Snap.

A report fell heavily on the table.

Broken Bee crossed his hands and placed them against her slightly pointed chin, staring at the tall figure in front of him with his big eyes like cat eyes.

Under such gaze, the man broke out in cold sweat on his forehead and shrank his shoulders a little bit, trying to reduce his sense of presence.

"Omaeda." She said softly.

"Hi."

Omaeda Kichiyo responded loudly, fearing that she would be scolded if her voice was too quiet.

"Why are you shouting so loudly? I'm not deaf."

Zhifeng immediately darkened his face, and his eyes gradually sharpened, transforming from cat eyes to the eyes of a tiger looking at its prey. It was still a tiger that had been hungry for three days. "Do you think this report is a report that can be handed in?"

Ohmaeda Kichiyo swallowed her saliva and said weakly: "No."

"Then you still hand it over?!"

The sudden high pitch made his heart tremble, and he quickly changed his words: "Okay, okay."

"It is said that there are bad rumors about the Golden Seal Army. What rumors are they? Is it true? Who is it related to? None of them have been found out. How dare you leave it to me!"

Broken Bee clapped his hands together, and golden spiritual pressure burst out from his petite body, filling the captain's room.

"Uh, I'll go investigate right away."

Ohmaeda Kichiyo finally found an excuse, turned and walked towards the door, her heart raised, fearing that she would hear the word "stop".

Fortunately, Broken Bee didn't shout. Watching his tall figure leave, he rubbed his temples with his hands and sighed again, why is his vice-captain such a thing?

The person has been selected, and the meals and buildings for the second division are all financed by the Ohmaeda family.

Canceling those existing benefits is not conducive to the stability of covert maneuvers.

Zhifeng shook off the worries in his little head and picked up the meeting application form on the table, "The steward of the Purgatory Chamber of Commerce, approves the National People's Congress Maeda Kichiyo.

That idiot sold my meeting to someone else again."

She complained, but still did not refuse. After all, she was soft-spoken and shouted outside: "Let Ishiyama Yuta come in and see me."

"yes."

There was a loud response from outside the door.

Broken Bee leaned back, the cicadas chirping outside the window continued.

It's already August and the cicadas are still chirping non-stop.

That guy left Jinglingting on July 16th. It's now August 9th, almost twenty-four days ago.

She doesn't really care.

It doesn't matter whether that kind of person comes back or not. As a captain, even an acting captain, it is unjustifiable to be absent from work for such a long time.

Take responsibility for her!

Just as he was thinking about it, a knock on the door interrupted Sui Bee's thinking, "Please come in."

A man in a kimono walked into the captain's room. He wore glasses and had silver natural curls. "Hello, Captain Broken Bee, I am Yuta Ishiyama, one of the stewards of the Purgatory Chamber of Commerce. I am very happy to have the opportunity to meet you.

, this is a small greeting gift."

Ishiyama Yuta put the packed bag on the table and said with a sincere smile: "Please don't dislike Nagoya's snacks."

“Sweets in Nagoya are not cheap.”

Zhanfeng's tone was a little distant, and he asked, "If you have anything to say, just tell me. I'm about to get off work."

Ishiyama Yuta took out a handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile: "Actually, the Chamber of Commerce wants to launch a brand new calendar this time, with the protection of the heroes of Jinglingting as the background of the calendar."

"boring."

Broken Bee immediately commented.

She was deeply disgusted with these guys from the Chamber of Commerce.

He keeps saying that he wants people to remember the heroes of the Gotei.

He proposed to print the captains' pictures on clothes, launch teacups and writing brushes of the same style, and even wanted to make doll pendants of famous officers and captains of the Gotei 13.

The real purpose is to make money.

She has no objection to the soldiers' consumption.

But it's really not worth spending money on such meaningless things.

Zhifeng will never forget that he saved and saved for more than half a year just to buy a cup with a picture of Lord Yoruichi printed on it.

Said it was used by me.

The quote is 44,500 rings.

At that time, her monthly salary was only 5,000 rings.

These black-hearted profiteers!

Zhanfeng's face turned gloomy and said: "Nothing else, you can go back."

Ishiyama Yuta continued to maintain a sincere smile and said: "Please don't refuse in a hurry, we will directly give you half of the net income from this calendar.

If you don't need it, you can donate this income to the Jinglingting Green Protection Center or the Death Disability Security Bureau.

Captain Aizen of the 5th Division, Vice Captain Hinamori, Vice Captain Matsumoto of the 10th Division, Sanchi Hitsugaya, Captain Ukitake of the 13th Division, Captain Tosen of the 9th Division, Vice Captain Hisasaki, and

Vice-captain Nirvana of Division 12 has agreed to join the Lunar Calendar Project."

The others were fine, but when they heard about Nirvana, Sui Feng was hesitant and thought, if Nirvana was on the calendar background and he wasn't, wouldn't it be a shame?

No, if the sales volume were not that of Nie Yinmeng, it would be impossible, she would definitely win!

Zhanfeng was very confident in himself and changed his words: "Okay, I agree to your request."

"Thank you Captain Broken Bee for your authorization. We will print out the calendar as soon as possible for you to review."

Ishiyama Yuta bowed his head, feeling proud that the Gotei 13 were rotten from top to bottom.

You only need to rely on connections, spend some money, and find a suitable reason to easily enter the secret mobile base camp and understand the terrain and defenses here.

He originally thought that the task assigned by Lord Tiandao would be difficult to accomplish, but now that he thought about it, he overestimated the gods of death.

Let these idiots welcome eternal sleep without knowing anything.

"Yeah." Zhanfeng nodded slightly, not wanting to continue chatting with the other party, and waved to see the guest off.

"Then I'll take my leave." Ishiyama Yuta raised his head, with a smile on his face, turned around and walked towards the door, not forgetting to close the door gently.

Zhanfeng frowned slightly, he was really a man full of businessman falseness.

Forget it, she didn't pay too much attention, lowered her head and continued to deal with official duties until five o'clock in the afternoon.

It's time to get off work.

Zui Feng sat on the chair, stretched out, leaned back comfortably, put the processed documents on the corner of the table, then stood on tiptoe, grabbed Nagoya snacks with both hands, and placed them on the edge of the table.

Don't waste it by eating it.

She took out the snack inside and opened the package. It turned out to be honey dorayaki!

This is her favorite.

That guy Ohmaeda does some good things occasionally.

She sat back at the table, put her feet on the corner of the desk, opened the second drawer with her right hand, and took out a theoretical book on whitewashing.

After get off work, she would study how to become stronger.

Recently, she had an idea in her mind, but it lacked theoretical support and she needed to read a lot of books to verify whether that idea was feasible.

She doesn't want to be rescued by Bai Shi all the time.

"Hmm," Zaifeng took a bite of the honey dorayaki. He put the book upright on his thigh and scanned the text above. After reading it, he turned to the next page and took another bite.
Chapter completed!