The Ninth Secret Bureau

After preliminary observations, Chen Xian probably had a concept of these leaders of the Ningchuan branch.

Director Huo Fatty and Logistic Section Chief Zhao Song will not say anything. They have dealt with Chen Xian before, so Chen Xian still knows them well. The other people... how do you say, they give Chen Xian felt a little unreliable.

Song Jueming is a sloppy and decadent middle-aged uncle. From head to toe, he doesn’t look like a secret bureau officer should be. He looks only better than the tramp on the street, but his personality is good. At least he gave Chen Xian. The impression is that they belong to people who are easier to deal with.

As for Tu Sen, the chief of the Arms Division...He is a person who can bring a great sense of oppression to people.

Of course, this was only one side of him, because Chen Xian quickly discovered the other side of him.

Tu Sen speaks less silently. This is very similar to Chen Xian, but he is different from Chen Xian in that under certain special circumstances, his words will become more special, such as—

"There is so much soot on this table, you can also watch it!" Tu Sen frowned, his tone of voice only reminded Chen Xian of the old lady who often squandered people on TV, and he kept chattering. "I said that the smoking ban will be enforced in the branch, and none of you will listen to it. Look at it... it didn't take long for you to ruin it after it was just renovated!"

Fatty Huo and others: "..."

Tu Sen was still frowning and frowning. It seemed that the more they looked at Fatty Huo, the more they felt uncomfortable. He muttered a few unintelligible words in his mouth, took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, and wiped his face with disgust. The desktop.

He was wiping the table while chattering.

"The director doesn't look like a director, and he doesn't know the leading role of a good starting point. Look at what it looks like when you knock on Erlang's leg. Tell me who dares to believe that you are a soldier from the army."

"And you, Zhao Song, originally I took a high look at you, thinking that you are also a good comrade with principles and rules. I didn't expect that you and Fatty Huo would be broken by him for two days before being together. You were in the game during the day. I’m not going to talk about smoking and drinking here. I heard that you ran out to get massages at night....I’ve got all these things in my notebook. I will tell you the truth when I report back to my superiors."

Fatty Huo and others: "..."

Hearing these words by Tu Sen, Chen Xian had no expression on his face, but his mental activities were extremely active. Especially when he heard Zhao Song and the others ran out for a massage at night, he couldn't help but look at them more.

Perhaps it was Chen Xian's gaze that made them feel more ashamed, and even Zhao Song, who had always been less gentle, couldn't help but took the initiative to speak, with an expression that he wanted to eat people alive.

"I admit smoking, drinking... Is that really alcohol?" Zhao Song stared at Tu Sen fiercely, his teeth were almost broken, "I drink some pineapple beer when I eat. Did you mess with you?"

"My name is Tu, you take responsibility for your words!" Huo Fatty gritted his teeth and swallowed as much swearing as possible. "We did go for a massage at night, but we went to the orthopedic hospital for back treatment. Medical records It's still lying on the bedside table in my living room. Would you like to see it?"

"I'm not watching." Tu Sen continued to wipe the table, without raising his head when speaking, "I don't think you are serious. Going to work is not like going to work. Just look at Song Jueming when he came here wearing slippers. , What kind of style is this!"

As he said, Tu Sen looked at Chen Xian up and down, nodded rarely, showing a fairly satisfied expression.

"Although you are not wearing formal clothes, you look more serious than them."

"Don't tell me if I am wearing a suit?" Zhao Song asked unconvincedly.

"Yes, I have to praise you for this." Tu Sen said fluently, and then raised his finger at the cigarette in Zhao Song's hand. "Look at it. You can wipe the ashes when it falls off the table."

"What am I..." Zhao Song almost lifted the table with anger.

"During work, please correct your attitude. We are not a gangster, and swearing is insulting." Tu Sen reminded quietly, "Since the branch was officially stationed in Ningchuan, the health situation at our level has been very worrying, the main reason is. It still lies with you, I have passed the qi with my superiors, and I will be responsible for all the sanitary inspections on the 65th floor."

"Director Huo, when you go back to the office, please clean up the trash can. By the way, sweep the floor and mop the floor. I will check it later. Section Chief Zhao is okay. I hope you can keep it. As for Section Chief Song. ....."

Tu Sen turned his face and glanced at him, his eyes filled with a sense of threat.

"If you don’t take a shower today, change your clothes, or clean up the room, I will lock you in the living room and take the room with you and use 84 disinfectant to completely sterilize it. If you think I’m joking, you can. Try it."

Fatty Huo and Zhao Song were both dark-faced and did not speak. As for Song Jueming... the moment Tu Sen finished speaking, he ran out of the conference room in a hurry, with tears in the corners of his eyes. Chen Xian could see goosebumps because of the great grievances.

At this time, Chen Xian understood it.

The seriousness and seriousness that Fatty Huo showed before had nothing to do with whether Tu Sen was the leader of the Armed Forces. The reason why they took Tu Sen seriously was just because he was a thing.

"Xiao Chen, please change into your formal attire to come to work tomorrow, and wear casual shoes when you are at home, and yours..."

Listening to Tu Sen's tirelessly muttering, Chen Xian regretted a bit, why didn't he bring the meat saw with him?

Wouldn't it be nice if you brought that murder weapon and slashed Tu Sen directly?

Don't look at him as fierce as a murderer, and talking about it is more annoying than menopausal aunts. The sound of whispering and whispering over and over is like a fly hovering in Chen Xian's ears, and it makes Chen Xian's mind. It's all buzzing.

"Chief Tu, I remember that you have other tasks today?" Fatty Huo took a deep breath, and tried his best to control his tone, with a smile on his face that was more ugly than crying. Don't you go ahead?"

Hearing this, Tu Sen seemed to think of something, and ignored the greetings to the people in the meeting room, and hurriedly opened the door and walked out of the meeting room.

But within two seconds, he turned back again, with no expression on his cold face.

"Open the window to dissipate the smell of smoke. I will ask someone to buy air freshener. If there is still a smell of smoke in the meeting room next time, don't blame me for responding to the superior without mercy."

With a bang, the door closed, leaving the meeting room full of black lines.

"He..." Chen Xian opened his mouth, originally wanting to say something, but felt that it was a bit of suspicion to say these things behind the person's back, so he simply closed his mouth and looked at Fatty Huo without saying a word. .

"This grandson is a mother!" Fatty Huo cursed unceremoniously, and lighted another cigarette, but this time he was a little nervous when smoking, like those students hiding in the toilet smoking, with nervous eyes Involuntarily glanced at the door of the conference room, "Obviously it is an elite in the Armed Forces Department of the General Administration, but it turns out to be more annoying than the logistics department. It is wider than a dog. Even the director of me doesn't take it seriously. It's fucking. ......"

"Swear people, don't take our logistics department." Zhao Song frowned and gave Huo Fatty a bad look. "Besides, the people in our logistics department are not like him. Mom, when did you see me? Did you care about your bad things?"

Chen Xian didn't say a word, watching the excitement without saying a word.

The leaders of the Arms Division, Logistics Division, and Investigation Division have all met...Where are the people in the Detection Division?

Chen Xian picked up the water cup on the table and took a sip of tea, feeling a little curious.

Remember that Fatty Huo was born in the Detection Department. In addition to the identity of the Director, he also serves as the Chief of the Detection Department?

"Xiao Chen, let's go to the cafeteria for a meal later. It's still early. You can go to your office. It's not far away. Get familiar with the future office environment. The ID card is ready for you. Yes, just put it on your desk and ask me if you don’t understand."

"Okay Uncle Huo, then I... the office?" Chen Xian was stunned for a second, looking at Fatty Huo confusedly, "I still have an office?"

"We all have an office, how could you not?" Huo Fatty looked at him more confusedly, "Aren't we talking about it? As long as you join the company and become a regular employee, you can start at the department level. You won't forget it, right? ?"

"Beginning at the division level..." Chen Xian murmured, suddenly realizing that there was indeed such a thing.

"That's right, the department level started." Fatty Huo nodded, "You are the chief of the detection department of our sub-bureau, don't you know this?"