Chapter 420: Looks OK
Chapter 420: Looks OK
Qi Yan walked up to Bai Jin with a concerned look on his face, raised his hand and touched Bai Jin's smooth forehead:
"How's it going? Does it hurt?"
platinum:"……"
She was overwhelmed by Qi Yan's sudden concern and quickly dodged backwards:
"I, I, I...I'm fine."
"I'm glad you're okay." Qi Yan said with relief, "I just noticed that you agree with my speech the most, and you even took notes... Hmm, what the hell is this? You're a pretty girl, but your handwriting is like ghostwriting.
Forget it, come on, let our Platinum Master stand up and speak for me about the matter of Plot Zero."
Roy took the lead in applauding immediately.
Amid the thunderous applause, Bai Jin felt like crying but had no tears.
There are some things that Qi Yan can say casually, but once she says it, it may not mean what she means.
She stood up reluctantly and stood there for a long time without daring to speak.
Qi Yan's expression gradually darkened, he sighed and said:
"It seems that our little Platinum is not doing well in his studies. Come to my room tonight and I will give you private tutoring."
"Plot Zero is the place to deal with useless infected knights!" Platinum instantly gave the answer in the most concise way.
Then, she saw a flash of regret in Qi Yan's eyes.
This made Bai Jin even more frightened.
She knew that she looked okay, but this new leader was too anxious. Why was he so impatient when they met for the first time?
Bai Jin suddenly had the urge to pack up and run away.
Qi Yan waved his hand to signal Bai Jin to sit down, and then he returned to the front of the crowd with his hands behind his back:
“As our Little Platinum said, Plot Zero is an important base for harmless treatment of infected people. It cannot be exposed, or it will cause public outrage, so we must stop the Red Pine Knights!
I have a fairly complete plan here, let me tell you about it in detail.
First of all, we need to send a large number of people to guard the Federation Building. This is extremely important. Let our Green Gold... Tsk, that sounds ugly. Let's change the name to Emerald Throne. Mr. Roy will lead the team personally."
Roy, whose job title was suddenly changed, twitched his mouth and asked cautiously:
"Mr. Qi Yan, how are you going to have us keep watch?"
"What are you talking about? What do you mean by that?"
Qi Yan was immediately unhappy: "Of course you have to use all your strength and watch carefully without letting even a fly in!
Of course, I know that this will make everyone extremely nervous and inevitably a little tired, so we must implement a scientific work system.
9 to 5 every day, with a two-hour lunch break, no one is allowed to disrupt this schedule! "
Roy took a deep breath and did a tactical backward move.
Everyone in the meeting room had a strange expression on their face.
At this moment, a young member of the Wuzun League timidly raised his hand and asked:
"What about tonight?"
All eyes were instantly fixed on him.
The experienced member of the Wuzhe League who was about to raise his hand to slap him was so scared that he quickly moved away from the young man.
Qi Yan pointed his finger at the young member of the Wuzhou League:
“You kid, I remember you, it was you in the Union Building, you…did a great job!
Your concerns are reasonable, and I am not the kind of leader who cannot tolerate unpleasant but honest advice, so I will accept your suggestion.
I'll let you work the night shift, starting after get off work every day, until nine o'clock the next day when the others come... and you'll work the day shift with them."
The young member of the Wuzhou League widened his eyes, counted on his fingers for a long time, and said hesitantly:
"Then I won't have any rest time?"
This time, before Qi Yan could say anything, the experienced member of the Wuzhou League next to him suddenly pounced over and slapped him on the head.
"Idiot, did you listen to the leader carefully?" the experienced Wuzhang League member scolded, "The leader said that we should take a two-hour lunch break every day!"
The young member of the Wuzhou League held his head and said aggrievedly: "Not enough...ah!"
A crisp slap sounded.
"Is it enough?"
"Do not……"
Snapped!
"Is it enough?!"
“…Enough, enough, enough!”
Qi Yan waited until the fight was over before shouting:
"I told you not to engage in workplace bullying!"
The experienced members of the Wuzhan League immediately bowed and apologized:
"Leader, I was wrong. I failed to remember your teachings."
"It's good that you know you're wrong, but if apologies are useful, why punish them?" Qi Yan snorted, "Go to Roy to receive your punishment afterwards. I'll double your salary for next month!"
"Thank you, leader!"
The experienced members of the Wuzhan League were all delighted and kept bowing and expressing their gratitude.
The eyes of the other people around him immediately turned red, and they all stared at the young member of the Wuzhou Alliance as if they had spotted a piece of fat meat.
Following this kid seems to be a way to make money!
Qi Yan had almost said what he wanted to say, but was interrupted again, which dampened his interest.
He clapped his hands, officially declaring the meeting over.
Everyone showed a happy expression, except Monique, who looked a little unhappy.
She suddenly stood up and said dissatisfiedly:
"You only assigned tasks to Roy, what about me?"
Qi Yan:?
Are there still people rushing to do jobs these days?
He looked at Monique, who looked dissatisfied, and lowered his head in thought.
After a while, he punched his palm and said happily:
"I actually have a mission in mind for you. Together with Little Platinum, the two of you will carry out this important mission together."
"what?"
Bai Jin let out a Lebori-style shock on the spot.
She was just secretly happy that she could slack off and had even started thinking about getting a manicure tomorrow and then having a hotpot, but the next second she was backstabbed by her own boss.
Qi Yan came to Bai Jin, picked up the notebook on her desk that was full of messy scribbles, wrote something down quickly, and then slapped the notebook on Bai Jin's chest.
The notebook was firmly attached to the platinum, fitting perfectly without any tendency to bounce back.
A trace of pity flashed across Qi Yan's eyes, and he sighed:
"Go buy these things. They will be of great use tomorrow."
Bai Jin held the notebook in his arms and clenched his teeth secretly.
She felt that she had suffered the greatest humiliation in her life!
Hold back!
Bai Jin secretly cheered himself up in his heart.
You must hold back, Hinterea. You cannot offend this bastard Rupert in front of you, or you will end up in trouble in more than one place.
Forcing himself to hold back his anger, Bai Jin shook his soft long white hair and left the scene quickly with a clatter. Every step he took was powerful, as if he was not stepping on the floor, but on the eyeball of some Rupert.
Monique asked:
"So what exactly is the mission you gave us?"
"Hush." Qi Yan put his finger to his lips. "There are so many people around, it's not convenient to tell you here. Wait for me at the entrance of the National Arena tomorrow, and I'll tell you then."
Monique clicked her tongue and temporarily suppressed her curiosity.
Then, as Qi Yan took the lead to leave, everyone in the conference room breathed a sigh of relief and left in groups of three or four.
Monique pushed Roy away angrily, walked out of the meeting room alone, and walked quickly through the corridor.
After walking for a while, she suddenly felt like something was wrong.
"Why would I ask Qi Yan for a mission? I'm not really working for him!"
Monique reacted and nearly punched through the corridor wall in anger.
Just when Monique was about to explode with anger, a healthy green flash slid into her sight like a meteor.
Roy stood between Monique and the wall and said in a vulgar tone:
"Oh, my little Monique, please don't take it personally. It will make me sad."
Monique suddenly revealed a look of disgust that she couldn't hide.
Roy shook his head and said:
"Don't look at me like that. It really costs a lot of money to build a wall. Our No Helmet Alliance's funds don't come from the wind. If I waste it like this, I will be so heartbroken that I can't breathe."
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The white fist broke through the air and whistled towards Roy's face that deserved a punch.
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