"……that's all?"

Xue Nanjun seemed to be very confused about Chen Zheng's requirements - it was not too high, but too low, which was much lower than Director Xue's psychological expectations.

"What else?" Chen Zheng said angrily, "In addition, no matter how much salary they receive in the system, when I go to me, I will refer to the average salary of international mercenaries."

"Oh! That's a good relationship! I'm worried about the tuition fee of my child... How about me?" the old fried dough stick smiled.

"I've said that I don't promise that there is absolutely no life danger - if the Als come to take revenge on me, I may not be able to protect you..." Chen Zheng warned.

"It's okay, just give me one more pension, I won't want more... one million dollars." The old fried dough said half-true.

"I can't afford it." Chen Zheng rolled his eyes, "I've been in my place for a few days and my people will be instigated by you... You absolutely can't... But the woman just now can consider it."

"Oh? You're also interested in our Xiaoning?" the old fried dough stick quipped.

"Bah, I just think she is serious in her work and is a good employee. It doesn't matter whether she has her or not." Chen Zheng said angrily, "Did you think about your problem?"

"It's really OK in any aspect?" said the old fried dough stick with a smile.

"Of course, I keep my word."

"That's it..." The old fry paused, looked at Chen Zheng's eyes and said, "Kill an Al Temple, more than a dozen Al Apostles... are you?"

"Huh? You all know this? CIA's confidentiality is so poor?" Chen Zhengyi concealed his surprise with a slightly exaggerated expression.

"There are no airtight walls in the world, and the information is still valuable."

"I heard that the intelligence community of the Hua family does not bribe, lust, or assassinate... Why? Is the rumor wrong?" Chen Zheng said curiously.

Xue Nanjun said nothing, but only gave Chen Zheng a profound smile.

"Are you deliberately arousing my curiosity?" Chen Zheng picked up the corner of his mouth, "Do you think I might be fooled? Hey... I was really fooled... Say it, do you want to exchange information or what?"

"Exchange information, after answering this... let me ask one more, how about it?" Xue Nanjun said with a smile, as if he was not bargaining, but chatting with old friends, so that he could not feel bad.

"It's me." Chen Zheng first answered Xue Nanjun's first question, and then signaled him to continue.

"It's really you... I guessed it when I saw your lightsaber." After Xue Nanjun confirmed what he was thinking, the smile on his face slowly faded, and he said seriously: "This information comes from France."

"It's over?" Chen Zheng asked.

"We have had a secret agreement with the French foreign-related departments, and will regularly exchange some information and use special funds when necessary." Xue Nanjun sighed, "We are still sticking to some things, but there are still some that cannot be held on."

"I understand, isn't it just buying intelligence? It's so mysterious." Chen Zheng in turn comforted Xue Nanjun, "Information trading is just a normal transaction, and it cannot be considered a bribery..."

"Thank you for understanding."

"But the French are quite powerful, they can actually get information from the CIA." Chen Zheng sighed - but in fact, the information was not circulated from the CIA, but a romantic and passionate senior official of Earth Shield accidentally leaked the secret.

After sighing, Chen Zheng decided to fulfill his promise: "What else do you want to ask?"

"Can I ask you after reporting? Anyway, the person you want will be able to come some time." Xue Nanjun asked tentatively.

"Yes, add me on WeChat and contact me often in the future." Chen Zheng took out his cell phone openly.

"Uh...that...I don't know how to use it..." Xue Nanjun, who was already an old fry, seemed a little embarrassed at this time.

"Silly, come on, like this... click this... hold it and don't move, I'll sweep you... OK."

“…”

After the two discussed how to use the new century communication software, Chen Zheng said to Xue Nanjun: "I have all the people and I can write to me on WeChat. When I think about what I ask, I remember to write to me on WeChat."

"Okay." Xue Nanjun nodded solemnly.

"Let's go, see you again." Chen Zheng waved his hand, turned around and disappeared in front of Xue Nanjun.

“…”

A living person, a person who was just chatting and laughing with him, disappeared directly! In addition, when he appeared, he was so abrupt, as if he had popped out of thin air...

Obviously, this is not just a farewell, but a warning, a silent warning.

"...Chen Liming, Chen Liming, what kind of little monster did you cultivate?...I almost couldn't resist it...I'm old...I'm old..."

Xue Nanjun shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The short ten minutes of verbal confrontation seemed calm on the surface, but only Xue Nanjun knew how great the pressure he had just endured.

Xue Nanjun has always emphasized in his heart that those unpredictable auras were just his own illusion.

However, the moment Chen Zheng left, Xue Nanjun finally felt the substantial oppression that Chen Zheng deliberately released! It turned out that the previous feelings were all true!

"But, overall, he should have come with kindness..." Halfway through his words, Xue Nanjun suddenly saw the scaffolding and green curtain beside the building.

"I hope so."

...

Meanwhile, on the opposite building.

Looking at the figure who turned and went downstairs in Qiu Feng, Chen Zheng let out a long sigh.

“… Another old fox…”

The old fox must be talking about Xue Nanjun, but why do you say it again? Then I have to ask Lao Wang...

When Chen Zheng confirmed that the foreign-related department had not organized an arrest operation and no other extreme behavior, he really left here and returned to the small hotel.

"How is it? You've recruited the person you want?" Damien was used to Chen Zheng's elusiveness.

"Well, it seems like this for the time being." Chen Zheng thought for a while, "If everything goes well, you will have a new colleague soon."

"Are my colleagues who drink coffee and read newspapers every day?"

Chen Zheng knew very well what Damien's dissatisfaction was - he had already sacrificed his life to die with the "evil forces", but after following Chen Zheng for so long, he would naturally feel a little disheartened.

"Of course - not... they are much busier than you." Chen Zheng said angrily.

"You can't let me be busy too?" Damien was very proactive.

"I'm afraid you're incompetent." Before I knew it, Chen Zheng dug a hole for him.

"I'm the elite of the Marine Corps! I..."

Damien Balabara said a lot of his "glorious history". Chen Zheng listened with a serious face for a long time, and finally nodded: "Well, since that's the case... let's divide their work into you."

"Don't worry! I'm definitely better than them! By the way...what mission should we perform?" Damien asked excitedly.

"Well, I think about it, it should be the first place in the housework and queue. Will you be able to walk in a straight line? Can you stack tofu chunks?"

"???" Damien looked confused.

"... Maybe they should be asked to train you first?" Chen Zheng touched his chin and said with some uncertainty.

“…”
Chapter completed!