The president and editor-in-chief of "Crime Fighter" magazine is an old man with a short build and the appearance of a Chinese teacher. He wears a "local support center" hairstyle because he is on the verge of baldness.
Qin Jiandan remembered that the president's surname was Wu, and Ding Ling said on the phone that the president preferred employees to call him "Editor-in-Chief Wu."
Because of the threat from the Nianhui Olive Group, Editor-in-Chief Wu did not let the employees go out for lunch at noon. Instead, he paid for takeout lunches, and everyone gathered around the oval conference table to start work.
There are a total of 20 employees, and there are not enough chairs in the conference room, so the older people sit and the younger people stand. Although it is crowded, it is enjoyable.
"Young Master Qin, you're here so soon? You're welcome from afar, you're welcome from afar... If you don't mind, would you like to have some food with us?"
Editor-in-chief Wu was sitting near the door of the conference table. When he raised his head, he could see Qin Jiandan. Qin Jiandan likes to wear small round sunglasses in the inner city to block his fierce gaze. He also has two bunches of thin white hair behind his ears, making him highly recognizable.
Sitting on the left side of Chief Editor Wu was the driver Wugui driving for Ding Ling. Driver Wugui said slowly:
"Young Master... please... sit... here... here..."
Halfway through his words, the thin middle-aged man on Editor Wu's right gave up his seat to Qin Jiandan. Qin Jiandan was not polite and sat on it.
He took off his sunglasses and put them into the breast pocket of his jacket, trying his best to suppress the "Night Dragon Club's most ferocious" glint in his eyes.
Two guards stood behind Qin Jiandan, observing the people in the conference room with frosty faces.
The other employees were a little nervous. Only Editor-in-Chief Wu, who had seen the world, ate as usual. The turtle driver who failed to give up his seat showed no special reaction. I don’t know if he was brave or slow to react.
He arrived in a hurry and didn't have lunch on the way. Qin Jiandan was indeed a little hungry. At first glance, the food on the conference table was of good quality, mainly meat, mushrooms, eggs and cauliflower. Such ingredients were rare in the outer city.
Editor-in-chief Wu placed a few extra boxes of food in front of Qin Jiandan that he had ordered in advance. Qin Jiandan was not in a hurry to eat, but asked the two guards behind him to each take a portion and eat while standing.
"Young Master, we are not hungry!"
The guard wanted to refuse, but Qin Jiandan snorted and said:
"The growling sound of your stomach is almost deafening to my ears. If you want to eat, let me eat it. How can you work if you don't have a full stomach?"
The guards blushed and picked up the lunch box, put it away carefully, and ate it with the convenience kuaizi handed over by Chief Editor Wu.
Qin Jiandan has always believed that eating is a basic human right, and a leader who does not allow his subordinates to eat is not a good leader. From this perspective, Editor-in-Chief Wu seems to be pretty good.
Various meat and vegetable lunch boxes were scattered on the table. There were still three boxes of rice left. Qin Jiandan picked a box of egg fried rice and ate it with a plastic spoon and other side dishes.
Steel Armor Breathing Method cannot prevent food poisoning, so it is better to be cautious when dining out and eat as little as possible.
"The Night Dragon Society is so powerful in the East City. I didn't expect Young Master Qin to be so close to the people..."
Editor-in-chief Wu did not wipe his mouth after eating, and Qin Jiandan noticed obvious coffee stains on the cuffs of his shirt.
This is a rather unkempt president, and Qin Jiandan doesn't dislike such a person. Zhu Shengzhi dressed himself neatly and energetically, but no matter how clean Zhu Shengzhi's clothes were, how dirty his heart was.
Qin Jiandan finished the egg-fried rice in two or two mouthfuls, rolling up the bright-grained rice grains with his tongue, and tasted a different texture from "vegetable clay artificial rice".
"You can be close to the people just by having a meal? Editor-in-chief Wu, don't joke with me. What will happen to Nian? Apart from breaking your glass, what else have they done?"
The lunch break in the crystal processing factory was short, and Qin Jiandan was also treated inhumanely when he was being trained by his master. Qin Qi's main method of teaching his disciples was to "hold back the force and beat them." Qin Jiandan and Hu Chi could only eat lunch between the beatings. They were covered in bruises while picking up the food, and they just hoped that their senior brothers (junior brothers) could carry it for a while longer.
With such a painful experience, Qin Jiandan can quickly end the meal when the situation requires it. Qin Jiandan can finish the meal that takes Linlin 10 minutes to finish in two bites.
The two guards were not surprised. The magazine employees were dumbfounded by the speed at which the young master of the Night Dragon Club worked. Some of them whispered to their friends that "martial arts masters are like this" and "Saiyans are also common losers."
When Qin Jiandan asked about the destruction of the Nian Society, Chief Editor Wu frowned:
"Currently, only the window in the reception room was broken overnight, but this morning some employees saw strangers wandering downstairs. If we don't agree to Nianhui's conditions, I'm afraid someone will be injured soon."
The turtle driver had finished less than 1/6 of his meal. He slowly raised his left hand that was not holding the tachyon:
"I...saw...two...men...wearing...white eye patches..."
The metabolism of some special Furui people is slower than that of humans, and there is no high period. A chronic person like Wugui will never be able to maintain a high state of mind, at least for the rest of his life.
"Okay, okay." Chief Editor Wu stopped Wu Gui from continuing and wasting time, "Young Master Qin, in short, if "Crime Fighters" doesn't want to succumb to the Nian Society, it will have to rely on the help of the Night Dragon Society."
Qin Jiandan nodded: "That's easy to say. If you report the threats from the Nian Society, I will arrange guards for you."
The two guards behind him were cooking faster, and the young master even mentioned him, but in the end, they couldn't even cook half as fast as the young master. Isn't it so embarrassing?
Editor-in-Chief Wu looked troubled and reached out to comb the head of his head, where the hair was getting thinner:
"I have offended the Nian Association by refusing their request to publish advertisements. If the truth about the "candy mailing" is disclosed again, I will offend my colleagues as well. We would rather spend money in exchange for guard protection, and I hope the young master will understand. "
Qin Jiandan was slightly dissatisfied, but he also understood Chief Editor Wu's difficulties.
The Nianhui Olive Group has been publishing mail-order advertisements for "chewing gum," "strange-flavored candy," and "energy candy" in various magazines and newspapers for a long time, targeting minors in inner cities and selling disguised Dream Pills.
This is a semi-open secret in the publishing industry. Editor-in-chief Wu is not willing to make this money unconscionably, but it does not mean that others are not willing. Once it arouses public outrage in the circle, "Crime Fighters" is bound to be criticized verbally and writtenly, even if the ink against them is bought with dirty money.
"Are you spending money to buy protection..." Qin Jiandan asked the guard behind him on the left who had finished eating first:
"What's your monthly salary?"
The guard bent down and reported a number in his ear. Qin Jiandan said to Chief Editor Wu:
"Give my people double wages, and I will send them over to protect you. But you still have to pay for food and accommodation, and the food standard cannot be worse than today's."
Editor-in-chief Wu did not hear the number reported by the guard, but he agreed:
"Young Master Qin is a cheerful person, so it's a deal! If anyone else needs protection on the way to and from get off work, I will discuss it with the guards in detail, okay?"
"Okay." Qin Jiandan agreed, and then told the guard who had finished eating first:
"You stay here and take care of the whole thing. I'll say hello to Hu Chi and you can ask for people from him. What's your last name?"
The guard was flattered and said: "My surname is Zhao, young master, just call me Xiao Zhao!"
The guard who was eating a little slower regretted it when he saw that Xiao Zhao had become the person in charge of the operation.
It turns out that being slow will affect your promotion! From now on, I have to practice hard every day!
Qin Jiandan finalized the cooperation framework and looked at the employees around the conference table again. They had basically finished their meals at this time and could see their faces more clearly.
In terms of age, there are old, middle-aged and young people, and the ratio of men to women is about 1:1. There are several young women huddled together, who seem to be a small group who likes to gossip. They looked at the guards behind Qin Jiandan and whispered.
Um? Judging from their expressions, they seem to be interested in the guards? The guards were looked down upon by the maids every day at the headquarters, so why did they become so popular when they came to the inner city?
The logic is very simple if you think about it a little.
The maids knew that the guards were lower-level members of the Night Dragon Society, and there were a bunch of small and big cadres above them, and everyone could shout around at the guards. Although the guards were physically strong, they were incomparable compared with Qin Jiandan and Hu Chi.
Distance brings beauty, and female employees of the magazine rarely see strong young men, especially since these two guards are also headquarter guards. They represent the guild's appearance to a certain extent, and their facial features cannot be any different.
Qin Jiandan was unhappy and worried. He warned Xiao Zhao in a low voice:
"You must do your best to protect the safety of magazine employees, but you cannot develop super-friendly relationships with them, especially keep a distance from female employees!"
Xiao Zhao promised: "Don't worry, young master, whoever dares to mess with women in the inner city, I will let him apologize in the palace!"
It's good to show determination in a high-profile manner, but the charge of "fucking with women in the inner city" made Qin Jiandan's face feel hot when he heard it.
Xiao Zhao is a bit too talkative. If I had known earlier, I would have chosen the one who was slow to do the work... But it's too late now. It shouldn't cause any big trouble, right?
At this time, Qin Jiandan went to ask where Ding Ling, whom he had never seen, had gone.
Editor-in-chief Wu stretched his hand outside the conference room:
"Young Master Qin should have seen the reception room when he came in, right? It's the room with two bodyguards standing outside. Ding Ling's mother sent someone to greet her. Ding Ling and the other party have been talking for a while."
Qin Jiandan turned around in his seat and looked through the glass of the conference room to the reception room a little further away.
The door to the reception room was closed, and two bodyguards wearing sunglasses and crisp black suits stood on either side. Qin Jiandan thought they were hired by the magazine itself.
Looking back now, there was a luxury car parked under the magazine building, and there was a bodyguard in a black suit on standby in the car.
"Who did Ding Ling's mother send?" Qin Jiandan asked, "He drives such a good car and brings three arrogant bodyguards with him. He is quite grand!"
The employees all looked at the editor-in-chief. Editor-in-chief Wu lowered his voice and said with disdain:
"Who else could it be? He is Ding Ling's half-brother, "Ding Chun of Science and Technology" who graduated from Huanshicheng University of Technology at the age of only 18! He has never been familiar with Ding Ling. I don't know why he came to see Ding Ling today. "
