When the people in the news center left, Gu Sheng called Wu Ximo to come down: "You will each get half of the benefits, and you will be sent home now. Don't mention it to anyone in the bureau. Only the director and us will receive the benefits this time."
Wu Ximobai was very excited: "Captain Gu, you give me things every day, who can resist this? Don't take it anymore, we will send it to your home."
Gu Sheng curled his lips: "I don't like it."
Who doesn't know that good things are good, and adding up a little can make a lot good. Gu Sheng is taking care of his subordinates. And he really doesn't like Jiang Ping, the cause of "sending" these things.
Wu Ximo thought about the glass house he built last night, the exquisite and beautiful tables and chairs, and the fresh snacks in the incubator. These things were indeed not in the eyes of Young Master Gu.
But people have limits, so Wu Ximobai declined again. Gu Sheng accepted two boxes of each item and put them in the trunk for temporary meals. The remaining half of Wu Ximobai's family was sent home immediately.
Wu and Mo's family made another fortune, and something that Young Master Gu didn't like was their fortune.
Red wine, vacuum-packed beef and bread can all be stored for a certain period of time.
Even though the bread was dry, it actually tasted pretty good.
Wu Xi's wife and Mo Bai's mother each cooked a pot of specialty dishes in the afternoon, and asked Wu Xi and Mo Xi to go home again to pick them up and give them to Gu Sheng.
After the three people shared the meal, Mo Bai's happy wailing sounded again in the patrol car: "I'm fat again."
On the lunch table were roast goose, stewed goose, stewed potatoes and radish stew. Yue Feng looked natural, but did not say a word.
Ye Lin thought she had won a great victory, so she suddenly remembered that fighting with the boss was not conducive to unity. For example, would dinner no longer be delicious, and could she go out at night?
The fists of the rescue team cannot be extended when hitting normal people. World Tree Company has complete training on how to deal with survivors.
Not all survivors are grateful, so this is an important lesson.
In the current situation, Yue Feng once again prevented Ye Lin from going out at night, but Ye Lin could not make the first move against him because she knew it was out of concern.
The bottom line is often deep-rooted.
In order not to lose her momentum, Ye Lin did not speak at noon. The excitement brought by the live broadcast at noon and Yue Feng's cooking skills were enough for her to finish lunch with gusto.
What she was thinking about now was that she had woken up from her nap, but should she take another nap and spend the whole afternoon in bed, so that she would not ask for psychological treatment after walking out of the bedroom door.
It's not good for unity, it's not good for unity. Ye Lin made a mental suggestion to herself and curled up lazily.
"Dangdang."
Yue Feng knocked on the door and said in a calm voice: "Come out, it's time for psychological treatment."
Well, the boss refused to let her go, and Ye Lin didn't want to lose the battle.
She picked up three big dolls and squeezed them out. One person and three dolls occupied the entire couch. This has always been Ye Lin's usual position.
Yue Feng was sitting on the side. When he saw Ye Lin sitting down, he pressed his finger on the communicator. A beam of light was projected from the corner of his clothes to the wall above the TV, forming a new screen.
Ye Lin became interested and suddenly forgot that she was still angry with the boss, and asked curiously: "What is this?"
Yue Feng: "Psychotherapy."
Ye Lin took the big doll and pointed it at him, putting a layer of distance between herself and him.
A picture appeared on the screen. It was an empty room with a few tables and chairs. Ye Lin had seen the video of the city's tribunal, so it felt like this was more like a tribunal.
Glancing at Yue Feng, Yue Feng stared straight at the screen.
Well, the sequelae of fighting with the boss, which is not conducive to unity, have officially begun.
Yue Feng suddenly lowered his voice: "They can't see us, but they can hear us."
Ye Lin was slightly comforted, but still dissatisfied. This was not what she wanted to ask.
Where is this?
The answer comes quickly.
The doors on both sides of the room opened, and a group of people, both men and women, came in from the left side; a group of people, both men and women, came in from the right side.
They sat down on the chairs in the middle row and on the chairs on both sides.
The layout of this place is very similar to that of a tribunal. Only a pair of tables and chairs opposite the middle is still empty.
There was a group of people sitting in the middle, and in the middle was an old man with gray hair. He said with a serious expression: "The base tribunal has officially opened. Now please come in, the person being judged, Colonel Atov."
Ye Lin threw the words "sequelae" to the back of her mind, took away the big doll that was covering her face, and said to Yue Feng: "Ah."
"Shh." Yue Feng said.
Ye Lin lowered her voice, lowered her body, and tried her best to speak with her mouth: "Colonel?"
"Today we will decide whether the colonel should fly or not. You and I will listen. Don't talk if you don't think about it." Yue Feng had no choice but to come over and whisper to Ye Lin.
Can you listen to this?
Ye Lin was so elated that she cleared up her old feud with the boss and mouthed: "Thank you."
Yue Feng: "Treat me well and cooperate to the end."
Ye Lin rolled her eyes at him, okay, the boss wouldn't let her go.
The screen moved away, and the front door of a room opened. A shining silver robot walked in, followed by a blond man with blue eyes and a mustache. He looked very impressive and looked very beautiful.
Ye Lin Yanran, this fits her image of a colonel.
Colonel Atov came into the room, looked at the men and women sitting across from him and on both sides, and then looked at the only remaining seat. He walked over and sat down, putting his feet up on the table and shaking his soles towards the others.
A fat man sitting on both sides turned red with anger, stood up and said, "I object."
The robot made a cold voice: "Mr. Andrew, the president of the civil tribunal, the colonel's rest is more important than anything else. The person who has made the greatest contribution to the base at present is my master, Mr. Colonel Atov. Your objection should not be effective."
Andrew: "How presumptuous! I am Andrew, the director of the base tribunal."
Robot: "A single shareholder cannot represent the base, and the tribunal you formed is invalid in a practical sense. Your objection is invalid."
Raising its mechanical eyes and looking at the row of men and women sitting on the row of chairs in the middle, the robot said: "Her Royal Highness Princess Helen of the Board of Directors, His Royal Highness Uncle Richard, and Mr. Arnold. The following shareholders bypassed the board of directors and talked directly to the base director. You also established the base tribunal without the consent of Mr. Base Commander. The tribunal you established is legitimate, but the first ruling was against Colonel Atov, a current hero. I strongly protest your establishment of the tribunal. The motive is just to target the colonel. You want to be the scum of mankind. You have been kindly reminded by Mr. Base Commander to get a safe place, but you have taken all actions against the rescue. I protest against the opening of this tribunal."
Ye Lin listened attentively.
Colonel Atov said lazily: "Don't talk nonsense with them. They are taking up my precious time. If you want to say anything, just say it quickly. Otherwise, I will go back to bed and sleep."
The gray-haired old man sitting in the middle said solemnly: "Colonel, we respect all your honors, but we must correct your dishonorable side. Now we will judge your behavior of throwing shoes and insulting others. There is a video of this ruling. , please sit tight for your image.”
Colonel Atov sat up straight, but his feet continued to hang on the table. He took off one of his shoes and showed it: "Uncle Richard, do you mean this shoe?"
"According to the information submitted, it is the shoe on your left foot."
As soon as he finished speaking, Colonel Atov jumped up and threw the shoe in his hand at him.
Correction of typos.
morning.
Good sleep.
(End of chapter)
