The momentum came with great momentum, and Han Changxu felt that he couldn't hold on to the dough. Fortunately, he had practiced it. The dough was just a pastime when life was acceptable, and he couldn't live anymore. What's the use of dough? He couldn't make dumplings.

Back in his office, before his butt was firmly sitting, the accountant came in again: "Director Han, may I ask about the account matters?"

"It's in the secret account."

"In the secret account?"

"That's right! I don't understand? I didn't want the money back, so I'll take the blame? It's in the secret, and it's in the heads of those old guys!"

"Okay." The accountant understood, nodded, turned around and left, and brought the door with him. Han Changxu rubbed his swollen temples, thinking about what had happened just now, and he was uneasy to think about it. He opened the laptop on the desk and logged into the Interpol with his authority. The information that could be found was limited. Fortunately, he was still a master of hacking. When he was at the headquarters in Asia, he participated in internal maintenance and left behind a hidden secret door. Through this secret door, although he still could not access the core secrets, his authority was almost expanded by one level.

"Special Operations Team, mission is underway?"

After finding out what he wanted to know, Han Changxuxun withdrew and cleared out all traces of logging.

"It seems that I haven't run away anymore. What big thing happened? I need to use the special operation team?" Han Changxu knocked on the desktop with his finger, thought for a while, took out his phone, opened the email, and sent out the email. He had left the headquarters in Asia, and there was no channel to understand many things, but he had a pessimistic line inside, so he could ask for a little if necessary.

"Dongdong"

There was another knock on the door, and Han Changxu said impatiently: "What's the matter? Can you let me calm down for a while!"

The assistant pushed the door with a bitter face and said, "Director, I can't stand it anymore. You can make an idea. I really can't stand it anymore, it's really not possible."

"I'll say no, when did you do it?" Han Changxu wiped his face. After thinking for a while, he said irritably: "That's the old way, Pinocchio 2.o."

"But the director" assistant said: "There's nothing to do. Really. On New Year's Day, we first made a fake one, but we didn't suppress it. We forced the dispatch to make a real one, and they dominated Yi Zhou's headlines. We barely forced them to suppress it. We have done it a few more times in the past six months, so what's going on now?"

"No?" Han Changxu stared at the assistant's eyes, picked up a pen on the table and smashed it over: "Your brain is dead? Make it up! Go and create it, how can you use those things? Go and make it up! Come to me too, I am your assistant, right? Am I your assistant?"

The assistant was scolded and knew that he had hit the gun. What could he do? He was under the eaves and had to bow his head and sigh. He said, "Okay, Director, don't be angry, I'll do it, I'll do it."

After leaving Han Changxu's office, the assistant changed to a conference room and found the special reaction team for public relations affairs under the Operations Department to discuss how to implement this Pinocchio 2.o.

Pinocchio is a character on the phone. When he tells a lie, his nose will grow longer. Pinocchio 2.o means that the bug that the nose will grow longer. That is, no matter how you lie, your nose will not grow longer. It refers to the behavior of using methods such as deception, concealment, and diverting your sight to guide the focus of public opinion. It is usually a government loincloth.

"Don't be bitter. When you are in a meeting, who are you here to compare with you?" Although the assistant is timid in front of Han Changxu, he is also full of momentum in the face of the people below: "It's this time, don't hide it. Do you have any pocket connections? Take it out and use it! Don't use it at this time, when will it be used? Don't think about keeping it. This year, or even next year, there will be no scandals that are bigger than this. It's time for you!"

Still no one spoke. The assistant looked at everyone's faces, sighed, and said, "It's not me who forced you, but the director forced me. You think about it yourself. Should I force you, or should the director come to force you in person?"

Seeing that everyone still didn't say anything, the assistant Qiantu Dao showed up: "It's time for dinner, I'll order takeout for you, so you sit here and think about it. When will you come out and when will you put you out? I can't think of it at night. I'm buying you midnight snacks. I can't think of it tomorrow morning. I'll buy you breakfast and think of it until I figure it out."

"Dear colleagues, come on, finish it early and get off early."

“Fighting!”

Ajiu finished talking about him and krystayi intermittently. After three rounds of wine, the bottle of good wine was already bottomed out. Looking at Ajiu sighing repeatedly and frowning, Long Gen suddenly became a little dazed. Ajiu noticed it and raised his hand to shake it in front of him: "Senior brother, what are you thinking? You won't laugh at me, right?"

Long Gen smiled and said, "I remembered your father. The dragon gives birth to a dragon, the phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and the mouse gives birth to a hole. Your ability is not worse than your father, and your love personality is not worse than your father. You father and son are really like you are in the bones."

"Father" Ajiu lowered his head and said, "I already know, senior brother, you don't have to say that he is alive and lie to me."

"I know you know," Long Gen peeled off a boiled peanut and threw it into his mouth: "I insisted on telling you that you are not young anymore, not a child anymore, and you should know some things. We can't decide your life for you at all. We have taught you the ability to live, and even if you deserve your father, how to live is your business." Long Gen smiled and continued, "And there are many things we can't give you any opinions, and you have to experience them yourself.

, feel, life, when it comes to the root of it, it is still a matter of your own, and no one can replace you. Just remember that the blisters on your feet are by yourself. No matter what choice you make, don’t regret it.” As he said, he smiled happier: “When I got to drink with your father for the last time, your father was only of your age. He said that he still remembered it now. He said that people who regret doing things are cowards. I will tell you this sentence and you can encourage yourself.”

Ajiu also laughed: "Senior brother, don't pollute my dad's image in my heart, I don't believe you."

"I'm still beautifying it, your father, hehe, forget it, let's not talk about it, and tell me what he is doing," Long Gen looked at Ajiu and raised his hand to pat his shoulder: "To be honest, I'm happy for your parents to see you succeed like this. I'm not in vain to have a good son."

Ajiu smiled and didn't say anything.

"What are your plans?"

"I haven't thought about it yet, let's talk about it when I've seen the master."

Long Gen thought for a while and nodded: "It's okay, you'll have a rest here late today. I've been waiting for you to go back to see the master. I've figured out what to plan. If you want to return to China to serve, come and be my deputy. When I leave in a few years, you'll take over my shift."

Ajiu waved his hand: "I don't want to do this, you can stay well, it really won't work. Let my eldest niece take over."

"Hey? I'm still excited. Do I know if I'm raising you? I'm talking about your eldest niece. Your eldest niece is three years older than you. The third girl is holding gold bricks. Otherwise, don't you think about that Korean girl. How about marrying your eldest niece?"

"Senior Brother" Ajiu looked helpless: "It's all too bad, ah?"

"The more I talk, the more I feel distorted. Be careful I will beat you up!"
Chapter completed!