Today, Qingyi is still going out with the two newly appointed team leaders and acting separately. The task he was responsible for was to find a suitable new office space, and he had signed a contract with the owner of the space to move in within a week. But he is also responsible for the more difficult things: optimizing the organizational structure and refining the division of labor. This time, the change is not something that can be done by appointing two or three team leaders, but it can be regarded as a rebirth of "Little Bee Express". He already has a rough plan in his heart, as long as he patiently pushes it step by step.

He was waiting for the official 'handover' when suddenly the phone rang, and the caller ID was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello."

"Hello, is it Mr. Zhang?" The other party asked.

"Yes, but you are? ……”

"I'm on the Sicilian Express."

Qingyi frowned, and naturally 'revealed' a look that only Hitler or Stalin had: "You actually have my phone? Are you trying to threaten me again? ”

"No, Mr. Zhang, we are deeply sorry for what happened to you before, and we will never do anything that makes you unhappy again."

"And what's the purpose of your call?"

"What happened before was just a misunderstanding, and we've fired the manager who made the stupid decision. You should understand that there are no eternal winners in the mall, why can't we reach a peace treaty? ”

"If that's all you want to say, I think you're making the wrong call."

Qingyi hung up the phone, looked at the time, and decided to go back to the company to write a report.

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Bigbower, Ministry of Intelligence.

Putting out the signs of the underground organization and setting up an office? There is no more stupid idea than that. Humanity reveres light and virtue, and has a deep aversion to thieves and assassins, so some can only 'mingle' in the dark, and even their organizations will never see the light of day.

The same was true of Bigbowo's intelligence department. Although it is a national organization, it is also not possible to have an office in the territory, so the "Ministry of Intelligence" can only be regarded as an institutional name and cannot refer to a location. Of course, it can also be thought of this way: the place where the Minister of Intelligence is located is the Ministry of Intelligence. He will always appear everywhere, as if every dark corner of the country is his lair.

Now the head of the intelligence department is in a small room with fairly good soundproofing, and in addition to him, there are three subordinates in the room. The space here is actually not small, but there are also many oak barrels and wine bottles placed on the wall, and the layers are 'forced', so that the four of them can only stand and talk. The barrel and bottle were covered with a layer of dust, and the label text could barely be read clearly. The dim light cowered, and it didn't illuminate the eyes of these people at all.

Jonny returns, and Dance of Justice partes ways with him for the time being. Enraged, the saints began a new round of purges, constantly pursuing heretics. ”

"The major families agree on their attitude towards the Tyrant of the Bones: no alliance, no dialogue, no tolerance."

"Oskol started looking for someone. At present, we have been 'pumping' manpower, and we will get the results very quickly. ”

Subordinates report important information one by one, which is so important that it cannot be conveyed through any channel other than verbal reporting.

After the subordinates finished reporting, the head of the intelligence department said: "I not only need to know who Oskol is looking for, but I also need to know why he is looking for someone." We have to find that person before he does, and use that person as a 'bait' to set a trap that will make him unrecoverable. To get in touch with Jonny, we need the power of the Holy See. ”

"But I heard that His Majesty seems to be very unhappy with Jonny's performance." A subordinate said.

"Where did you get the information?" The Minister of Intelligence glanced at his subordinates coldly and nodded: "Good job, if I don't find your news channel before I leave, I will nominate you as a candidate to Your Majesty." Indeed, because of Jonny's relationship, His Majesty lost a sum of money, although it was not much, but it always made His Majesty unhappy. However, we act according to the national interest, not the mood of His Majesty. It is precisely because of the national perspective that His Majesty will choose to continue to 'use' Jonny's. ”

The minister walked to a wine shelf near the 'door' of the room, took down a clay vase, wrote on the bottle with his little thumb, and said, "In the same way, Your Majesty chooses to trust the adventurers and give them a chance. ”

A subordinate pulled the rope hanging next to the wine rack, and after a while, the room 'door' opened slightly, and the noisy 'waves' immediately surged from outside, with laughter, angry scolding, and out-of-tune singing. At the same time, an arm with a greasy rag reached diagonally from behind the 'door', and the minister handed the bottle in his hand, and his fingers flicked a few times on the opponent's wrist.

The 'door' of the room is closed.

The waiter should stuff the bottle in the large pocket of his apron, tuck the tray under his armpit, and hum a little tune while locking the door of the room. After locking the cellar, he walked around a drunken regular customer while taking down orders from several other tables, and then came to the 'door' of a private room. The box door wasn't closed, so he knocked on the door, walked straight in, and put the wine on the table.

The Assassin, who was boiling poison on the edge of the table, caught a glimpse of the bottle, jumped to his feet, and shouted, "Iron rope berry wine!" I don't remember we ever ordering this! God, don't expect to 'fool' me! His voice was so loud that even if the tavern owner was in the "Gothic" continent, he probably wouldn't miss a word.

The black-haired beautiful 'woman' who was lying like a drunk twisted her neck, and her eyes 'shot' fiercely: "Blackmail? ”

The 'waiter' hurriedly said: "No, no, no, this is a special gift from the boss to a few people, and I don't know how to keep accounts at all!" After saying that, he immediately slipped away.

"Really? When did that miser become so generous? Chishang, did you secretly pay him for his 'meat'? ”

("What does 'meat' mean?") ”）

The one on the table is indeed a rope berry wine, because it is the only one that is served in a clay bottle among all kinds of liquor - the 'jing' spirit does not know how to fire glass, and the living utensils are mostly pottery. This wine has a smooth taste, with the characteristic aroma of the berries of the Via Rope Mountains, and the alcohol is not low, the only drawback is that it is too expensive, costing five gold coins a glass. However, it is no wonder, because the berry wine made by the 'jing' spirit is made for self-consumption, and it is rarely sold to the outside world.

The assassin picked up the bottle suspiciously, his eyelids jumped, and he threw it to the young mage holding the big book: "Hey, no blame! ”

The young mage casually stretched out his hand, his eyes still fixed on the book, and he didn't pay any attention to the drop of the wine bottle, which was two or three centimeters away from his hand and smashed into his face. However, something amazing happened, the bottle suddenly disappeared, and then reappeared on the top of his palm, falling straight into the palm of his hand. Low-level teleportations can only move themselves, while high-level teleportations can act on any object in space. It can be seen that the young mage's teleportation is already perfect.

After holding the vase, he finally turned his attention to the bottle, which was engraved with a few lines of words. Being able to engrave words on a fired clay bottle without breaking the wall of the bottle is also remarkable for the carver's control over power.

The bottle reads: "June Sunshine is looking for someone." Before him, it's up to you to find that person. ”

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"I'm going, and someone will send wine to the mission to the 'door' when I sit casually, could it be that I have the protagonist's life?" The Young Mage teleported and evenly fed the berry wine into his teammates' cups. Chigami hurriedly took a sip, smashed it, smashed it, and enjoyed it all over his face.

The black-haired beauty 'woman' raised an arm, which disintegrated into a cloud of black gas, wrapped around the clay vase and rudely snatched it: "The protagonist? I think the captain is the protagonist. The black qi turned back into her arm, and the clay bottle was held in her hand.

"Even if the captain is the protagonist, that's the protagonist of the sadistic book, what's the point." The young mage closed the book, and then teleported the wine glass that fell into Chishang's hand to his hand: "Don't think I didn't see your little movements! Drink your own! ”

Chigami pursed his lips and looked back at the Assassin's glass of wine.

The assassin hurriedly poured the poison from the cauldron into the wine glass: "Drink it, poison you!" ”

Chigami pursed his lips and looked at the glass of wine of the beautiful black-haired 'woman'. The black-haired woman looked at the clay bottle over and over again, but didn't move the wine glass at all.

So Chigami turned to the assassin and said innocently, "I want to drink." ”

"Dream on you." The assassin simply dried it up, and also 'revealed' an aftertaste on his face.

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The Empire of Dusk, the "City of Waiting", the Joint Research Center, the secret conference room at the bottom.

After the launch, Qingyi came here to listen to the summary meeting of the new week. This summing up meeting was not quite the same as usual, because the armies on the expedition abroad had been asking for armaments in the previous week, and the country had suffered a major blow, so all research in the scientific research center tended to come to a standstill, and there were very few new inventions.

Fermat was also there, and in his words "how can a man polish time on the 'bed'", and of course Stroum was quick to point out that it was "killing" rather than "grinding". Before the meeting began, the two living treasures quarreled.

When everyone arrived, Brian looked around the room and said, "Please stand up." ”

Qingyi stood up with the researchers, not knowing what the technical director was going to do.

"This week, four seats were vacated in the venue. Let us observe a minute of silence. Brian finished and closed his eyes. All attendees solemnly mourned the deceased, although ...... They were the dead.

The biggest danger to the Joint Research Center was the killing of a considerable number of researchers, four of whom were senior researchers who were eligible to participate in the weekly summary meeting. How precious are they? It can be said that for every time there is one less senior researcher, the development of the Twilight Empire will slow down by a year.

A minute later, Brian said, "Please take a seat." Last week was a miserable one, with only two new inventions: the 'Diamond' and the 'Soul Saw', both of which were Fermat's masterpieces. Let him tell us more about it. ”

Fermat stood up jubilantly, 'puffed' his chest, and said, "I was ......"