime pay before they had any income.
Mei Zhu, who got off work on time, rarely teased Peng Yang: "Okay, you can still call people over. I just want to communicate with the Lost Kingdom and the Black Sun Order, but I can't find the answer."
"You're welcome."
Peng Yang laughed dryly, but what he said was true: How could the senior deputy director in front of him not find the answer? It just depends on whether he is willing to work hard to find it.
No matter how busy the High-Energy Center is, it is still in the eye of a typhoon. The real hurricane blowing and the rhythm is disrupted are those "powerful people" who are "invited" to the High-Energy Center for meetings. Don't look at them. They usually have five or six people, stomping their feet.
It seemed that half of Central City was wandering for a while, but when the High Energy Center spoke, most of them could only drop what they were doing, curse and rush to the High Energy Center headquarters.
Even the "King of the Western Suburbs" like Xu Piao, who is basically "enthroned", is hardly an exception.
Xu Piao actually wanted to make an exception, but was met with disappointment.
Normally, he would just pass by, just listen to a few casual conversations, and maybe have a meal, but that's because he usually lives in the city, so it's convenient to come and go.
But now, in an extraordinary period, he is sitting at the headquarters of Siyuan Building. He must not only mobilize various resources and seize the time to make money crazily; he must also deal with sudden threats like Dongfan to avoid capsizing; he must also be careful to entertain distinguished guests.
Multi-line operation doubles the pressure, and I really don’t want to rush to the city in the dark.
But as soon as I asked tentatively, the contact person from the mission office who always smiled coldly replied: "Mr. Peng said that if you want to ask for leave, please contact him directly."
Just contact me. You can also give us your contact information.
However, the caller immediately hung up the phone.
In fact, Xu Piao has Peng Yang's contact information. After all, as a registered intensifier, he has been operating under people's noses all year round. All the directors and deputy directors of the High Energy Center are the targets of management. However, the person with the foundation above is a bit aloof.
Contact was unsuccessful twice.
Now I call him recklessly and still ask for leave, which is really going to offend people to death.
He didn't dare to call Peng Yang, but he called around and managed to piece together the general outline of the matter. It seemed that there was a flood and famine, and the High Energy Center, well, to be precise, it was their person
The new crazy director is hungry...
As for Tang Li, Xu Piao actually took care of him, asked someone to recommend him, and met him twice.
But at that time, Tang Li was still in the Internal Affairs Bureau. He felt like an ordinary bureaucrat with no special memories. Why did he become so crazy when he arrived at the High Energy Center?
If you have no choice, just go.
Xu Piao sighed, walked around his office a few times, and finally opened the door and went out.
It was almost nightfall, and lights were on everywhere in the building. Business elites in suits and socialites with bald heads and colorful arms were walking past each other in a hurry. The scene was smooth, but if you look closely, it was a bit weird and funny.
Xu Piao himself can fit into it naturally.
He is of medium height and muscular. He habitually wears short-sleeved and tight T-shirts to show everyone his strength and bravery, as well as his front-line work style. However, he is also used to combing his short black hair neatly and wearing hairspray all day long.
Emphasis on meticulous character.
Wherever he went, whether business elites or social figures, they would stop and bow to him.
It's a bit exaggerated, but people all have likes and dislikes, and this is what he likes.
However, decades of hard work have left traces of time on him, so that his face is a bit old, and the lines at the corners of his eyes and mouth are deeper. The most impressive thing is that his mouth is wide and protruding, even though he is called "骠"
, actually more like a vigorous old ape.
Therefore, some people on the road also call him "Xu Mahou".
He asked his men to prepare the ship and prepare to take the "Phospholipid" there. Of course, before doing so, he had to accuse the distinguished guest.
Arriving at the office specially prepared for VIPs on the same floor, Xu Piao took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and met the cold gaze of a man.
This man has only a thin layer of light yellow stubble on his scalp, sparse eyebrows, deep-set eye sockets, dark gray eyes, a straight nose bridge, an obvious and protruding chin line, and obvious Caucasian features. He wears a double-breasted suit vest with dark dark lines.
, wearing a striped tie and a gray shirt, sitting on the boss's chair behind the desk, with his hands on the table, sitting upright and with a serious expression, as if he was the owner of this building, this industry, and this violent gang.
No matter how many times he saw him, Xu Piao felt instinctively uncomfortable with this person's posture.
But this did not delay him from smiling: "Director Angze."
This man's appearance is rare in the East 725th District, but his name is relatively local. Xu Piao once suspected that this man was somewhat related to Ang Tun, the deputy director of the High Energy Center, but this "director"
"Not that "director".
This Director Ang Ze is the security director of the Jumu Consortium in the East 725th District, but he usually does not care about production safety, but dispatches bodyguards, security teams and other violent units. He is not the head of the army, but is better than the head of the army. It is said that in East 72nd
District Five is even more powerful than the branch boss of Jumu Consortium, and is a real big shot.
Well, although Deputy Director Ang Tun of the High-Energy Center is also a powerful person in charge of a violent organization, his social status is still one or two levels lower than this one.
Xu Piao didn't even dare to offend Peng Yang, the idle deputy director of the High Energy Center, let alone Ang Ze, who was at least three grades higher. Therefore, his smile came naturally and was very sincere:
"Director Angze, I'm going to be lazy tonight..."
He quickly explained the matter and waited for Angze's opinion.
Behind the large desk, Ang Ze's posture did not change much, he only nodded slightly: "Tang Li..."
Behind, gone.
Xu Piao could still only laugh with him. A big shot like Ang Ze usually didn't get his turn to receive the reception, but this time there was a special matter that required the use of Piao's gang and corresponding resources.
Building supervision.
Everyone is here, what can Xu Piao do? He can only serve him carefully.
Just like that, after waiting for almost two minutes, Xu Piao couldn't hold on no matter how well-educated he was.
He reluctantly made the smile lines at the corners of his mouth clearer and tentatively spoke:
"If Director, you have no other arrangements..."
"Let's get together."
"Why?"
Behind the big desk, Ang Ze had already stood up and went to the coat rack to get his suit jacket: "I also want to go back to the city, let's come together."
Xu Piao didn't understand what was going on, but he could only agree: "Well, that's good. In this way, the 'Phospholipid'..."
"Take my helicopter." Ang Ze put on his suit jacket, buttoned it up, and spoke concisely, "Faster."
"Uh, okay."
After spending the past two days together, Xu Piao never expected that this person would be so easy to deal with.
So, a few minutes later, the two of them boarded the rooftop apron of the Siyuan Building, and got on Angze's medium-sized twin-engine business helicopter in the completely dark sky.
They were the only two people on the flight.
The interior of this business helicopter is luxurious and comfortable, but unlike other similar models, the cockpit and crew cabin are separated here. There are only two seats in the back row, which happens to be one for Ang Ze and Xu Piao.
The helicopter took off quickly, using the dark red "Blood Moon Hook" as a reference, crossing the dark waters and flying towards the brightly lit central city.
In this way, Xu Piao can report to the High Energy Center in about twenty minutes.
Logically speaking, the time is very short, but Xu Piao felt that it was very long.
He sat on the luxurious sofa and looked at the backs of the two pilots' heads. He felt that the atmosphere was stiff and he really didn't know what to talk about with the cold-tempered big man next to him.
Finally, it was Angze who started the topic: "Your price is too expensive."
"Why?"
"You hand over so many living people and dead bodies to the Lost Kingdom every year for this price?"
Xu Piao's face froze, and he suddenly understood why Ang Ze let him take the helicopter - this was another form of confined space, or even an interrogation room.
His protruding mouth immediately pursed.
Ang Ze continued to speak, this time changing the statement: "There is a deeper relationship between you, but it doesn't matter. If you are not the 'son of God', we are not interested. However, at this stage, the Lost Kingdom is not qualified to fish in troubled waters. Since you are here
In your position, you must be a good messenger, understand?"
"..."
Xu Piao wasn't sure how he should answer, but then he understood that Ang Ze didn't care about his attitude at all.
As he said, Xu Piao is just a messenger, a humanoid recorder, nothing more.
Therefore, Xu Piao could only grin.
But at this time, Ang Ze's eyes were no longer on his face, but pointed to the cockpit, and said without starting or ending:
"The blood moon hook is on."
"ha?"
Xu Piao didn't understand or see it.
But almost as Angze finished speaking, the helicopter beneath him suddenly shook slightly, and there seemed to be an ominous noise.
"We hit a bird, owl." The co-pilot from the front said simply in a calm tone.
But the next moment, the same person yelled out of control:
"Depend on!"
Xu Piao knew something was wrong, so he looked forward and vaguely saw a circle of cracks on the front windshield, and in the center, a vague mass of flesh and feathers was squirming violently, trying to penetrate.
In fact, at this moment, bone spurs like awls had pierced the windshield, and there seemed to be sharp needles whistling. The two pilots in the front row groaned and visibly collapsed, and then an alarm sounded on the helicopter instrument panel.
The red light flashed and the fuselage swayed, obviously losing its balance and falling sharply downward.
When Xu Piao's scalp was numb, he heard Ang Ze say: