"Mu Cang, why did Mu Ren ask you to come out to pick us up? You're too polite." It was Ji Zhong who spoke, who came with Duan Jingbo.

"Lord, what are you talking about? When you and the chief ministers come over, of course I will come out to greet you. Just don't blame me for my lack of etiquette." The person who spoke was seven feet tall, with a green face, a strong build, and a dignified manner.

He has thick eyebrows and bright eyes, and a pair of big, rough hands. The veins are out and the marks are mottled. One look at them shows that they are the result of years of sword making.

"How is that possible? Let's go in."

"Yan Tong, please bring the country leader and the general manager in first. I'll wait for other deployment officials here."

"Yes." Yan Tong responded sonorously, "Master of the country, General Secretary, please come this way."

Ji Zhong lifted his legs and walked away without saying anything more. Duan Jingbo walked beside him, and the two of them were speechless.

Not long after, the general managers of all ministries arrived, and Muren of the Northern Tang Dynasty began to preside over the election meeting.

Before saying anything more, Musi of the Northern Tang Dynasty spoke first, recommending Fifth Sanskrit as the new minister. After saying this, several chief ministers were speechless, and Ji Zhong said slowly: "Mu Xi, why isn't he from your military and political department?

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"I think the fifth Sanskrit is more suitable for this position." Musi suggested.

"Huh." Duan Jingbo scolded, "You're a little girl, your Military and Political Department is really getting more and more interesting." After saying that, he turned to look at Bei Ming opposite, their eyes met, and neither of them had any intention of retreating.

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"Muren, why didn't I see the other three departments of yours discussing things together today?" Ji Zhong was referring to the external branches of the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs at the three major borders of Dongling, South, North and West. Beitang Chi, the director of the fourth branch in the north, is

Muren and Musi's cousin; Nan Kun, the minister of the fifth branch in the south;

"The three of them will not attend this meeting." Beiming said.

"Oh?" Ji Zhong looked at Beiming. Duan Jingbo and other department officials couldn't help but turn their heads. It seemed inappropriate for Beiming to relay these words.

Everyone looked at Bei Ming. They had not yet adapted to the fact that these words were spoken by a twelve-year-old boy. He said it before all the military and political officials and even the generals, which made many "outsiders" feel uncomfortable. But be careful.

When they looked over, they realized that they had thought wrongly. Bei Ming's unstoppable look made them stop thinking about it and turned around one after another.

"What's going on?" Ji Zhong asked. He didn't seem to expect that all the ministers of the three major departments would not come to the meeting. According to convention, even if they, the external general director, are not here, the ministers of the three major branches will communicate with them through the video screen.

Everyone at the scene was discussing things, why did things change today?

"Nan Kun said that he was too lazy to listen, and everything is decided by the general." Ying Zheng said, seemingly casually. "Bei Tangchi has the same temper as him. Xia Tao is very withdrawn, and he can't say a few words when we meet him on weekdays.

, there are so many people today, he will not show up." After Ying Zheng finished speaking, he looked at everyone opposite as if nothing had happened.

"In that case, do you have any opinions on my proposal?" Beitang Musi said.

No one from the Military and Administrative Department spoke out to object.

"Beitang, since you asked us to come today, let us have a word at least." Duan Jingbo said with a look on his face. It was obvious that his words were directed at Beitang Muren.

"You tell me." Beitang Muren said solemnly.

"Judging from the results of the competition alone, she lost. I don't know what ability she has to serve as the minister of your military and political department. And everyone must have heard about her background. Let's not say that she is a tourist.

If we look back, the fifth family is not considered ordinary people." Duan Jingbo said this rather frivolously, and it seemed that he meant ordinary people. "Although these are all old things, we people from Dongling and Jiuxiao are the same.

Gua Ge, do you think this is appropriate?"

"General, I don't know if I can say a few words." The person who spoke was Guan He, the Director-General of the Ministry of Communications. He was young and promising, just over thirty-five years old. He had been in the post of Director-General for four years. Guan He did his job.

He is serious, meticulous, methodical, and his square face exudes a meticulous and upright temperament. In front of many chief executives, he is always humble and polite, and never goes too far, so people gradually ignore his age.

"Say." Muren said.

When Guan He heard the word "Beitang Muren", he immediately became alert, but he still spoke: "I don't dare. General, I just want to give my opinion. If there is something wrong, don't mind. Although the Fifth Sanskrit Yin

She has good spiritual power, but compared with the ministers of our Military and Political Department, I think there is still a gap. And whether she is too young, I think not all young people can be compared with Minister Beiming. This is mine

A little bit of advice to make you laugh."

"I don't think there's anything wrong with it. Everyone has seen Fifth's ability in the second game. Heba's strength cannot be surpassed for a while. And for things like spiritual power, who knows whether he can catch up from behind.

What's more, her spiritual power is not ordinary. Guan He, if you compare it with the fifth one, you may not be able to succeed."

Ji Zhong cast a sharp look at Guan He, who was speechless for a moment. "As for Jiuxiao, we, Dong Ling, have always been on equal footing with them, so we have no scruples." Ji Zhong felt a little unhappy at the last words.

After Ji Zhong finished speaking, the conference room became slightly quiet. Not long after, another voice rang.

"General." The one who spoke was Pei Xi, the chief of the prison department. Years of work have left him with a violent aura. His blue face has an indescribable fear, and the drooped corners of his mouth are his usual habit when thinking about problems.

, there are two deep vertical lines in the middle of his brow. "I would like to say a few words." Pei Xi respected Northern Tang Muren very much, even more than he respected the king of the country.

"Please speak." Muren said. Pei Xi nodded and saluted.

"I think what Director General Duan just said makes sense. There are foreigners holding important positions in Dongling's confidential departments. I think it's really not appropriate. There is no problem in letting the fifth group of tourists live in Dongling.

, as long as we take more precautions. But the people from the fifth family have a close relationship with the Jiuxiao Military and Political Department. If we use their people in the same military and political system, it may not be safe enough." Pei Xi finished his opinion with a stern face.

Judging from the current situation, three major ministries and commissions have already raised objections. Beitang Muren remained silent. He looked at the people below and waited to see if other departments had any objections. For a while, no one spoke again. He could refute it.

He accepted the opinions of these people, but since he asked someone to come to the Military and Administrative Department, he couldn't be out of proportion. The Military and Administrative Department did not belong to his Beitang family, but to Dongling.
Chapter completed!