After getting in the car, Tian Yu couldn't help but ask: "Qingyun, Ding Chui misbehaved when he left a good deputy director and went to Chengdu to become a traffic policeman. Could it be that he is mentally ill?"
It turns out that the policeman just now was none other than Ding Chui, a senior member of the Ministry of National Security.
Ding Chui said that Tian Yu was mentally ill, and Tian Yu immediately returned the favor.
Chen Qingyun said solemnly: "Ding Chui is a senior inspector of the Ministry of National Security. He came to Chengdu under cover of his identity. Someone in Chengdu must be in trouble."
"It turns out he's from the Ministry of National Security. It's funny. I'll have to find a way to help him later."
"Don't cause trouble for him, just help him." Chen Qingyun knew that if Tian Yu got close to Ding Chui, it would be strange for Ding Chui not to have a big head.
"Did you understand what Ding Chui just said?" Tian Yu rolled her eyes and immediately stared at Chen Qingyun with a smile.
Chen Qingyun was so stared at by Tian Yu that he had to pretend to be confused: "Ding Chui said a lot, forget it, he is just a lunatic, ignore him."
Tian Yu said arrogantly: "You dare, Ding Chui said, I am a patient, you must be responsible to the end."
Chen Qingyun was shocked when he heard this, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he quickly changed the subject: "Let's go, Mr. Mo should be in a hurry."
At this time, Zhang Luo's arrogant voice came from the roadside: "They crashed my car, how dare you let them go."
Ding Chui said calmly: "Where did it hit?"
Zhang Luo said harshly: "It's just that little bit different. It scared me to death. They have to compensate for my mental losses."
From the roadside, people roared with laughter: "It turns out that the bad guy is making trouble for no reason. Let's go. There's nothing to see."
Ding Chui stopped paying attention to Zhang Luo and turned to leave. Zhang Luo pointed at Ding Chui and yelled: "You dare to leave, see if I don't strip you of your police uniform."
"By you?"
"Don't think I can't do it. I've remembered it. Your police number is 8338."
Hearing this, Ding Zhui said coldly: "I'll tell you how to remember, left 38, right 38, you can remember it well."
Tian Yu heard the conversation between Zhang Luo and Ding Chui and wanted to open the door and get out of the car again. Chen Qingyun quickly locked the door and started the engine at the same time, and the car slid into the fast lane.
Chen Qingyun's stay in Province S was very short. He only visited Mo Shaoyan. Fang Zhengtai and the designer returned to Yanjing, because when he went to work tomorrow, Chen Qingyun had to rush to the department to report his work to the supervisor.
The body of the designer was beyond Chen Qingyun's expectation. Under Ji Cheng's care, he had green hair all over his head, a rosy complexion, and a windy walk. He was really getting younger and younger.
In Feiyun Mountain, the designer arranged a vegetable garden of more than ten acres, which actually supplied a large group of Cheetah troops.
Since leaving Yanjing, the designer has never returned to Yanjing. He has become accustomed to this leisurely and contented pastoral life.
Mo Shaoyan's situation is better than that of the designer. Mr. Mo has been living in Zilongwan Villa for these years, practicing Qingwei Jue quietly, and he has reached the fourth level.
In front of Mo Shaoyan, Chen Qingyun did not hide anything and poured out all his troubles to Mo Shaoyan. When Chen Qingyun was leaving, Mo Shaoyan gave Chen Qingyun a few sentences from Baizhang Qinggui.
For troubles, patience is regarded as Bodhi, not arguing about right and wrong is liberation, deeds are regarded as meritorious, and understanding of cause and effect is regarded as no fault.
Chen Qingyun has gained a lot from his trip to Province S, and he no longer pays much attention to his work report tomorrow.
Chen Qingyun has done his best in the Liting hole-sweeping operation. As for how He Jia and others arrange themselves, Chen Qingyun can't control that much.
Chen Qingyun doesn't take him seriously, so it doesn't mean that others don't take him seriously either. When Chen Qingyun came to the ministry office, the staff took him to the floor where the department leaders work.
In the luxurious small conference room of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, an assessment team of nearly ten people was waiting for Chen Qingyun's arrival.
The moment he entered the conference room, Chen Qingyun understood that this was not a work report, it was clearly an admonishment talk.
Civil servants usually report their work to higher-level agencies at the end of the year and the beginning of the year, usually with the power of the top leader. As a counselor, Chen Qingyun came to the ministry agency to report his work half a year. The thing itself is weird.
"Comrade Qingyun, is it true that you have been away from your post for more than a month and have not asked the ambassador for leave?" The leader was a deputy minister. After saying a few clichés, he went straight to the topic.
Chen Qingyun answered honestly: "Yes."
"Okay, good attitude." The deputy minister continued to ask with a smile: "In addition to your own job, have you undertaken a secret mission?"
"yes."
Chen Qingyun's answer was very natural and smooth, but the deputy minister believed that Chen Qingyun was bullying him for not knowing the secrets of the secret front.
The deputy minister was very angry because, except for people at the military general level, there were almost no staff who were responsible for secret missions in embassies abroad that he did not have control over.
"Are you from the military?"
"yes."
"Are you a major general or a lieutenant general?" the deputy minister blurted out his question out of anger.
This time, Chen Qingyun said one more word: "Major General."
The conference room was silent. No one expected that the little Kazakh counselor was actually a major general in the military.
The deputy minister knocked on the conference table and said sternly: "Comrade Qingyun, do you know that every word you say will be recorded in your file."
Chen Qingyun said calmly: "If the minister doesn't believe it, you can go to Arrow Gate to check my ID." After saying that, Chen Qingyun took out his military officer's ID card and Mr. Yi gave him the instructions to reissue it.
The trick Chen Qingyun came up with was to ask Zhou Ji for instructions. Zhou Ji pushed Chen Qingyun to Mr. Yi, who without saying a word, picked up a pen and gave him a handwritten instruction.
With the reputation of Mr. Yi, the deputy minister was determined to find trouble with Chen Qingyun, but he didn't dare. This interview, which cost the boss a lot of effort, ended in an anticlimactic manner.
The back view of the deputy minister when he went out reminded Chen Qingyun of a person: Chen Shimei. After leaving the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Chen Qingyun went straight to Yuquan Villa.
Wang Anhua did not go out. He understood Chen Qingyun's work report very clearly. Because he was worried about Chen Qingyun, he had been waiting at home.
Wang Anhua was naturally happy that Chen Qingyun returned home safely. Wang Anhua immediately answered Chen Qingyun's questions.
It turns out that Mr. Chen was the longest-serving minister of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. He later served as deputy prime minister for one term and was also in charge of foreign affairs.
Almost all the middle-level cadres of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs were promoted step by step by Mr. Chen. It is no exaggeration to say that after Mr. Chen abdicates, he will still be half of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
The deputy minister who presided over the interview today is Mr. Chen's second son. He finally seized this opportunity, but almost couldn't get off the stage. Fortunately, deputy minister Chen is relatively low-key, otherwise he would definitely make a big fool of himself.
Chen Qingyun has the rank of major general in the military. It is impossible for the He and Huang families not to know about it, but no one told Vice Minister Chen. After the interview, Vice Minister Chen became very wary of the He and Huang families.
The waters in Yanjing are deep. Vice Minister Chen's interview did not cause any disturbance, and not a single thing was missing that should be carried out.
Now that Chen Qingyun has returned to Yanjing, he is not in a hurry to go to Harbin. The next thing to deal with is the issue between Ding Qishi and Yi Dahu.
From classmates to masters and disciples, the relationship between Chen Qingyun, Ding Qishi, and Yi Dahu became more subtle. At that time in Ziwei Mountain, the mature Bai Yunzi had anticipated this embarrassing situation, so he asked Zhenjun Yuehua
I stayed with Chen Qingyun in Bai De Country for more than ten days.
When Ding Qishi and Yi Dahu escaped the call of death and successfully entered the innate realm, Bai Yunzi showed off to Ding Qishi and Yi Dahu: Either become Chen Qingyun's disciples, or withdraw their skills, erase their memories, and then let them go.
The two came out of the mountain.
Ding Qishi and Yi Dahu had no choice, and coyly became Chen Qingyun's disciples. Chen Qingyun also realized these things later.
It had been a few days since returning to Yanjing, but Ding Qishi and Yi Dahu were nowhere to be seen. Chen Qingyun understood that these two boys had not yet overcome the hurdle deep in their hearts.
To untie the bell, one must tie it. When Chen Qingyun came out of Yuquan Villa, he was thinking about how to deal with Ding Qishi and Yi Dahu. When he returned to Liquan Community, he had already made up his mind.