"Okay, this is the end of the meeting."
"I don't get involved in management matters, but I will naturally show up when needed in our war zone."
Listening to the entire senior management discussing the new structure and how to manage the entire theater, Lin An felt that it was a waste of time.
Maybe he still has some blood feelings for the survivors of China. For the foreigners, in Lin An's eyes, these people are not much more important than the NPCs in the dungeon.
Emotions are like water, they are difficult to distribute to outsiders.
Seeing Lin An getting up, everyone hurriedly followed suit.
When everyone looked at the mask, they felt a little regretful but also a little happy.
Although they unanimously decided to give Ren the highest authority, deep down in their hearts, everyone here still does not want Ren to "mess around". If they really want to intervene in management, they can only cooperate. Any changes to various affairs in a war zone will
Affected survivors are counted in the millions.
It seems that Mr. Ren is not the kind of person who is greedy for power.
Seeing that Ren was about to leave, Tyer, who had been silent since the meeting began, couldn't help but look at him and spoke hesitantly:
"Sir Ren."
"Now that you have returned to Soviet Russia, what are you doing?"
"As our leader, we have never seen your true face until now."
"this"
There was a slight doubt in his eyes.
It wasn't that he noticed something or had suspicions. It was his instinctive sixth sense that always made him feel that something was not quite right.
According to what Ren said, he lost his relatives after the doomsday broke out, and he upgraded in the dungeon by himself. After experiencing several difficult dungeons in succession, he only came out some time ago, so he was very unfamiliar with the current situation in Soviet Russia.
It sounds like there is no problem, and no one dares to question it.
But never seeing Ren's face always made him feel something was wrong.
He always felt that Ren's style was surprisingly consistent with Lin An's. They were both masked, extremely powerful, and had mythical summons.
Even in the intelligence they secretly collected, when Renn first appeared in the Stormpike safe zone, he was accompanied by a strong man.
Thinking about it carefully, it actually gives people a feeling of being extremely frightened.
"Um?"
Turning his head slightly, Lin An instantly looked back at Tai Er:
"You want to see what I really look like?"
"Why, are you doubting me?"
The tone was cold and self-involved, and there was even a hint of anger in Lin An's words.
"No no!"
"Sir Ren, you have misunderstood! In our hearts, you must be a hero in the Soviet-Russian theater!"
"Just, just."
Thoughts turned quickly. Seeing that Thiel was questioning this, many senior executives quickly made up their reasons:
"We plan to erect a statue in your honor as a tribute to your contribution!"
"Yes, that's right!"
Taier breathed a sigh of relief and looked straight at Lin An.
He really didn't think there was anything wrong with Ren, but driven by curiosity and sixth sense, he couldn't help but want to take a look.
There was a brief silence.
Lin An sighed softly, slowly opened the mask, and looked around the audience:
"Do you see clearly?"
There was silence in the conference room. After a while, everyone saw the face that was obviously of Russian origin, and felt inexplicably relieved. However, the mixed-race face seemed a bit too young. He looked no more than twenty-three or fourteen years old.
, However, strength has nothing to do with age. No one thinks there is any problem.
Taking a breath, Tai Er looked at Lin An with some embarrassment:
"Then Sir Ren, is there anything else you need to explain?"
"After you re-enter the dungeon, will we still contact you through reputation items?"
Nodding slightly, Lin An seemed to have thought of something and said calmly:
"Oh, two more things."
"First, I hope you can prepare the list of Lin An's needs and the supplies I need as soon as possible."
"As I said before, the dungeon I want to enter this time is very difficult, and I need some resources to use in the dungeon."
"Including the card, someone in Soviet Russia should have obtained the card. I hope you can get it in your hands as soon as possible. Time is running out."
"Second, I met a group of children near the Thunderpike safe zone. If possible, you can send someone to take them to the safe zone and take care of them."
After saying that, Lin An nodded and disappeared like a shadow.
child?
Looking at each other, several people hurriedly issued orders to find the child Lin An was talking about and transport him to the central safety area.
Standing at the end, holding the list given by Lin An in his hand, Tyer subconsciously glanced at it.
Materials, equipment, psychic fruits, energy blocks, props
Although there are many requirements, it is still normal.
Just seeing the last request for food, he couldn't help but frown.
Although the food in Soviet Russia was relatively normal due to population, due to its vast territory and sparse population, it was easy for them to regain the former state-owned granary.
But both Lin An and Renne opened their mouths, which really made him feel that it was too much.
What kind of dungeon does Mr. Ren want to enter that actually requires so much material? Is it convenient to build a force in the dungeon?
At the end, Tyer suddenly looked at the final list information in a daze.
"Canned Yellow Peach*(Lin An)"
"Canned Yellow Peach*(Rennes)"
The font was a little skewed, and it looked like it was written in a hurry, but in Thiel's opinion, it was clearly very important and was added temporarily.
????
Like a bolt from the blue, in an instant, Tyre suddenly remembered the scene in his trial.
"Yellow peach!? Yellow peach exchanged for points!? Yellow peach given to me by the system!?"
"The abnormally powerful Lin An is stronger than Huang Tao in the Ren trial!?"
"Tyle, what's wrong with you?"
"Tyr!?"
In the conference room, when many Soviet and Russian high-level officials turned around, they immediately noticed that Tell was lost and lost, as if they had noticed the big secret.
When he asked about it, he found that Tyer kept repeating unintelligible words in his mouth like a maniac:
"What does yellow peach and yellow peach mean!?"
On the transport plane, Zhang Tie looked at Lin An who suddenly appeared in surprise, and almost dropped the shovel in his hand.
"Hey, Captain Lin, are you done with it?"
"Isn't it a grand investiture ceremony? Why did you come back so quickly?"
After glancing at Lin An, Zhang Tie took another look at the hot pot where he was stewed, and couldn't help but marvel. Today was an extremely important day for the whole of Soviet Russia, and it was like rushing to the scene to put it on Captain Lin, who came back in a flash.
"There is no need to stay any longer. I need to go back to Long'an."
Lin An shook his head slightly to disperse the wind and snow on his body, and turned back casually.
"Um?"
To be continued...