For most monks, the monastery is a noble and mysterious place.

This land is vast and fertile, with a large population and countless strange people and strange things. Even the monks themselves don't know how many wizards they have produced, and they naturally don't know what this mysterious repair office is like.

The presence.

Basically, the external department of the Maintenance and Management Office is the pioneer department, so the public's understanding of the Maintenance and Management Office is limited to this, and this department is regarded as the Maintenance and Management Office.

In fact, the entire maintenance and management department has many departments, and the annual expenditure is often hundreds of billions.

Various forces are entrenched here, and the funds are also maintained by these major forces. The above-ground and underground forces in the entire Yanxia are intertwined and extremely complicated.

When Mr. Qiao stepped into the iron gate, the voices of the eight people inside quietly became quieter.

"Mr. Qiao, you are here." One of the middle-aged men with a sword at his waist stood up. He was also holding a wine gourd in his hand. His clothes looked like Tang suits, but they had been modified to make them more fashionable.

But in modern society, it still seems nondescript.

This person is none other than Zhou Xiaochao, the head of the War Department of the Maintenance and Management Department.

The middle-aged man wearing a sword stood up, pulled a chair next to him, and welcomed Mr. Qiao over.

Mr. Qiao took his seat steadily. The whole conference room was a little dark and the light was not bright. On the light screen of the projector, Qi Chen's photos and information were displayed.

Mr. Qiao looked around and saw that this time everything was complete.

Everyone here is a big shot, and one word can affect the entire Yanxia.

Everyone thought that the repair and management office only dealt with monks, monsters and other things, but they didn't know that their responsibilities were even more important.

Especially, when Professor Huang's report was obtained, the entire country had secretly allocated resources to the maintenance department.

The man sitting in the first place smiled at Mr. Qiao as a greeting. His hair was black and thick, but his beard was gray.

"Mr. Qiao, this Qi Chen, according to our investigation, is the Master Qi who is in Jinye Market. He is also the youngest grandmaster as far as we know. Do you know anything about him?"

"Old Sang, you are talking about your words, why are you asking me? If I don't come today, I'm afraid you won't pay attention to me. In this case, why bother asking me for my opinion."

That man clearly looked middle-aged, but he was called Lao Sang by Mr. Qiao, so his identity was obviously not simple.

Lao Sang closed the pen and raised his eyelids. Those eyes were as dazzling as snow.

"Mr. Qiao, I know you are angry. After all, you dug up this Qi Chen, and to be honest, some of the things he provided were of great help to us."

"But you also need to know that this is the maintenance office, and the people sitting here now are the heads of various departments, and they are all grandmaster-level beings."

"And I am just an outsider after all, right?" Mr. Qiao

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He smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Old Sang, you and I can be considered people of the same era."

"Back then, when the country had just stabilized, there were no psychic potions. Even the research on monks hadn't started yet."

"At that time, a bottle of top-quality psychic potion was seized from abroad. I gave it to you, otherwise, how could you be sitting in this position now." Mr. Qiao narrowed his eyes.

At that time, the best psychic potion was so precious, and he was unwilling to waste national resources, so it was useless.

By the time the Maintenance Office was established and the first bottle of the best psychic potion was developed, decades had passed.

At that time, Mr. Qiao's body was not suitable for using such stimulating drugs to awaken.

Although the country had a very precious elixir, he flatly refused it because of his old man's character.

According to his words, if you can break through, break through. If you can't break through, then wait for death slowly without wasting resources.

The man called Lao Sang coughed twice in embarrassment. He was wearing a black cloak and could not see the whole picture clearly in the darkness.

"Mr. Qiao, I just asked you one question. Look, how many replies did you have? You just like to be more serious. I am doing this for Qi Chen's own good. You also know that this kind of person needs to be evaluated by our maintenance office.

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"Mr. Qiao..." Zhou Xiaochao shook his head.

Mr. Qiao was silent for a moment, looked at Qi Chen on the light screen, and said: "I believe your investigation should know more than I do. This young man has a kind heart and has made a lot of contributions to the country.

, Professor Huang’s report also has his contribution.”

"What, do you want to control it in your hands, or in the hands of someone else?"

A masked man opposite pulled the tie around his neck and laughed in a hoarse voice: "A monk is naturally everyone's monk. A powerful monk belongs to all of us. It cannot become a personal weapon."

"Mr. Qiao, it's like this. We have just evaluated it. This kind of talent, no matter what their character is, cannot be drained out. They must be within the scope of our supervision."

"You should know how much harm what happened to that person did to us, so this time, it must not happen again."

The masked man pressed the remote control in his hand, and a series of data appeared on the light screen.

"Qi Chen, a native of Licheng, an orphan... his adoptive father died in a traffic accident, and he has a younger sister at home..."

"So far, so normal."

"Even if he has just become a grandmaster, I think it's normal."

"It's just that it's only been a month since Mr. Qiao found out that the other party was a monk..."

"What about before this?"

"It seems that the other party has no signs of being a monk. Otherwise, he would not have been bullied for so many years, and his family would not be poor."

"Although his current residence has not changed much, it seems that he is deliberately hiding it."

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The masked man is a bit frivolous, I guess he is not very young.

"Becoming a grandmaster is not scary, even if you are a thug, it is not scary. What is scary is, how long did it take for him to become a grandmaster?"

"One month, two months, three months, even one year, it's incredible."

"And he has a lot of top-grade psychic potions on him." A fat man in a suit shouted, "No, according to our research, even the top-grade psychic potions cannot make people achieve this level."

"So..." The masked man took over, "So, our risk assessment for him is special."

Mr. Qiao fell silent, but this silence was a bit cold and gloomy.

In the entire history of the Maintenance Department, there are probably no more than twenty people in the world who have reached the special level.

"This is an uncontrollable factor. We know too little about him. Once he is controlled by the enemy, or he becomes disgusted with us, Mr. Qiao, you should understand what the consequences will be."

"And he has no father or mother. This is enough to make us suspicious. Maybe he is a human form transformed by the demon clan. Otherwise, how can we explain such a fast cultivation speed?"

The masked man said solemnly: "I propose that he be left in our maintenance office, wearing glory, and make a decision after everything is investigated."

Glory is not glory, but a kind of shackles, something developed by the R&D Department of the Maintenance and Management Office to imprison monks.

"I agree."

"I agree."

Eight people voted by show of hands.

Three of them gave up.

As for Mr. Qiao, he was not from the maintenance office, so he could only remain silent.

"Okay, now that everyone has decided, let's start taking action immediately. Of course, we can't neglect our genius." Lao Sang's faint voice sounded.

He glanced at Mr. Qiao and shook his head inwardly.

By this time, no one could make them change their minds.

A young genius, so what?

No one likes an uncontrolled genius.

At this moment, Mr. Qiao stood up and slowly took out a bronze medal from his arms.

The bronze medal is round in shape with a hollow in the middle, like a huge coin.

"Use this bronze medal to make a guarantee with you."

The bronze medal was gently placed on the conference table, but everyone in the conference room was silent, with shock in their eyes.

"Do you really want to use it? This is the greatest merit. If you use it, it will be gone."

"Just use it. If you don't use it, I'll be buried soon." Mr. Qiao looked at his former comrade.

Lao Sang was silent for a moment, and finally sighed helplessly: "I can agree to your request, but I can't let such a person wander around outside. At least he must have a sense of identity with us."

"In that case, let him go to the self-cultivation gym. Aren't you just short of master-level instructors?"
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