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Clear Stars, Amber Gardens.

With a large desk, a suitable environment, and an invincible sea view, if there were no piles of documents, Nan Xinghun would definitely feel that everything would be much better.

"Nam Yong, do you know? Is there any difference between 'Can we be friends?' and 'Can we still be friends?'?"

Nan Yong has become accustomed to his young master suddenly making a few stupid words without logic and connection. He chewed the meat muffins and continued with the work at hand. Documents, whether there are other documents in it, whether there are any loopholes in Nan Xinghun's signature and date, etc., he said casually: "Master Xinghun, is there a difference between these two sentences?"

Nan Xinghun smiled proudly: "Of course there are, one is the beginning and the other is the end."

Nan Yong laughed along with him. If it was the past, a small episode in the office would have come to an end.

Unexpectedly, Nan Xinghun stood up suddenly, stared fixedly at the documents in front of him, then strode into the filing cabinet for filing, and searched.

Nan Yong wondered, "Master Xinghun, what's wrong?"

Nan Xinghun's voice no longer had the previous coquettishness: "Nan Yong, go to Qinglang's office immediately and bring over the arena management documents from the time before he left!"

Although many of Xingqing's high-level executives don't pay much attention to Nan Xinghun, in Nan Yong's view, Master Xinghun's insight and sensitivity are not inferior to Feng Qinglang's. He quickly stood up and ran to Feng Qinglang's study go.

Five minutes later, the chaotic desk in front of Nan Xinghun has become orderly. Dozens of documents are neatly arranged on it one by one. : "Nan Yong, during the absence of Qingming, the bosses in the arena are doing tricks without telling us! Lu Wenjia, is this guy in charge..."

During the daily inspection process, Nan Yong also has the right to read all management documents. He recalled the related arena and asked in confusion: "Master Xinghun, why did you say that?"

Nanxing Soul Detective pointed to several places on the desk, and said: "First of all, they have recently transferred the management personnel of the arena frequently, and even two of the core personnel have been transferred to the business department and the development department of the arena's outreach. Ministry, but all this information is hidden in the weekly report that is not easy to find..."

Nan Yong smiled wryly and said, "Master Xinghun, if it's the transfer of the lower management personnel, we will delegate power to the lower ones, isn't that the case?"

Nan Xinghun shook his head and said: "But the timing is not right, when Qingming is not around, they are suddenly transferred so frequently, and the arena hasn't had any major events recently, so it shouldn't be time to exchange blood! Also, the talents recommended by the arena..."

She clicked on a few other documents, and said, "Don't you think, in the past month, the arena has recruited a lot of talents? Could it be that the arena has entered a talent blowout period when Qingming is gone? Also, The arena's recent business dinners with other major departments have also increased by at least 80.00% compared to usual..."

Nan Xinghun's fingers flicked across the desk, as if she could string up her own clues from the messy documents, she said in a deep voice: "Call Jeffrey over immediately, Qingqing is not here recently, he will also treat it as a It's your own vacation, right? It's too careless! Also, inform Andrews that there may be a ghost in our Xingqing!"

Nan Yong said in horror: "Master Xinghun, such a big move, is it a bit alarmist?"

Nan Xinghun glared at Nan Yong, and reprimanded: "Not at all!"

Half an hour later, the administration building next to Xingqing Arena.

Nan Yong held a large stack of documents, and followed Nan Xinghun on one side. On the other side of Nan Xinghun, Jeffrey was already sweating profusely. He really regarded the last month as his own vacation. When Nan Xinghun smashed these documents on his face, even though he usually didn't pay much attention to Nan Xinghun, he could clearly see the contents of these documents, especially the details that Nan Xinghun specially drew with a red pen, which were usually easily overlooked Beads of sweat burst out of his forehead uncontrollably.

Feng Qinglang always said that there is no perfect thing in the world, but he has always demanded that things be as perfect as possible. The gangsters in the arena suddenly made so many details so imperfect, it can only be said that there is a difference of heart, and The actions are getting bigger and bigger, and the upper class is completely ignored. Such behavior is tantamount to rebellion...

Jeffrey whispered as he walked: "Master Xinghun, no matter what happens, I will definitely stand by your side! I really don't know about this mistake, please understand, Mr. Xinghun... ..."

Nan Xinghun said calmly: "I know!"

"Master is wise!"

"Of course, if you have participated, can you still be the cowardly person you are now?"

"..."

The sound of leather boots stepping on the mahogany floor echoed throughout the long corridor. Nan Xinghun led the way, with Nan Yong and Jeffrey on the left and right. Behind them were two beautiful assistants of Jeffrey, three of Nan Xinghun The personal guards, the four members of Xingqing's elite guards that were dispatched temporarily, can be described as powerful. Their sudden arrival made the entire management building of the arena uneasy.

The door of the meeting room swung open.

A meeting belonging to the management team of the arena was being held. Seeing the solemn Nan Xinghun, many members of the meeting immediately stood up.

Lu Wenjia, the manager of Xingqing Arena, is also a member of Xingqing's council. He is a middle-aged man with a gentle and bookish look. He slowly took off the single-frame glasses on the bridge of his nose, stood up and said with a smile: "Xinghun Sir, you are here!"

Nan Xinghun said: "Lord Wen Jia, you informed you in advance that you want to talk to you in private, didn't you receive my notice?"

Lu Wenjia walked towards the door with a smile, and said: "Master Xinghun, forgive me, today's meeting is to discuss the business plan for the second half of the arena, which is more important, and you have notified us too hastily. You have a good talk."

Nan Xinghun finally smiled and said: "Lord Wen Jia, since I'm here..." The meaning is the most obvious, then you should suspend the meeting and sit down to talk in private.

But Lu Wenjia seemed to be unable to hear the subtext, and still smiled calmly: "Master Xinghun, please go to the living room on the second floor to sit for a while, and come over as soon as my meeting is over! There are too many of you, so I won't invite you." You listen!"

Nan Xinghun lightly clenched his fist and looked at each other. Lu Wenjia was one of the first batch of talents to join Xingqing. I remember that he was depressed at that time. In a merchant fleet, as a chief accountant, he was unable to display his talents, and he was often worried about when his enemies would kill him and completely cut off the final future of his family... At that time, he was recruited by himself and treated him Confidentially, unlike superiors and subordinates, more like friends, help him recover his surname, help him find relatives in exile, if Xingqing really has a faction, I am afraid this should be regarded as her direct descendant...

However, now, there are many people slowly standing behind Lu Wenjia, looking at him and his group indifferently, their position is the clearest, but they support Lu Wenjia's decision and let him get out immediately.

Nan Xinghun said bitterly: "Lu Wenjia, can we still be friends?"

Lu Wenjia's smile froze slightly, but quickly returned to normal, and said calmly: "Master Xinghun, Wenjia has always been your most loyal friend!"

When he said this, the footsteps in the corridor behind him sounded again. Compared with the chaos when Nan Xinghun and the others came, the footsteps were much more orderly at this time. A large group of competitive guards lined up and surrounded Nan Xinghun and the others in silence. .

Nan Yong couldn't help shouting angrily: "Lu Wenjia, are you crazy?" Xingqing, Amber Garden.

With a large desk, a suitable environment, and an invincible sea view, if there were no piles of documents, Nan Xinghun would definitely feel that everything would be much better.

"Nam Yong, do you know? Is there any difference between 'Can we be friends?' and 'Can we still be friends?'?"

Nan Yong has become accustomed to his young master suddenly making a few stupid words without logic and connection. He chewed the meat muffins and continued with the work at hand. Documents, whether there are other documents in it, whether there are any loopholes in Nan Xinghun's signature and date, etc., he said casually: "Master Xinghun, is there a difference between these two sentences?"

Nan Xinghun smiled proudly: "Of course there are, one is the beginning and the other is the end."

Nan Yong laughed along with him. If it was the past, a small episode in the office would have come to an end.

Unexpectedly, Nan Xinghun stood up suddenly, stared fixedly at the documents in front of him, then strode into the filing cabinet for filing, and searched.

Nan Yong wondered, "Master Xinghun, what's wrong?"

Nan Xinghun's voice no longer had the previous coquettishness: "Nan Yong, go to Qinglang's office immediately and bring over the arena management documents from the time before he left!"

Although many of Xingqing's high-level executives don't pay much attention to Nan Xinghun, in Nan Yong's view, Master Xinghun's insight and sensitivity are not inferior to Feng Qinglang's. He quickly stood up and ran to Feng Qinglang's study go.

Five minutes later, the chaotic desk in front of Nan Xinghun has become orderly. Dozens of documents are neatly arranged on it one by one. : "Nan Yong, during the absence of Qingming, the bosses in the arena are doing tricks without telling us! Lu Wenjia, is this guy in charge..."

During the daily inspection process, Nan Yong also has the right to read all management documents. He recalled the related arena and asked in confusion: "Master Xinghun, why did you say that?"

Nanxing Soul Detective pointed to several places on the desk, and said: "First of all, they have recently transferred the management personnel of the arena frequently, and even two of the core personnel have been transferred to the business department and the development department of the arena's outreach. Ministry, but all this information is hidden in the weekly report that is not easy to find..."

Nan Yong smiled wryly and said, "Master Xinghun, if it's the transfer of the lower management personnel, we will delegate power to the lower ones, isn't that the case?"

Nan Xinghun shook his head and said: "But the timing is not right, when Qingming is not around, they are suddenly transferred so frequently, and the arena hasn't had any major events recently, so it shouldn't be time to exchange blood! Also, the talents recommended by the arena..."

She clicked on a few other documents, and said, "Don't you think, in the past month, the arena has recruited a lot of talents? Could it be that the arena has entered a talent blowout period when Qingming is gone? Also, The arena's recent business dinners with other major departments have also increased by at least 80.00% compared to usual..."

Nan Xinghun's fingers flicked across the desk, as if she could string up her own clues from the messy documents, she said in a deep voice: "Call Jeffrey over immediately, Qingqing is not here recently, he will also treat it as a It's your own vacation, right? It's too careless! Also, inform Andrews that there may be a ghost in our Xingqing!"

Nan Yong said in horror: "Master Xinghun, such a big move, is it a bit alarmist?"

Nan Xinghun glared at Nan Yong, and reprimanded: "Not at all!"

Half an hour later, the administration building next to Xingqing Arena.

Nan Yong held a large stack of documents, and followed Nan Xinghun on one side. On the other side of Nan Xinghun, Jeffrey was already sweating profusely. He really regarded the last month as his own vacation. When Nan Xinghun smashed these documents on his face, even though he usually didn't pay much attention to Nan Xinghun, he could clearly see the contents of these documents, especially the details that Nan Xinghun specially drew with a red pen, which were usually easily overlooked Beads of sweat burst out of his forehead uncontrollably.

Feng Qinglang always said that there is no perfect thing in the world, but he has always demanded that things be as perfect as possible. The gangsters in the arena suddenly made so many details so imperfect, it can only be said that there is a difference of heart, and The actions are getting bigger and bigger, and the upper class is completely ignored. Such behavior is tantamount to rebellion...

Jeffrey whispered as he walked: "Master Xinghun, no matter what happens, I will definitely stand by your side! I really don't know about this mistake, please understand, Mr. Xinghun... ..."

Nan Xinghun said calmly: "I know!"

"Master is wise!"

"Of course, if you have participated, can you still be the cowardly person you are now?"

"..."

The sound of leather boots stepping on the mahogany floor echoed throughout the long corridor. Nan Xinghun led the way, with Nan Yong and Jeffrey on the left and right. Behind them were two beautiful assistants of Jeffrey, three of Nan Xinghun The personal guards, the four members of Xingqing's elite guards that were dispatched temporarily, can be described as powerful. Their sudden arrival made the entire management building of the arena uneasy.

The door of the meeting room swung open.

A meeting belonging to the management team of the arena was being held. Seeing the solemn Nan Xinghun, many members of the meeting immediately stood up.

Lu Wenjia, the manager of Xingqing Arena, is also a member of Xingqing's council. He is a middle-aged man with a gentle and bookish look. He slowly took off the single-frame glasses on the bridge of his nose, stood up and said with a smile: "Xinghun Sir, you are here!"

Nan Xinghun said: "Lord Wen Jia, you informed you in advance that you want to talk to you in private, didn't you receive my notice?"

Lu Wenjia walked towards the door with a smile, and said: "Master Xinghun, forgive me, today's meeting is to discuss the business plan for the second half of the arena, which is more important, and you have notified us too hastily. You have a good talk."

Nan Xinghun finally smiled and said: "Lord Wen Jia, since I'm here..." The meaning is the most obvious, then you should suspend the meeting and sit down to talk in private.

But Lu Wenjia seemed to be unable to hear the subtext, and still smiled calmly: "Master Xinghun, please go to the living room on the second floor to sit for a while, and come over as soon as my meeting is over! There are too many of you, so I won't invite you." You listen!"

Nan Xinghun lightly clenched his fist and looked at each other. Lu Wenjia was one of the first batch of talents to join Xingqing. I remember that he was depressed at that time. In a merchant fleet, as a chief accountant, he was unable to display his talents, and he was often worried about when his enemies would kill him and completely cut off the final future of his family... At that time, he was recruited by himself and treated him Confidentially, unlike superiors and subordinates, more like friends, help him recover his surname, help him find relatives in exile, if Xingqing really has a faction, I am afraid this should be regarded as her direct descendant...

However, now, there are many people slowly standing behind Lu Wenjia, looking at him and his group indifferently, their position is the clearest, but they support Lu Wenjia's decision and let him get out immediately.

Nan Xinghun said bitterly: "Lu Wenjia, can we still be friends?"

Lu Wenjia's smile froze slightly, but quickly returned to normal, and said calmly: "Master Xinghun, Wenjia has always been your most loyal friend!"

When he said this, the footsteps in the corridor behind him sounded again. Compared with the chaos when Nan Xinghun and the others came, the footsteps were much more orderly at this time. A large group of competitive guards lined up and surrounded Nan Xinghun and the others in silence. .

Nan Yong couldn't help shouting angrily: "Lu Wenjia, are you crazy?"