Wang Jingbo frowned. "Senior doesn't give you much of this medicine. I don't know if he still has it. How about we help you ask?"
Wang Guoyu elbowed Wang Jingbo. "Ajing, don't agree randomly. This medicine must be expensive to make. Even if senior has it, what can we give in exchange for it?"
Zou Zhou smiled, you said this to me. "Everyone must be well aware of the importance the country attaches to this epidemic. Our 11th office has applied for a large amount of funding. As long as your supply is sufficient and your quotation is evaluated to be within the normal range of market conditions, we can accept it."
"Those who need money are us men and women who eat and drink. My senior has become a true immortal. To him, money is just a useless thing." Wang Jingbo first smiled bitterly, and then assumed an impassioned posture. "However, Director Zou, don't worry, this is a national matter. As a member of the Xia Kingdom, I, Wang Jingbo, will go through fire and water without hesitation. Even if it makes my senior angry and kills me, I will risk my life to plead! I, Wang Jingbo, am here I knelt down and died in front of senior, I must get the medicine back."
Wang Jingzhu said nothing and quietly watched his brother's performance. I remember that when my father started the theater troupe with Uncle Sub and Uncle Liu, there was no such thing as Wang Jingbo among the young actors. I didn’t expect that Wang Jingbo would actually get the role.
Ahem...
Zou Zhou: If you don’t say that, I would believe it; if you say that, I really can’t believe it.
However, it is one thing to believe in Wang Jingbo or not. This mission is not to buy the magic medicine, but to express Xia Guo's position.
Today is just a test.
Zou Zhou smiled and said, "I heard that you are purchasing some items. Is there anything you need help from Special 11?"
Wang Jingbo shook his head. "Not yet. The things we want to buy are easily available on the market."
Zou Zhou nodded. "If you have anything you can't do in the future, you can come to me for help. Wang Jingbo, are you interested in joining our Special Affairs Division 11?"
Zou Zhou changed the topic so quickly that Wang Jingbo subconsciously looked at Wang Guoyu: Dad, should I answer this? What do seniors think of Special Affairs Department 11?
Wang Guoyu laughed dryly. "Director Zou, Ah Jing is only a sophomore and a student! His current main task is to study."
Zou Zhou: "It will not hinder his studies. If Wang Jingbo joins Special Affairs Division 11, he will only be responsible for contacting this senior and will not have to worry about other things."
Wang Jingbo: "If I join Special Affairs Division 11, do I need to report to you all the matters of my seniors?"
Without waiting for Zou Zhou to answer, Wang Guoyu waved his hand quickly. "Absolutely not! You can never tell anyone about him without the permission of senior." After saying this, he realized that he was too impatient and could easily reveal that Wang Jingbo was just a puppet.
Wang Jingbo spread his hands. "It seems that I can no longer join the Special Branch 11."
Zou Zhou: "You don't have to answer in a hurry. It's better to go back and ask your senior. This is my contact information. When you want to join us, just call this number. We have no other intentions, just your senior It is too powerful and for national security reasons, we need to determine the position of our predecessors.”
Wang Jingbo took the note handed over by Zou Zhou, carefully put it into his wallet and put it away.
The mysterious department sounds cool. If you join them, is it possible to see bunny-eared girls, vampires or other magical beings?
"Wang Jingbo, it was our 11th department that rescued you today, right?" Zou Zhou smiled and winked at Wang Jingbo.
Wang Jingbo nodded, thought for a while, stood up, and bowed to the people in black. "Thank you very much!"
Zou Zhou looked unhappy and continued to wink at Wang Jingbo and raise his eyebrows. Just bow for saving your life?
Wang Jingbo briefly told the story about how the special task force 11 suddenly came down to save him when he almost had his kidney removed. He took his parents and sister and bowed to the people in black together.
Seeing that Zou Zhou was still dissatisfied, Wang Guoyu said, "It's getting late. Let's have dinner in the restaurant downstairs. I'll treat you."
Zou Zhou stopped pretending. "Wang Jingbo, Du Zhongmin just gave you an intravenous drip, and you used an elixir as a thank you gift. We are so busy in Section 11, so you have to donate at least three pills, right?"
How can anyone force people to donate?
They even force you to donate money in return for your kindness!
Wang Jingbo slapped his forehead in annoyance and put on a smile. "Director Zou, don't be offended by my naivety. I didn't expect this. You are such a fierce spirit. I thought you didn't need medicine."
With that said, Wang Jingbo took a backpack from under the chair and rummaged through his pill bottle.
Zou Zhou changed his serious face. "Comrade Wang Jingbo, I misunderstood. It was Special Affairs Office 11 that saved you, the country. Not me personally. What I meant was that I hope you can donate elixirs to Special Affairs Office 11 and the country!"
Wang Jingbo stopped smiling. I thought I could bribe him and take the opportunity to win over this senior official of the mysterious department, but I didn't expect that he wanted something but didn't want to give me any favors.
Wang Jingbo had already determined in his heart that Zou Zhou was asking for bribes in a high-sounding way, and he slowly took out the pill bottle.
"The leader is right. It's my backward thinking. This is donated to the country, not to you personally."
Zou Zhou didn't care what Wang Jingbo was talking about. When he saw Wang Jingbo tipping the elixir bottle over as if to pour out the elixir, he quickly moved over and spread his palms to receive the elixir.
Wang Jingbo glanced at Zou Zhou with disgust and gave him Du Zhongmin's words. "This is something to take orally! It's so unhygienic to take it with your hands!"
Zou Zhou retracted his hand and turned around to yell at his subordinates. "Hurry up and find something to put it in!"
The people in black looked at each other. They came on a mission, and they didn't mention bringing a bottle or bowl or anything.
The cups in the small conference room were all used to make tea.
Zou Zhou was all smiles. "Brother Ajing, look, there's nothing to repackage this. Why don't you give me the whole bottle. I'll take it back to find something to repackage, and then give it to you..."
Before Zou Zhou finished speaking, he watched Wang Jingbo pull out two napkins from the paper bag on the table and pour a healing pill on the napkin, one bag at a time. "Give!"
Zou Zhou: You are so hygienic!
"Brother Ah Jing, I'll take my leave now. But don't forget to ask your senior if he agrees with you joining us earlier. I hope that we will be lucky enough to become colleagues in the near future."
Zou Zhou walked to the door. As if he suddenly remembered it, he stopped again, turned around, and said very seriously: "My country, Xia, loves peace, but we are not afraid of war! Everyone, there is an old song that sounds good. You can all go Listen. How do you sing that song?"
Zou Zhou asked the man in black guarding the door. The man in black immediately started singing. "When friends come, there is good wine. If the jackal comes, he will be greeted with shotguns. This is a strong motherland. It is where I grew up. In this warm land, there is sunshine of peace everywhere."
