Song Jianchen was a slightly overweight man. He was sitting there in a suit, looking at Ning Hao with a smile, his small eyes turned into two lines, and he looked very amiable.
He is the kind of nice guy who is easy to talk to at first glance.
But Ning Hao knew how someone who could sit in the position of deputy director of the Armed Forces Bureau could be a harmless and good man.
Hiding a knife behind a smile is the basic skill of this kind of person.
Because she was worried about her son, Chen Miaoyin hurried over from behind. After entering the hall, she first nodded slightly to Song Jianchen, then pushed Ning Hao and urged:
"Hao'er, what are you doing standing still? Thank you Uncle Song for saving your life. Thanks to him today, you can get out of the situation."
Ning Hao came to his senses, stepped forward quickly, took the brewed tea from the servant's hand, bowed personally and brought it to Song Jianchen, then bent down and saluted:
"Thank you Uncle Song for saving your life. Please drink tea, Uncle Song."
Song Jianchen laughed and quickly reached out to support Ning Hao:
"Nephew, you don't have to be polite. Please get up quickly. Based on my friendship with your father, it is my duty to save you. There is no need to take it to heart."
Even so, he still took Ning Hao's tea and took a sip happily.
Ning Zhenxiong had already sat down next to him. When he saw this, he also smiled and said:
"My unfilial son has often caused me trouble, but in the past it was just petty troubles. This time things are indeed a bit out of the ordinary. Without your help, I really have to work hard."
Song Jianchen waved his hand:
"You're welcome, you're welcome. The friendship between you and me, why do you need to say this? If I save my nephew today, I will be in danger tomorrow. It will be the same if you save me again."
Hearing this, Ning Hao felt something in his heart, knowing that the other party was asking for something in return from his father.
Hearing this, Ning Zhenxiong took a sip of tea with a smile and did not answer.
Song Jianchen was not in a hurry and looked at the family of three with his legs crossed.
Finally, it was Chen Miaoyin who broke the silence. She smiled and refilled Song Jianchen's tea herself and said:
"Bureau Song is too outrageous to say this. If the relationship between our two families encounters any difficulties, Zhenxiong will take action even if you don't tell him."
When Song Jianchen heard this, he quickly waved his hands with an evasive look on his face:
"Sister-in-law, you should call me Lao Song or Deputy Director Song. One word more and one word less has a different meaning. It would be bad if someone overhears me."
As he spoke, he deliberately slapped his thigh and sighed:
"You should also know that there are directors in military affairs bureaus all over the country, but here in Dongjiang City, we only have two officers and no chief."
"The position of director of the Dongjiang Military Affairs Bureau has been vacant for ten years."
Chen Miaoyin smiled coquettishly, and then had to agree:
"Yeah, this is really strange."
Song Jianchen glanced at Ning Zhenxiong with a half-smile, and then said:
"Because of this matter, we have no leader in the Dongjiang River. The warriors are in separate formations. The mountains are numerous and complicated. I am very busy dealing with these things every day."
"If it weren't for this, if something happened to my nephew this time, I wouldn't have delayed it for a whole week before I took the time to deal with it. I really have too many things at hand to take care of."
"If this continues, problems will occur sooner or later."
When Ning Hao heard this, he finally couldn't help but ask:
"Why don't we have a director of the Military Affairs Bureau in Dongjiang?"
This was what Song Jianchen was waiting for, and he quickly smiled and said:
"My dear nephew, you don't know something. If you want to become the director of the Military Affairs Bureau, you must meet two conditions."
"First of all, the director of the Military Affairs Bureau must be an employee within the General Chamber of Commerce system; this is very simple. Anyone who can reach this position must be a serious employee."
"The second one is more difficult. It requires the director himself or the people who support the candidates. At least one of them must be a warrior in the Zang-tempering realm, that is, a martial arts master."
"And we in Dongjiang haven't had a martial arts master in nearly ten years."
After hearing this, Ning Hao finally understood, and at the same time, he was a little unbelievable.
It turns out that the Dongjiang Martial Arts Bureau is so miserable that it doesn't even have a martial arts master.
Subconsciously, he asked Song Jianchen:
"Then who is the current director of the Military Affairs Bureau, Zhou Xianzong?"
Upon hearing the three words "Zhou Xianzong", Song Jianchen's smiling face flashed with disgust.
He smiled coldly:
"Zhou Xianzong, like me, is also the deputy director, but now he is acting as the director."
"If the old director hadn't chosen him when he abdicated, would he, Zhou Xianzong, be worthy?"
Ning Hao nodded repeatedly, having a clear understanding of Song Jianchen's purpose here.
Song Jianchen wanted to go further, but Zhou Xianzong was a hurdle he couldn't overcome.
To succeed, he needs extra help.
Thinking of this, Ning Hao subconsciously looked at his father.
Ning Zhenxiong turned his head to look at Song Jianchen and said:
"Zhou Xianzong is indeed unworthy of his position. As acting director for so many years, he failed to unite the warriors in Dongjiang. I don't know how many times he was laughed at behind his back."
"I think you should be better than him as director."
When Song Jianchen heard this, he immediately smiled bitterly:
"You might as well tell Brother Ning that I do have that idea, but unfortunately my qualifications are dull. No matter how hard I practice these years, I have stopped at the early stage of the bone refining realm and have made no further progress."
"If I want to become the director, I can only find a martial arts master as my supporter."
As he said that, he raised his hand to Ning Zhenxiong:
"Brother Ning, your talent is far better than mine, and you are focused on nothing. If anyone else in Dongjiang can step into that realm, I think it must be you."
"So, if you are willing, I will be very grateful if you can help me when you become a master."
"If I could be the director, like what happened to my nephew this time, I would be able to fish him out in minutes."
With the support of the martial arts master, Song Jianchen will fully meet the conditions for promotion to director. By then, no matter how well Zhou Xianzong does, he will have to step aside to make way for someone more worthy.
Ning Zhenxiong looked at Song Jianchen with a half-smile, and suddenly said:
"If that's all you want, I can help you now."
When Song Jianchen heard this, he was stunned and looked at the other party in confusion:
"How to help?"
Ning Zhenxiong didn't answer, just smiled and stretched out his hand to cover the teacup on the table.
His palm was suspended thirty centimeters from the teacup, and his fingers were slightly bent.
The next moment, everyone felt a wave of heart palpitations, and at the same time they felt their shoulders sink, as if there was some invisible force pressing down in the void.
boom.
The teacup on the table suddenly exploded, and the mahogany furniture below also made a heart-wrenching squeaking sound.
Ning Hao immediately took a closer look and suddenly discovered that spider web-like cracks appeared on the furniture.
The next moment, the furniture shattered.
Ning Hao's pupils shrank suddenly and he stood up excitedly:
"Is this... letting your inner strength go out?"
