Tomorrow's Ark, the Personnel Commissioner Does Not Do Personnel

A total of dozens of people sat around a super-elliptical conference table that was unusually wide, with a width of only four or five meters. They came from various races. Qilin, whose style is very similar to sister, also has a few pandas with belts - these Ursas are not as chubby as iron eaters.

One of these people counts as one, and they are all wealthy businessmen of Yan Kingdom. They may not be considered giants in Yan Kingdom, but they are enough to suppress Wei Yanwu if they are placed here.

Some of them spoke fiercely, slapping the table to accuse them to go straight with their fingers; some behaved decently, and their words and deeds were polite; It flew up and sprayed into the teacups of the people around, and almost cursed their mothers.

As for Wei Yanwu, this scheming old dragon, sat on the chief of the conference table, still maintaining a mysterious smile.

And Chen Huijie and Wang Qi sat side by side on the corner of the table next to Wei Yanwu, Chen sir didn't want to get too close to Wei Yanwu, so Wang Qi separated them.

Chen Huijie obviously didn't like this kind of scene. With a straightforward and serious personality, she couldn't stand this kind of nonsense with a mask. She kept a stiff smirk on her face, and kept her head down, thinking about it.

But Wang Qi has long adapted to this situation. Although the public relations department and the personnel department do not belong to the same department, in order to recruit talents, Wang Qi also needs to contact people from various city-states and companies from time to time. Politicians have long seen a lot.

Of course, there are more interesting and honest people like Neng Angel and Chen Huijie. Wang Qilai also picked up two girlfriends during his trip to Longmen, so it can be said that he did not lose money.

Seeing Chen Huijie's uncomfortable expression, Wang Qi, who had entered the business state, continued to maintain a smile on the table, while under the table, he secretly pinched the fair skin on the back of Chen Sir's hand.

"Don't make trouble!"

Chen Huijie stretched out her finger, flicked Wang Qi's hand away, then grabbed his hand, and pressed it on her thigh with a force Wang Qi couldn't match, not allowing him to move.

Wang Qi could only laugh dryly twice, and continued to maintain his formulaic smile.

Does this meeting need Wang Qi to speak?unnecessary.

Do you need Chen Huijie to speak?No need.

What is their job—representing the Guards Bureau and Rhodes Island, they came together to be scolded.

In fact, there is no need for Rhodes Island to attend this meeting. If Kelsey comes, I am afraid that none of these people will be able to speak, but Wang Qi has always paid attention to peace. Face.

After all, this group of people seem to say a lot, but they can be summed up in two words - trash.

Longmen is five, Guards Bureau is five, and Rhodes Island is also five—even if it is not, it must be criticized in the trash.

Don't look at the excitement of the group of people in front of you, but in fact, everyone is like a mirror in their hearts, and most of them are acting out.

Did they throw money in the ghetto?Of course not, in fact, there is some human trafficking, and Chen Huijie has caught many of them over the years, but they have never hurt them.

Did they have sponsorship on the Guards Bureau?It's even more impossible. Wei Yanwu purchased most of the excellent equipment of the Guard Bureau through private channels, and Dayan only gave symbolic help.

Do these people really think that they can get some compensation from Wei Yanwu or seek some benefits by saying something here and there?

Of course not, it is easy to scrape oil and water from ordinary people, and no one wants to take food from Longkou.

Everyone knew that this meeting was meaningless, they were only representing all walks of life in Longmen, representing Yan State, and putting pressure on Wei Yanwu—opposing what he supported, criticizing what he encouraged, and making all actions hinder Wei Yanwu.

It is a great thing that the slums are being driven away. Those poor ghosts who can't make money can finally leave. Take back the urban area, and come to defend them, the pillars of Yan who really need to be surrounded!

After listening to them for a while, Wang Qi lost interest in what they said. What these guys in suits and leather shoes say is not as nutritious as what Kebo said—Xiao Ke is actually very smart.

Human feelings are indifferent, and the world is cold, only Chen sir's thighs are still warm.

Thinking of this, Wang Qi automatically filtered out the buzzing in his ears, and while enjoying Chen Sir's small hands and thighs, he observed the other people in the conference room.

He also saw an old figure, hunched over at the end of the conference table, with only his head protruding from the table in his short body.

The Mouse King, now low-key like a real mouse.

Lin Yuxia didn't sit with him, instead she was sitting next to Chen Huijie, she seemed to be preoccupied, and didn't care about Wang Qi and Chen Huijie's small movements under the table.

Wang Qi also saw a tiger. The blood of the ancestors was strong. It was a film male with a tiger's head. The tiger's whiskers were already grey.

But contrary to his strong figure, he wore a raised mask on his face, and his hands were even holding on to the table, making him look a little weak.

Wang Qi guessed that this should be the grandfather that Shi Huaiya often told himself, Adams Shi Huaiya, although he worked with a ventilator every day, he almost single-handedly controlled the flow of most of Longmen's financial funds, that is, relying on this person to fight together. Only Jiangshan's old buddy, Wei Yanwu, can continue to contend with this gang of Longmen moths.

Originally, Wang Qi planned to follow her to see the parents after he understood the matter, but he did not expect to meet this grandfather here.

"Ah!"

When Wang Qi looked at him, he found that this old sick tiger was also looking at him. After seeing Wang Qi's gaze, he opened his bloody mouth and gave Wang Qi a scary smile... .. seems to be somewhat, nostalgic?

What is this, recognition of my grandson-in-law?

Wang Qi could only think about it for a while, and smiled back at him——and then suddenly felt that it would be inappropriate for him to secretly touch Chen sir's thigh in front of his future grandpa.

But there is no way, he is indeed not as strong as Chen sir.

In the end, he also saw a big horned ox. This man of the Plenty Hoof tribe had a strong body far exceeding the average stature of the tribe, and the horns on his head were not small.

Wang Qi thought for a long time before he recalled the identity of this person—the boss of Fengchi Logistics, the father of Young Master Baisong.

Now this kid is not yet old enough to inherit the family business. It will take almost another year before this poor young lady will be sent to Penguin Logistics to be taught the dangers of social beings by the enthusiastic big sisters.

【Ah, he's here too, doesn't that mean—— Gan! 】

Just when Wang Qi thought of a guy, he saw a penguin wearing a T-shirt and a gold chain staring straight at him under the tall and spacious conference table—the hand on Chen Sir's thigh.

"I'm going to tell Texas, you scumbag!"

The Great Emperor raised a middle finger at Wang Qi with his own wings. The bird's beak opened and closed without making a sound, but Wang Qi read the words on his lips—don't care how he read it, he could read it anyway. .

"You tm—go back to your seat!"

An old acquaintance with the Great Emperor, Wang Qi was not polite, he directly raised his right leg, pulled him towards the distance, and at the same time gave him a middle finger in return.

From this point of view, it seems that the entire Longmen, these prestigious upper-class people, have been gathered here.

The surrounding noise gradually decreased, and a group of big shots who believed in distribution according to the noise also finished their performances, and each of them fell silent, planning to wait for Wei Yanwu to speak.

As for Wang Qi and Chen Huijie, these two young people, they didn't even plan to look at them.

Finally, after the entire hall fell silent, Wei Yanwu finally spoke.

"Masters, I have heard what you said clearly. Today I called everyone here to give you an explanation, and to Longmen an explanation—for the better future of our city."

Wei Yanwu knocked the dry tobacco in his hand, and said this sentence leisurely.

As for Wang Qi, he smelled something bad.

Picking up the tea on the table, he sniffed it lightly, but didn't dare to drink it.

This meeting is probably not that simple.

"Brother Wang, I asked you to do something, but it's done?"

Suddenly, Wei Yanwu asked Wang Qi such a sentence without beginning or end, and everyone in the conference room was stunned.

Wei Yanwu, call this ordinary Rhodes Island employee next to him—brother?

Only the few people who were observed by Wang Qi just now showed no strange expressions.

Fuck, uncle, you really dare to say anything.

Wang Qi felt like he was sitting on pins and needles for a moment, but Chen Huijie at the side was not surprised and just let go of Wang Qi's hand silently.

But she knew that the old guy beside him, Wei Yanwu's grandfather was already young.

"Wei Gong, you've really broken me—fortunately, they are still in the lower city."

Wang Qichong cupped his hands to Wei Yanwu, and replied vaguely.

He has already determined that Wei Yanwu is planning to do something terrible.

"Good! As expected of you!"

Wei Yanwu slowly put down the pipe in his hand and got up silently.

He was really tall, and the moment he got up, the entire conference room was filled with a fiery pressure.

"Hui Jie, I once taught you Chixiao swordsmanship. You have practiced hard for many years, and you have achieved something, but you have not improved."

Suddenly, Wei Yanwu turned his head and showed Chen Huijie a smile—it was no longer a fake smile that controlled everything, but a free and easy smile that relieved a heavy burden.

"Varied--"

Never seen Wei Yanwu have such a reaction before, Chen Huijie was stunned for a moment, and immediately wanted to refute, but before he could reply, Wang Qi held down his little hand.

"Hui Jie, today, I will dance the real Akasaka swordsmanship for you, please remember."

Then, a fiery breath filled the entire conference room.

More than [-] years ago, the dragon that just came to Longmen has returned.

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PS: Second more~~

Overslept!Sorry, sorry, it seems that there will only be three changes today!

PS2: After this chapter is released, it is estimated that the New Year is coming soon. In fact, this is just the alternation of ordinary days and days. We cannot change and grow instantly, but it is still worth commemorating.

I wish you all a happy new year. In the new year, I will continue to work hard and update more!

Chapter 178 128. Akasaka Sword Intent!

Whether it was the Akasaka sword or the Akasaka swordsmanship first, no one can answer this question.

Before the origin stone industry was on the rise, and when Lateran had not dug out the STC standardized production module of the gun weapon, the origin stone was still a scarce resource on this continent than gems.

At this time, on the land of Yan Country, someone invented the method of repeatedly beating and tempering the source stone to turn it into the sharpest weapon and magic weapon—the name is, fire casting the source stone.

The craftsman who invented these techniques is no longer available, only known to be a respected existence, and some people say that it was created by the casting god worshiped by the people of Yan Kingdom.

The Scarlet Heaven Sword is a peerless magic weapon forged with such a technique. Cutting steel and iron is like cutting soil and cutting mud. Infused with the source stone energy, it can even swing a slash that seems to cut the space. The fierce Chixiao swordsmanship is worthy of the name of dragon slaying.

But the essence of Chixiao swordsmanship is not above Chixiao sword.

If you reach the realm of transformation, you can use a sword to pick flowers from flying leaves.

"Hui Jie, you should be optimistic."

Wei Yanwu stood up, his tall body straightened for the first time.

The expressions that belonged to politicians and officials completely disappeared, replaced by outbursts of anger and incomparably sharp sword moves.

Chen Huijie couldn't help but leaned back and pressed the Chixiao Sword on her waist. She could feel the sword, and she was in a joyful mood at this moment.

Having used the sword for more than ten years, Chen Huijie didn't know how to use other weapons, but she knew what kind of aura a sword wielder would have when confronting the enemy.

Such Wei Yanwu, Chen Huijie vaguely remembered that she had seen it before - just twenty years ago, when Xiaota was taken away, on that clear night, the only time he showed real anger in front of her.

"Chi Xiao's intention is that if you get out of the sheath, you will surely gain something."