It is nothing more than the official position of the members of the Jiang family faction in the DPRK and China, who can be appropriately adjusted upward, and who will become an outcast.

What method is used for promotion, what position to sit in, and what method is used to deal with the person will be explained, all of them will be explained to Xuanwu one by one.

These are all officials from the DPRK and China, as well as contacts from all walks of life in the capital, which ones need to be dealt with and which ones need to be kept.

"Knock Knock ......"

There was a knock on the door from the outside.

Jiang Zebei raised his hand to deliver the letter he had read in his hand to Xuanwu, and continued to take down a letter with his other hand.

"This person has been in contact with the Tong family many times, and he has been promoted too quickly recently, he can't stay, find a way to deal with it, and find his own person to replace him."

After speaking, Jiang Zebei also got the next letter, he didn't raise his head, and his voice rose a little, "Come in." ”

The door to the study was pushed open from the outside.

The person standing outside the door was none other than Steward He.

He walked into the study, lowered his eyes and said respectfully: "Master, there is a man surnamed Mo outside the door, saying that he was invited by you." ”

Jiang Zebei's gaze finally left the letter in his hand.

He first glanced at Chen Mengtian, who was sitting at the table in the room, bored and playing with the teacup, and saw her smiling at him, Jiang Zebei instructed Steward He: "Bring someone over." ”

After Jiang Zebei finished speaking, he got up and sat down beside Chen Mengtian.

"You fell asleep in the Drunken Moon Pavilion yesterday, and when I was leaving, I met Mo Zui, so I invited him to come to the house to talk about it."

Hearing Jiang Zebei's words, Chen Mengtian didn't care.

The people around her, the former Feng Hui, the current Mo Zui, Suzaku and others, they are all Jiang Zebei's people.

He wanted to summon his subordinates, but it didn't matter to her.

So she didn't hear Jiang Zebei's calm and rational explanation, and she only thought it was casual.

Chen Mengtian smiled faintly, reached out and poured a cup of tea for Jiang Zebei, and pushed the teacup in front of him.

Thinking that Mo Zui had followed her in the past few years, it could be said that she had taken a lot of effort and effort, and she opened her mouth to say a few good words for the other party.

"Mo Zui looks quite unreliable, this person is also a prodigal son, but as long as he is in business, he has not made any big mistakes, thanks to him in the past few years, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been so idle in the past few years."

Chen Mengtian didn't see it, and as she spoke, Jiang Zebei's lowered eyes that were sitting beside her flashed with an abnormal light.

There's repression, there's brutality, there's bloodlust, and there's a morbid debt of possession.

His hand on the other side clenched into a fist.

Chen Mengtian didn't see it, but Xuanwu, who was not far away, noticed that something was wrong.

He has followed the young master for many years, and his every move is in his eyes.

Especially in the past two years, because of some special circumstances, he didn't dare to relax and pay attention to the young master.

Chen Mengtian didn't notice that Jiang Zebei was wrong, her slender fingers were spinning along the edge of the teacup.

She continued: "Mo Zui, this person is very useful, but I won't let him go for the time being, the North Pavilion grocery store, and some other front rows, all need him to finish." ”

The subtext means that with Mo Zui, an errand runner, Chen Mengtian will be much easier, and he doesn't plan to return Mo Zui's "coolie" to Jiang Zebei.

Jiang Zebei didn't know what she meant, and even thought a little radically.

When he heard Chen Mengtian say that it was good not to be drunk, and said that he was not going to let him go and keep people by his side, Jiang Zebei closed his eyes deeply.

His head was full of it, and Chen Mengtian didn't care about getting drunk.