Zhao Changfeng chuckled and said: "Ideals are not a bad thing. The reason why human beings continue to make progress is because we have all kinds of ideals. Your ideas are very good, and your ideals are also very good. What do you think is the difficulty?"

Meng Yan: "The difficulty lies in how to establish a good consultation mechanism. This is easy to say but difficult to do."

Zhao Changfeng said: "You young people have a saying that good love goes in both directions. I also believe that good cooperation goes in both directions. Some things require the joint efforts of ordinary people and practitioners. The most important thing is that both sides

There must be people with full authority and broad recognition to lead and take the lead.”

"Yes." Meng Yan was convinced.

Zhao Changfeng: "However, among the group of practitioners, there is no one who is very prestigious and well-recognized."

Meng Yan thought about it and realized that this was indeed the case.

Zhao Changfeng: "I won't talk about the Spica Crow. There is something wrong with this organization, and its butt is crooked. Fudi is the leader of the spiritual community, but they are selfish and watch the fire from the other side. They have no spirit of dedication to maintaining social stability, and the official does not

It is possible to engage in political cooperation with them. In addition, there are individual practitioners from all walks of life. Although there are many people, there is no one who can convince the crowd. And within the Secret Service, there are also no practitioners who can convince the crowd.

"

Meng Yan nodded.

If there were such people or such forces, it would actually be easier to handle.

Zhao Changfeng looked at Meng Yan and chuckled: "It doesn't matter. If there is no such person, we will cultivate such people."

"Create a god?" Meng Yan immediately remembered the gameplay of traffic stars.

"It can be understood that way. I really want to build a hero." Zhao Changfeng nodded and admitted.

Meng Yan asked curiously: "Who is Director Zhao planning to create?"

"You."

"Me?" Meng Yan was stunned, "I'm not from the Secret Service, I'm just a non-staff member."

Zhao Changfeng laughed and said: "Non-staff personnel are better. You are not a member of the Special Intelligence Bureau, which is an advantage. The most important thing is that you cannot make gods out of thin air. Practitioners are not stupid fans and cannot rely solely on traffic to obey.

, The most important thing is strength.

You are the only foundation of the Secret Service. You can write magical calligraphy. You are proficient in Talisman. You participate in the development of the Red Arrow Crossbow. You are an expert in blood refining. Then, as a non-staff member, you rescue the members of the Secret Service without hesitation.

He also killed six foundation-building crows.

The practitioners of the Secret Service recognize you, and the frontline soldiers also recognize you. Speaking of King Gun, who in the camp doesn’t know about him?

In fact, you are already a star. We don't need to make things up. We just need to tell the truth about what you have done. That will be enough for you.

The most taboo thing about creating a god is to praise it forcefully.

Look around, look around the camp, can you find anyone more suitable than you?"

"Uh..." Meng Yan couldn't complain anymore and asked: "Director Zhao, have you been planning this for a long time?"

"When I learned that you were building a foundation, I had this idea. However, I had not made a decision before."

"When did you make the decision?" Meng Yan asked.

Zhao Changfeng: "When you agreed to go to the oasis for rescue. Creating a god is not to praise someone, but also to set an example and then guide practitioners to cooperate with ordinary people. Your choice made me recognize you as a person, so I made my decision.

determination."

Meng Yan smiled and said: "Bureau Zhao, actually I have a more suitable candidate?"

"Who?" Zhao Changfeng was curious.

Meng Yan: "You, Director Zhao."

"Me?" Zhao Changfeng was confused.

Meng Yan: "You are the director, you are dedicated to your work, and you are recognized by everyone in the Southeast Branch. You brought this army together, and I am your subordinate. Who else is more suitable than you?"

"Bullshit. I am just an ordinary person and cannot represent practitioners." Zhao Changfeng felt that Meng Yanjing was talking nonsense.

Meng Yan took out a corpse transformation talisman and activated it, and a stream of light blue smoke lingered around his wrist.

Zhao Changfeng was stunned for a moment, with a look of disbelief on his face.

He rubbed his eyes, "I just seemed to see..."

"Director Zhao, you read that right. You saw the smoke coming out of the spiritual machine." Meng Yan laughed happily.

"How could this happen?" Zhao Changfeng, as smart as he was, was also confused at this moment.

"Because Director Zhao, you also have the qualifications to practice."

Zhao Changfeng reacted immediately: "Were those the things you gave me to eat?"

"Those are the Love Spirit Liquid and the Desire Spirit Liquid." Meng Yan said truthfully: "My ability has improved recently, and I accidentally acquired a new technology. It was originally to help Lei Bing and Gong Xiang recover their energy while they were on the road, so that they could follow

I was in a hurry to march. But I didn’t expect that the love spirit liquid and the desire spirit liquid would have such wonderful effects, allowing ordinary people to have the qualifications to practice."

Zhao Changfeng was shocked.

As smart as he was, he immediately thought of the ripples this matter would cause.

"Does anyone know about this?" Zhao Changfeng asked nervously.

"Director Zhao, you are the third person who knows. Apart from you, only Lei Bing and I know. I have already told Lei Bing not to make any announcement. Lei Bing also knows the severity."

Zhao Changfeng breathed a sigh of relief and said angrily: "Not only did you not say anything about such a big matter, you also used it to trick me?"

Meng Yan smiled and said: "Boss Zhao, don't talk nonsense. I didn't trick you. It would be great to become a practitioner."

"You!" Zhao Changfeng was so angry that he just slapped the table, "You are so nonsense! If I become a practitioner, do you know the consequences?"

Meng Yan: "If you don't tell me, I won't tell you. Who knows?"

Zhao Changfeng understood that this kid did it on purpose.

He didn't have any bad intentions, but he was deliberately dragging him into the water.

"This matter must not be made public, understand?" Zhao Changfeng knew very well the seriousness of this matter.

Meng Yan: "I'm going to let my parents practice."

Zhao Changfeng snorted coldly: "I knew you were making this evil idea. Remember, this matter will only go to your parents. The sixth person must not know about it. If the news gets out, there will be endless disasters."

"Yeah." Meng Yan agreed.

Zhao Changfeng: "Do you want to run out again?"

Meng Yan: "After the rescue is over, I am going to visit my parents and stay with them for a while."

Zhao Changfeng: "Come to me before you leave the ruins, and I will get you a set of formation disks. When the time comes, you can arrange the formation disks at home. If your parents want to practice, they can practice at home."

Meng Yan laughed.

He knew that Bureau Zhao would wipe his ass for him.

"Thank you, Director Zhao." He thanked him sincerely.

Because Zhao Changfeng acquiesced to his parents' practice and was willing to help him deal with the aftermath.

"You little brat, you know how to make your own decisions." Zhao Changfeng looked at Meng Yan with a mixture of love and hate in his heart, and said, "The Secret Service has established a Propaganda Department, which is affiliated with the General Administration. In a few days, the writers invited by the Secret Service and
Chapter completed!