Xiang Xiaoqiang's head buzzed: He was exposed after all.
The scattered high-ranking officials around him pretended not to care about him, some were reading newspapers, and some were whispering to each other. But Xiang Xiaoqiang clearly felt countless lights, through his eyes and the edges of the newspapers, if
Staring at himself vaguely.
These looks are very complicated, including surprise, jealousy, disdain, embarrassment, indignation, and irresponsibility...
Xu Zhien patted his shoulder, smiled slightly and said:
"Brother, sign it quickly."
Damn it, what does this kid want to do? Put me on the fire and roast me?
However, Xiang Xiaoqiang raised his head and looked at the earnest eyes of the girl with two braids, and thought to himself: I can't let her down.
Come on, isn’t it just a signature of a bird? What’s the big deal! Sign!
For the first time in his life, Xiang Xiaoqiang signed his name on the notebook using the most elegant font: Xiang - Xiao - Qiang.
The girl nodded with a smile, took back the big book, and then handed it to Xu Zhien, her voice sweet and authentic:
"Can you sign my name?"
…
The girl took back the notebook and went to the others.
"Xu...Brother Xu."
"Um?"
"This...what name is this signed?"
"Oh, this," Xu Zhien said nonchalantly, "Sign in."
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"ha?!"
"Yes. Oh, and," Xu Zhien added, "there is a confidentiality agreement at the front of the book. There are many non-unit personnel in the meeting today, so signing it also means that you abide by the confidentiality obligation. Hey, actually this
It's all just a formality to reflect the spirit of constitutionalism. In fact, whether you sign or not must be kept secret. So you can just treat it as a sign-in."
"...Ah, ha...ha, that's it."
Completely speechless.
Looking around again, the high-ranking officials were still reading newspapers and whispering to each other, and no one noticed him.
What are you doing! These "girls" from Dongchang are just signing tickets, and their eyes and voices are so ambiguous that it's hard not to misunderstand them!
But... "embodying the spirit of constitutionalism"? So, now that the Ming Dynasty already has a constitution, is it still a constitutional monarchy? No wonder these factory guards are not as rampant as they thought.
However, the Chinese are always willing to change everything they do. Who knows how far this "constitutional system" can go?
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In the far distance of the city, a big clock somewhere rang "Dang Dang" eight times, faintly drifting into the window.
The big bosses stood up from the sofa one after another, walked to the long table, humiliated each other, made noises, and finally took the initiative to sit down in order of status. The Chinese people's "official status" was fully reflected at this moment.
Xiang Xiaoqiang also wanted to move forward at first, but Xu Zhien held him back and said in a polite voice:
"Brother Xiang, this... our Chinese customs may be different from yours... this, you know, haha..."
After muttering a few words, Xiang Xiaoqiang understood that not everyone could sit in this kind of high-level meeting. People like him and Xu Zhien, who were "attendants", could only wait on the scattered sofas around them. Those who needed them to speak
Only then can we stand up and speak.
Sure enough, the long table with more than 20 seats was full, and there was no seat for them. There were also about a dozen young faces, both men and women, sitting around carefully. There was a small table in the corner.
Sitting there was a girl wearing glasses, probably a stenographer, holding a pen and staring at the paper.
Day, unhappy. Seriously unhappy.
The conference table is almost entirely occupied by men, with only one, two, or three women sitting at the bottom. Hey, one of them is actually Jiang Meilu! She is from the second bureau and is also attending the meeting?
Jiang Meilu raised her head, saw him, nodded immediately, and gave a friendly smile.
At the end of the conference table, a man stood up, cleared his throat, and said loudly:
"Everyone is here. This meeting is chaired by my brother. I believe you all know me, my brother Shen Rongxuan, who is temporarily serving as the factory director of Dongjishi Factory."
As he said this, he bowed to everyone around him. Everyone below him nodded and said "hehe" twice.
Only now could Xiang Xiaoqiang take a closer look at the factory director of Dongchang who had been hiding in the darkness. He was a man in his forties, tall, with a resolute face and a handsome expression. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he glanced around. There is God.
Well, although this factory supervisor does not have the legendary "bastard spirit", he still has a bit of Chen Jialuo's feeling.
However, Xiang Xiaoqiang soon discovered that while Shen Rongxuan was speaking, Jiang Meilu, who was sitting at the far end, was holding a pen and looking at him with both burning and dreaming eyes.
Huh? Xiang Xiaoqiang frowned, could it be that Jiang Meilu had a crush on the factory supervisor?... If it were true, the two of them would be a good match.
Shen Rongxuan continued:
"... Some of you here have met each other, and some have not met each other, so I will introduce you to you... Those attending the meeting tonight are: the royal representatives Wuling Marquis Zhu Houye and Changping Marquis Zheng Houye, diplomats Minister Xu, Minister of Propaganda Zhou, Your Majesty’s Personal Advisor Wu, Master Chang and Master Wang of the Imperial Procuratorate, Vice Minister of the Navy Yang, Vice Minister of the Army Chen, Commander-in-Chief of the Yangtze Fleet, General Xie, Commander of the Submarine Force Chief General Qi, Commander-in-Chief of the Army Aviation General Li, Director Bai of the Army General Staff Intelligence Office (i.e. Jinyiwei), Captain Huang of the Army Aviation Parachute Commando Team, Director Chen of the First Bureau of Dongchang, Director Lu of the Second Bureau, and Tang of the Third Bureau Director, and several other colleagues from the East Factory."
He introduced someone, and there was someone below him who slightly bowed to the left and right. "Several other colleagues in the East Factory" naturally refers to the three ladies at the end, as well as the little shrimps around. After introducing himself, Jiang Meilu quickly ducked away. Shen Rongxuan lowered his head and looked at the notebook, expressionless.
Xiang Xiaoqiang's eyes were opened now. He saw so many important figures in the Ming Dynasty at once. If someone dropped a bomb, they would all be wiped out in one fell swoop.
He originally only knew that this was a high-level meeting, but he did not expect that there would be such a high-level meeting. He was very worried about Qiu Qiu, but he always felt that this was just a kidnapping incident and not a "military event." But looking at this posture, cabinet ministers and royal representatives Now that everyone is here, the Ming Dynasty authorities have definitely treated it as a "military matter."
Xiang Xiaoqiang finally felt a little relieved.
"We are here today," Shen Rongxuan continued, "mainly discussing the following issues:
"First, twelve members of the Ming Dynasty Navy submarine 'Grasshopper' were kidnapped by the puppet Qing Dynasty. What issue might the puppet Qing Dynasty make of them? How should we respond?
"Second, do we want to rescue?
"Third, if it is decided to rescue, how to rescue? Military means or political means? If military means are used, what are the chances of winning? What is the cost? What about political means?
"Fourth, if military means are used, how to control the situation from escalating to triggering a major conflict or even war? How will our eastern neighbor, Japan, react?
"Fifth, if it is decided not to rescue, how will the matter be handled politically?
"Finally, this matter alarmed His Majesty. His Majesty has already asked: Who should be responsible for this matter? Which unit is responsible? So regarding responsibility, we have to discuss Ziwuyinmao.
"The above items are the agenda for tonight's meeting. Of course, the topics are not in order, so everyone here is welcome to speak freely.
"Now, let me first ask Director Chen from Dongchang Bureau 1 to introduce you to the situation we have learned."
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After hearing these topics, Xu Zhien smiled, leaned into Xiang Xiaoqiang's ear and whispered:
"It looks pretty good now. I'll have to slap the table and hit the bench later... The people from the Metropolitan Procuratorate are also here, so it's even more lively... Let's sit further back to avoid being hit by the tea cups."
No way, Xiang Xiaoqiang sweats, after hundreds of years, the Ming Dynasty ministers’ habit of practicing martial arts has not been changed?!
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Two young men rolled out a large white cloth curtain and placed it behind Shen Rongxuan. The factory supervisor made a gesture, and the room suddenly became dark.
"Snapped"!
The slide projector at the other end opened, and Qiu Qiu's large photo appeared on the curtain.
Xiang Xiaoqiang was not prepared at all. Looking at Xiao Nizi's smiling face, his nose suddenly became sore.