[Pretender] The North-South Flyover that year

"Put the latest newspaper on Director Wang's desk, and take it as soon as possible after making a backup of the telegrams detected by the second intelligence team. By the way, sort out the approval of Director Liang. Don't rush to send it. Go in the past, so as not to make any mistakes." In the huge office, Yan Lv, who was sitting in the north corner, suddenly broke the silence in the room. After reacting, he walked over quietly and took the document from Yan Lu's hand.

In the No. 76 intelligence office, fish and dragons are mixed, hidden dragons and crouching tigers.The seemingly mediocre and thick people also have shrewdness in their eyes. Most of them keep their heads down all day long without saying a word. The only parts of their bodies that are not silent are their fingers and legs.

The five big and three rough in the operation department inevitably look down on such a "weak" group, but they dare not provoke them easily, not to mention that some people in this group can draw their guns and fire as long as Wang Manchun gives an order, even people sitting in the corner of the office , the telegram in his hand is more important than the lives of too many self-reliant and powerful people.

Each perform their own duties and take care of their positions, and most of the work between them has nothing to do with each other.There is a considerable gap between each group and each group, and each individual.But that's the way it is, so people can't get involved.

They don't need extra cooperation and discussion, they just need to face one radio station, keep company with their own ears, and keep their mouths in check, lest their own credit be taken away by others.

Here, any conversation is dangerous, and everyone is like a nervous hedgehog, huddled tightly, looking for the trophies that can make them successful.When the eyes meet, it is not difficult to find the vigilance hidden in their eyes. They are on guard. Every greeting, every friendship, and even every shoulder rub will make them look like cats that have blown their fur, cautious and persistent staring at your every move.

The intelligence department has always been like this, especially after Wang Manchun took over the entire telecommunication group last fall...Everyone has such a hint in their minds, "Be careful when contacting this person, maybe I will die because of him." In this way, there is no so-called tacit understanding and cooperation between colleagues. They only need to do their own things carefully and keep a distance from others.

It seems that if this is done, I will not be implicated by others and will not be criticized by my boss.

Yan Lu looked around the weird office, raised his hand and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose.He doesn't even need to hide himself too much here, because the people here will never raise their heads, of course, it must be on the premise that they have no contact with them.

He seems to have entered a strange society, where language and body seem to have little effect, but even so, he must go to the center of this institution through other means.There is always only one point in everything, even if it looks vague on the outside, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Picking up the briefcase on the table, putting on a windbreaker, Yan Lu left the office in a flash.The sound of closing the door caused the eyes of a few people to drift away, but it was only for a moment, and the place returned to silence.

Standing in front of Wang Manchun's office door, knock twice and gently push it away: "Director Wang..."

Wang Manchun was standing in front of the full-length mirror in the room, wearing a red leather jacket and leather pants, and her usually tall hairpin was slightly drooping. When Yan Lu entered the room, she was drawing her eyebrows, which were faint, unobtrusive, and extremely flat.

Yan Lu's eyes flickered, and she knew in her heart that she was going to see Minglou.

"Yan Lu, you came just in time. I happen to be going out for a while, so you can go with me." Wang Manchun said with beautiful eyes, and then straightened her clothes in the mirror and said lightly.Seeing the briefcase in Yan Lu's hand from the mirror, he pointed to the desk and motioned him to put things on it.Painted vermilion lips, lightened the balm, Wang Manchun turned sideways and smiled: "How is it?"

Although she smiled charmingly, there was not much warmth in her sharp eyes, it was just a joke question.Yan Lu chuckled and bowed his head, and whispered sincerely: "It's very touching."

Wang Manchun lowered his eyebrows cooperatively, which was regarded as a response to Strict Law's praise.She turned around and stroked the hairpin at the back, somewhat confused and apprehensive in her eyes, her delicate emotions mixed with her chilling aura and formed into heavy fluff that flew up and down, and finally exploded into hazy mist, which made her a little unreal .

Wang Manchun stood in front of the mirror for a long time, repeatedly trying to figure out the face of the person in the mirror, sweeping from the eyes to the neck, back and forth to confirm something.In the end, he sighed lightly.Turning around, it was already a gesture of departure.

"Have you adapted to the work here?"

The lazy female voice made Yan Lu look sideways slightly: "Fortunately, it's almost there... I'm already familiar with the work, but I'm not very good at handling negotiations with other departments."

Say half a sentence, take it back and say it again.Wang Manchun has always hated words like should, probably, almost, and possibly.Hearing Yan Lu's answer, Wang Manchun chuckled: "Your job is nothing more than sorting out chores, of course there is no problem. The purpose of putting you in this position is to practice how to deal with people who live on the edge of the knife. You are fine. Putting the cart before the horse. To put it bluntly, you haven't accomplished anything these days. But it's no wonder that not everyone in my intelligence department can get in. You can do it yourself. If you can't even talk to people, you should It’s better to go back to Wang’s and be a freelancer.”

The casual tone was elongated by the cold voice, and the heart ached after entering the ear.Talking to Wang Manchun is basically asking for trouble, Minglou is an exception, and others in the Ming family also benefit from Minglou.And when Yan Lv first heard about it, he would lament its similarity with Yiqiu, but after a few days, it has been ignored, and there is no mood swing.

"Yes... I understand."

Bosses like employees who are obedient and can speak well, and this is also the case in special industries. Wang Manchun has already shown several times more patience than ordinary people for strict laws.

Sighing slightly, Wang Manchun said, "Report to the intelligence team when you come back, and you will be fully responsible for the intelligence surrounding arrangement from now on."

Yan Lu will leave here sooner or later and return to Yiqiu.Wang Manchun never forgot this original intention. Based on such considerations, Yan Lv can't take on any important work in No. 76, especially when it comes to intelligence.Such a position can only be placed under one's own protection circle.

While talking, the two had already gone down the administrative building and arrived in front of the black car.

Opened the car door, waited for Wang Manchun to get in the car and sat in the driver's seat, Yan Lu asked, "Director Wang, where are you going?"

Wang Manchun raised his eyes and whispered softly in a trance: "Daiji Cafe"

Yan Lv's guess was right, the well-dressed Wang Manchun was going to the French Concession to visit Minglou.Daiji Café is a well-known café run by a White Russian woman in the French Concession.Not only is the coffee delicious, but more importantly, there is some power behind this white Russian woman. It is a rare and clean place in Shanghai.

When Yan Lu and Wang Manchun arrived, Minglou's car had already parked on the side of the road.Ming Cheng, who was standing by the side, saw Wang Manchun walking quickly after getting off the car, stood still and said, "Director Wang, Chief Ming is already inside, table number 8."

Wang Manchun nodded, gave Yan Lu a few words and walked into the cafe.

It wasn't until Wang Manchun's figure disappeared from sight that Mingcheng began to calmly look at the driver Mr. Wang Manchun brought.Frowning slightly, he found Yan Lu in a corner of his memory.

"Mr. Yan, right? I remember, you are Minister Wang's secretary, why did you come with Director Wang?"

Mingcheng smiled sincerely.Yan Lu's face was slightly red, and he laughed a few times in embarrassment: "I did something wrong..."

"Did something wrong? How could it be? Mr. Yan is a watertight person at first glance." Mingcheng raised his eyebrows with a look of astonishment, and then said jokingly: "However, you, a leader in the economic world, did something wrong. Did you come to the political circle to reflect?"

Yan Lu blinked, and the lens reflected a bright light.

He shouldn't have said so much, he could have even refused the conversation.The more he talked, the more he was exposed, and it was extremely dangerous to do so under the layout of knowing and knowing.However, he is also curious, he really wants to know what kind of story happened between Wang Yiqiu and this man in suit and leather shoes, and also really wants to know what kind of ability the man will have to make that manipulative woman lose her composure.

Yan Lv didn't know what kind of mentality he was holding, and grinned out a green smile that only an educated youth who had just entered the society, his body was shaking a little, and his voice was not so steady: "I went to Minister Wang a few days ago... I wanted to help, I didn't expect that I didn't know anything about this, and I caused Minister Wang a lot of trouble."

Mingcheng's eyes darkened, he was deep in thought, but he smiled brightly on his face: "With Mr. Yan's ability, this matter must not be a problem."

"Mr. Ming is highly praised. How can I have such ability. As for Mr. Ming, I heard that the officer thinks highly of you, and I always ask for your opinion on any important matters."

"Mr. Yan is the wrong reputation. Mingcheng doesn't have that much ability."

A few or two sentences were exchanged, and the two looked at each other speechlessly.

What else can I say next?Having said that, no matter how aggressive the party is, it will fall behind in terms of etiquette.And the terrible thing is, if the two don't know each other's details, they can let go of the temptation, but in such a state of half-knowledge, it is inevitable that they will be more worried. After all, the two sides are bluntly forming an alliance. Whatever it is, it's just too late.

The author has something to say: la la la, I thought that the evil school would give a holiday until the end of March, but I didn’t expect that it would be given once in the middle of the month, although it’s only one day...I’m so tired, I just came back at noon, so I don’t have much to say , I am very sorry for making everyone wait for a long time, but I am really tired, so I am really sorry that I can't be more sorry. I will post a chapter, and I am going to catch up on sleep.