Why did you mess up the copy again?

"I have confidence in you."

Song Yao said, "It's because of this that I suggest you to practice."

Li Rui asked without hesitation: "Can I ask what is the basis for this conclusion?"

Song Yao was silent for a while, and then said: "Let me talk about the jurisdiction of the Cangyun Society this time."

Hello! You answer the question! In fact, there is no reason at all!

Li Rui's eyelids twitched.

Song Yao was also very speechless, because he had never met anyone who really wanted to ask the bottom line.

Damn, the book didn't say how to answer someone asking this question.

The book he was thinking of was "How to Motivate Subordinates in Three Minutes" in the deep drawer.

"Ahem, tell me what you want." Li Rui smiled dryly.

The first meeting between the two started in a slightly awkward way, but Song Yao quickly recovered the rhythm.

"Many people think that the situation in the northwest region is complicated because of the tough folk customs, but it is not. The main reason is that the southeast under the jurisdiction of Baili and Chijia are all coastal areas. Although there are some illegal secret agents sneaking in, they are much less in the end. "

Song Yao said unhurriedly, "So the first thing I want to emphasize to you is that after you go, of course you must abide by the organization's regulations, but more importantly, no matter what tasks you are performing, you must first ensure that, It must be your own safety."

He then explained some specific matters, and finally said: "If there is anything, you can ask Dong Sanchuan and the others for advice. His current position is my personal assistant, but his rank is similar to yours, just a middle-level detective."

Li Rui said, "I don't have his contact information."

"Don't worry, I'm working on it."

Song Yao was already gesticulating with his mobile phone, but he didn't say anything for a long time. Finally, he couldn't hold back anymore and handed over the mobile phone: "Why are you pulling people into the group?"

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After Li Rui pointed to the screen to teach him, he found that he had been drawn into a small group with more than 20 people in it.

"Um?"

"This is the supervision and encouragement group I built."

Song Yao smiled and said, "It's full of people who I think have the opportunity to participate in the secret battlefield this time. They can communicate and discuss at ordinary times. Dong Sanchuan is also in it. You can add him yourself. I told you in advance. You can also find him."

Li Rui nodded: "Thank you, President."

"Well, I have nothing more to say, do you have any questions?"

"Gone."

"That's how it is. After you go there, there will be someone to connect with. You don't have to be timid or cautious. People in the northwest are more straightforward and easy to get along with."

"Yes, I will work hard."

Li Rui was about to stand up and say goodbye when Song Yao suddenly stopped him again.

"Wait, a sudden inspiration came, and I will compose a poem for you."

After finishing speaking, the old man actually took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from under the table. He didn’t care too much. The paper was a cheap raw Xuan Xuan that cost tens of dollars a knife. The inkstone is simply a plate of pickles.

Song Yao took a pen and dipped half of the ink, and then started to work.

"Going to the northwest today, the future is unknown."

"He returns to the east from the sun, and the moon shines when the clouds open!"

"Hahaha, how's it going?" Song Yao shook the rice paper, blowing the ink on the side with his mouth.

Li Rui had already seen the president's literary talents on the intranet forums. He never thought that there would be a day when he would need to solo face to face, so he could only say against his conscience: "Good poetry."

Song Yao gave a thumbs up: "There is a level, so what's the point of talking about it?"

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Li Rui picked his head.

"In terms of conception, I first wrote about the feeling of being at a loss on the long journey to the west, but when I changed the style of writing in the last two sentences, the atmosphere changed suddenly. It has the charm of thousands of sails passing by the side of a sinking boat, and Wan Muchun in front of a sick tree."

"The rhythm is eclectic, and the words are also self-contained. It accurately describes the current situation and expresses the inner expectations. It is not only a narrative poem, but also a lyric poem, high!"

He felt that making up stories in front of Zuo Qiutian didn't take so much effort.

After Song Yao heard this, he held his hand emotionally: "Friend, confidant! I have been writing poetry for many years, and I have rarely met someone who understands me like you. From now on, I will definitely send you every new work for appreciation. .”

That's unnecessary.

Li Rui suddenly began to regret that he had talked too much.

Supervise and encourage the group to be quiet.

In fact, many people saw newcomers joining, but no one spoke.

Who is free to chat in a group with leaders?

But no one talks in the group, it doesn't mean there is no contact in private, almost everyone who sees it is discussing.

"Who is that person whose nickname is Unlucky?"

Dong Sanchuan did not receive any inquiries from others, because most of the people in the group were not familiar with him, there was no way, he was too young, and the other people who were selected to meet the conditions were at least seven or eight years older than him.

Now, holding the unsheathed long sword in his arms, he was staring at Nan Jiumei who was not far away, who was waving his hands in the air like a conductor, and every time he pointed, there would be an explosion.

"Can you be less fancy and move faster."

"Ordinary people cannot appreciate the beauty of a mixture of fire and impact."

Nan Jiumei originally wanted to say a few more words, but seeing Dong Sanchuan's eyes, she still sighed and snapped her fingers heavily.

boom! ! ! !

All the explosive traps were activated at the same time, and the huge flame wave swallowed all the howling creatures in the secret realm.

"Brother, why is this situation overlapping at the 35th level? In other places, we have to mobilize the entire city-level branch. There are only four of us, so it will take some time."

He looked a little displeased.

Dong Sanchuan didn't give a dick to him, he just waved his hand and pushed Zhang Hu and Jiang Yu in the distance.

"We are here to perform tasks, not to let you play."

"It's all settled, what now?"

Zhang Huju asked after running over.

Just as Dong Sanchuan was about to answer, he suddenly found a new message on his phone, so he opened it to take a look.

[Unlucky Egg requests to add you as a friend. ]

[Verification: Hello, I'm Li Rui. ]

Dong Sanchuan, who had received the message in advance, of course passed directly, but after passing, he found that the other party had not sent any message, so he ignored it.

Nan Jiumei leaned over and asked, "Brother Chuan, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, Mr. Song arranged for someone to come over for training and said he would let me take care of it."

Jiang Yu asked: "But the next stop is Tupo City. After we pass by, you may not be able to take care of it."

"It doesn't matter. I met people from the Kong family a few days ago. Just ask them to keep an eye out for me. That guy is only a dozen or so, so there should be nothing that requires me to go." Dong Sanchuan didn't seem to care too much.

Zhang Huju asked, "Who is it?"

"A man named Li Rui had a little feud with Huo Yun from the Huo family before. Mr. Song seems to be quite optimistic about him."

He still doesn't know that Huo Yun has been recruited as a younger brother.

"Really? Song Lao's vision is very high."

Speaking of Song Yao, the four supernovas respected them all, and the extraordinary world always admired powerful people more.

"What occupation? How many levels?"

Nan Jiumei licked her lips, "I hope to have a chance to fight against him."

"Come on."

Dong Sanchuan waved his hand, "Level 17 Rain Caller, you, an advanced demolition expert, have the nerve to fight with him?"

"I thought it was similar to us." Nan Jiumei suddenly lost interest, thinking that Song Lao's layout was too advanced.