No matter what, the office meeting in the afternoon was held smoothly. The reason why it was smooth was because Tang Li's proposal was unanimously agreed at this meeting. Mei Zhu and Peng Yang, the two deputy directors in charge of the cult organization and the booked reinforcers, did not raise any objections. The others were idle and spoke out against it?

What's more, the year-end assessment is approaching, which is indeed a good way to get points.

At least it is a little more natural than the Hundred Days Battle or something.

Deputy Director Ansa, who is in charge of finance, is the most active one. He is not the turn of his business to contribute, and he may have a large amount of money. He wishes he could raise his hands and feet to agree: Is it really good to have a tight pocket in his pocket and let "Ying Nuo" block the door every day?

The only twists and turns in the meeting was that as the leader in charge of the Mobile Department, Anton showed some concerns about the possible casualties caused by the follow-up operations. However, under Tang Li's idea of ​​"prioritizing pressure on the list to strengthen" and "full casualties compensation", he did not insist too much.

After all, under normal circumstances, this is a favorable and easy plan.

As long as the Intelligent Management Center can be accepted by the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Giant Wood Consortium on the official side - but that is what Tang Li wants to do.

If he can't do it, don't expect several deputy directors to charge for him.

The team has reached a consensus, and the next thing is implementation.

Before the meeting, Tang Li kept saying "No hurry", but as soon as the meeting ended, Deputy Director Peng Yang felt the pressure. It was already past 5 o'clock after the meeting and it was almost time to get off work. As a result, Tang Li had a sudden idea:

"We will strike while the iron is hot and bring people to the meeting in the evening. I will also attend to see these powerful people."

"ha?"

"Xiaomi, who was in the training department last time, had a relatively successful discussion with several 'activists', but the people we met were not comprehensive. We are facing the entire society, so we have to see all kinds of people, positive, negative, cold-eyed people... we have to see all kinds of people."

have to!

Peng Yang had nothing to say. At present, half of the high-energy center was so busy that cigarettes were ripe for their feet. Before the items were in, they had to pay for the overtime pay first.

Mei Zhu, who was just off work, could not make fun of Peng Yang: "Okay, you can still call someone here. Even if I want to communicate with the Lost Country and the Black Sun Cult, I can't find any end."

"You are kind."

Peng Yang laughed dryly, but his words were real: How could the senior deputy director in front of him be unable to find his head? It just depends on whether he is willing to put in time to find it.

No matter how busy the high-energy center is, it is still the eye of a typhoon. The real hurricane has passed and the rhythm is chaotic, and the "powerful figures" who are "invited" to the high-energy center for meetings. Although they usually have five or six people, they stomp their feet and feel like half of the central city is swaying twice, but when the high-energy center speaks, most of them can only leave their things and rush to the high-energy center headquarters.

Even if it is a "King of the Western Suburbs" like Xu Piao, it is hard to be an exception.

Xu Piao actually thought it was an exception, but he was disappointed.

In the past, he just passed by, but just listened to a few words of soup, and maybe he could have a meal, but that was because he lived in the city on weekdays, making it convenient to come and go.

But now, in an extraordinary period, he is in charge of the headquarters of Siyuan Building. He has to dispatch various resources and seize the time to make money wildly; he also has to deal with sudden threats like Dongban to avoid capsizing; he has to be careful to entertain distinguished guests.

With multi-line operation, the pressure doubled, and I really don’t want to rush into the city in the dark.

But as soon as he asked tentatively, the contact person from the Propaganda Department who usually smiled and replied coldly: "Mr. Peng said that he wanted to ask for leave and contact him directly."

Just contact me, you can give me a contact information.

However, the phone was hung up directly there.

In fact, Xu Piao has Peng Yang's contact information. After all, as a registered strengthener, he has been active under his nose all year round. All directors and deputy directors of the High Energy Center are all responsible for their attention. However, the person who is based on the foundation is a bit cold and has not successfully contacted them both times.

Now that I am rashly beating him, I still have to ask for leave, and I really offend someone to death.

He didn't dare to call Peng Yang, but he called the other side and barely spliced ​​the rough outline of the matter. It seemed that the flood was coming, the famine was coming, and the high-energy center was in full swing. Well, to be precise, their new crazy director was hungry...

As for Tang Li, Xu Piao has really handled the matter, asked someone to recommend him, and met him twice.

But at that time, Tang Li was still in the Interior Bureau and felt like he was an ordinary bureaucrat with no special memory points. Why did he get crazy when he arrived at the high-energy center?

There is no way, just go.

Xu Piao sighed, walked around his office for a few times, and finally opened the door and went out.

It was already night, and the lights were on everywhere in the Siyuan Building. Business elites in suits and ties and bald people in the society were walking in a hurry, passing by. The scene was silky, but it was a bit strange and funny when you looked at it carefully.

Xu Piao himself could naturally integrate into it.

He is medium-sized and muscular, and he is used to wearing short-sleeved tight T-shirts to show everyone his strength and courage and his work style that tends to be the front line. However, he is also used to combed his short black hair neatly all day long, and even put on coats, emphasizing his meticulous personality.

Wherever he went, whether he was a business elite or a social person, he would stop bowing to him.

It's a bit exaggerated, but people have likes and dislikes, and this is his good taste.

However, after decades of hard work, he still left traces of time for him, so that his face was a little old, with deep lines on the corners of his eyes and mouth. The most impressive thing was that his mouth was wide and had a strong bulge. Although he was called "Pi", he was actually more like a strong old ape.

Therefore, there are also people on the road who call him "Xu Mahou".

He asked his men to prepare a boat and prepare to take the "phospholipid" number. Of course, he would also sue him before this.

When he arrived at the office specially prepared for VIPs on the same floor, Xu Piao took a breath, pushed the door open, and met a man's cold gaze.

The man only had a thin layer of light yellow stubble on his scalp, thin eyebrows, deep eye sockets, dark gray eyes, straight nose bridge, obvious lines of his chin and protruding outwards, and obvious white features. He was wearing a dark dark patterned double-collar suit vest, paired with a striped tie and a gray shirt, sitting on the boss's chair behind the desk, with his hands on the table, sitting in a straight posture and a serious expression, as if he was the owner of this building, this industry, and this violent gang.

No matter how many times he met, Xu Piao was instinctively discomfortable with this person's posture.

But this did not delay him showing a smile: "Director Angze."

The appearance of this man is rare in East 725 District, but his name is relatively local. Xu Piao once suspected that this person had something to do with the deputy director of the High Energy Center, Anton, but this "director" is not the other "director".

Director Angze is the security director of Jumu Consortium in East 725 District, but usually does not care about production safety, but dispatches violent units such as bodyguards, security teams, etc., and is not the military head, but is better than the military head. It is said that in East 725 District, he is even more powerful than the boss of Jumu Consortium's branch and is a real big shot.

Well, although the deputy director of the High Energy Center is also a strong subordinate to the violent agency, he is vaguely one or two levels behind this person in social status.

Xu Piao didn't even dare to offend Peng Yang, the idle deputy director of the high-energy center, let alone Ang Ze, who is at least three levels higher. Therefore, his smile came out naturally and was very sincere:

"Director Angze, I'll be neglected tonight..."

He quickly told the matter and waited for Ang Ze's opinion.

Behind the large desk, Ang Ze's posture did not change much, he just nodded slightly: "Tang Li..."

Behind, it's gone.

Xu Piao could only laugh with her. It was not his turn to receive a big shot like Ang Ze. However, this time there was a special matter that required the use of the Piao Gang and corresponding resources. This person was so arrogant that he went to the Siyuan Building to supervise.

Everyone is here, what can Xu Piao do? You can only serve him carefully.

Just like this, after waiting for almost two minutes, Xu Piao couldn't hold on any better cultivation.

He barely made the smile lines on the corners of his mouth clearer and spoke tentatively:

"If the director, you have no other arrangements..."

"Let's go together."

"Why?"

Behind the large desk, Ang Ze had already stood up and took his blazer at the coat rack: "I'm going back to the city, let's go together."

Xu Piao couldn't figure out what was going on, but he could only agree: "Then, that's good. In this way, 'phospholipid number'..."

"Sit in my helicopter." Ang put on a blazer, fastened his buttons, and spoke concisely, "faster."

"Uh, OK."

After spending two days together, Xu Piao never expected that this person would be so easy to deal with.

So, a few minutes later, the two boarded the rooftop apron of Siyuan Building, and in the already completely dim sky, they boarded the medium-sized twin-engine business helicopter of Anze.

The only two of them took the opportunity.

This business helicopter has a luxurious interior and a comfortable feeling, but unlike other similar models, the cockpit and the crew cabin are separated here, and there are only two seats arranged in the rear seat, which happens to be one of Ang and Xu Piao.

The helicopter took off quickly, using the dark red "Blood Moon Hook" as a reference object, crossed the dark waters and flew towards the brightly lit central city.

In this way, Xu Piao will be able to report to the High Energy Center in about twenty minutes.

Logically speaking, the time is very short, but Xu Piao feels it is very long.

He sat on the luxurious sofa and looked at the back of the two pilots' heads. He felt the atmosphere was stiff and he really didn't know what to talk to the cold-hearted big man beside him.

Finally, Aung started the topic: "Your price is expensive."

"Why?"

"You hand over so many living people and dead bodies to the Lost Country every year, is it all the price?"

Xu Piao froze and suddenly understood why Ang Ze asked him to take a helicopter - this was another form of confined space, or even an interrogation room.

His protruding mouth then pursed.

Ang Ze continued to speak, and changed his statement this time: "You have a deeper relationship, but it doesn't matter. We are not interested in it. However, at this stage, the lost country is not qualified to take advantage of the troubled waters. Since you are in this position, you must be a good messenger, understand?"

“…”

Xu Piao was not 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 was just a messenger, a human-shaped recorder, and that's all.

So Xu Piao could only grin.

But at this time, Ang Ze's eyes were no longer on his face, but pointed to the cockpit, saying without any end:

"The Blood Moon Hook is Bright."

"ha?"

Xu Piao didn't understand, nor did he see it.

But almost as Angze finished speaking, the helicopter under him suddenly shook slightly, as if there was an ominous noise.

"I hit a bird, owl." In front, the co-pilot spoke calmly and briefly informed.

But the next moment, the same person was a roar of disobedience:

"Depend on!"

Xu Piao knew something was wrong, so he looked forward and vaguely saw a circle of cracks on the windshield in front. In the center, a vague mass of flesh and blood feathers were squirming violently and were about to penetrate.

In fact, at this moment, the bone spurs were like cones, and the windshield had pierced. There seemed to be a sharp needle. The two pilots in the front row were muffled and could see them limp. Then the red alarm on the helicopter dashboard flashed red, the fuselage swung, and it was obviously out of balance and landed sharply.

When Xu Piao was numbing his scalp, he heard Ang Ze say in his ear:
Chapter completed!