Zhang Muyang was too lazy to take a look at these two little kids.

Although the Special Ninth Bureau is in Yanjing, where every inch of land is valuable, the battlefield is quite large, especially the underground buildings, which is worth half of the Zhang family. After all, it is the country's future violent law enforcement department, so naturally it has its own pomp.

When Dai Changsheng welcomed Zhang Muyang and others into the courtyard of the Special Ninth Bureau, there were already many people standing in the courtyard.

The leading one has a medium figure and a smooth temperament. The top of his head is bald, shiny, with golden-widthed eyes and a smile on his face.

Behind him, three people were dressed in military uniforms and had a cold expression. They looked like they were from the army, and there were two left, one in coarse cloth clothes, and looked like they were dressed as an old farmer. The last one, Zhang Muyang couldn't help but look at him a few more. This man was about 30 years old, with his head and a broad blue Taoist robe, and a long sword on his back. He had a fairy-like appearance and a sense of elegance and outspokenness. These people were probably the chiefs of the Special Ninth Bureau.

As for the others behind these four people, they are all ordinary people, so there is no need to mention them.

When Dai Changsheng saw this scene, his figure paused slightly and thought to himself that Zhang Muyang had a great face. All the directors and deputy directors of the Special Ninth Bureau appeared. But thinking about it, who dares to ignore Zhang Muyang's merits and powers, who can ignore them? Even the boss of the Special Ninth Bureau had to consider it a little. He was about to introduce it, but he heard the bald boss laughing, walked up to look at Zhang Muyang and smiled, "I guess you are Zhang Muyang? It's true that you are a young hero, the pillar of the country. My surname is Wei, just call me Wei Changzheng."

Zhang Muyang raised his eyes and saw the reality of Wei Changzheng. His realm had reached the foundation building. It seemed that he could not underestimate the heroes of the world. This guy should be the famous bald male guard, the king of Hell, who will be the famous future. Although Zhang Muyang had never seen this guy in his previous life, Zhang Muyang was well-known for his great and fierce life.

Now that I saw you, I had another mentality. He also smiled and said, "Director Wei, be polite."

After saying politely and greeting the remaining three deputy directors, Zhang Muyang also knew their identities. The old farmer dressed as Wang Shouze, the head of Quanzhen Sect.

The military-style boss was named Han Ming, who was born in the army. As for the last middle-aged man in Taoism who lit up Zhang Muyang's eyes, he was the head of Longhu Mountain and Zhang Anshi.

Zhang Muyang said intimately: "In addition to Master Wudang Chongxu and Monk Shaolin Fangzheng, they almost all the forces in the world."

Wei Changzheng glanced at everyone and said with a smile: "A few comrades are tired from the journey. You can rest for a while. We will hold the meeting later." Although tomorrow is the official establishment meeting of the Special Ninth Bureau, as leaders, they naturally have to hold a meeting before this. This is a convention.

Zhang Muyang waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's done now."

Regardless of whether he was polite or not, Zhang Muyang didn't want to waste time here. After hearing Zhang Muyang's words, Wei Changzheng nodded when he saw everyone, and agreed with a smile.

Immediately, everyone stepped across a corridor and walked into a single courtyard. There were no rockery objects in the courtyard, only a few bamboos in the corner. There were pine and cypress trees in the courtyard, and there were a stone table under the tree. There were nine stone benches beside the table, which happened to deal with Zhang Muyang and seven people.

They sat in turn, except for the bald SS who sat in the main seat, the other six people were not divided into any high and low seats, and everyone sat at will. Among these people, Monk Fang Zheng and Taoist Master Chongxu did not accept official positions, but instead listened as guest consultants.

These people said it was a meeting, but in fact they were discussing each other, how to act in the future of the 9th Bureau, clarify the scope of responsibilities, and divide the area at the same time. After all, China is too big.

This discussion lasted for three hours. Although there were already some regulations and regulations before, at this point, there were still areas that needed to be revised, and there were also some secret forces fighting.

Zhang Muyang curled his lips, leaning on the stone table, and his soul wandered outside the sky. These had nothing to do with him. He did not want to fight for power and profit, and he was too lazy to participate in the division of power. He only drank fragrant tea, sniffed fragrant fragrance, and thought about who was playing tricks behind his back.

Then Mao Yang should be just a chess piece to test his own power, but he didn't know who could instruct him to move him in his identity.

Just as he was thinking about it, Dai Changsheng gently patted his arm, signaling that everyone had finished discussing it, and simply decided several charters, and also gave him one, the title of Director of the Zhonghai Municipal Branch.

This is not a false position. It goes without saying that China Overseas has the status of China in China. Its political status is second only to Yanjing. Being able to serve as director here is powerful. Zhang Muyang did not expect that he would even lose such a position without saying a word. Although he did not make any money, no one dared to ignore his existence.

Wei Changzheng held a cup of fragrant tea and said with a smile: "Muyang, you are lazy, tell me, do you have any opinions and suggestions for what we just talked about?" This guy has smiled all over his face since he entered the door, which is similar to Maitreya Buddha, but Zhang Muyang knew his evil spirit and murderous intentions, which are comparable to Bai Qi of the ancient times.

He waved his hand and said, "I have no objection to anything else. I just want to find another talent. I can't be the director of the Zhonghai branch." Zhang Muyang was busy practicing, so he didn't have the heart to care about this. Others just think that it was a beauty and a real power. In his eyes, it was like a useless person. It was a pity to abandon it. Just give it to others, so he would save him from it.

Wei Changzheng seemed to have known his thoughts for a long time, and said with a smile: "Muyang, you are so modest. In terms of strength, you are the number one among us. In terms of means, you are the only one in the Zhang family. Who dares to underestimate it? If you still say that you can't be like this, then I really can't figure out who can still be competent." Listening to the bald old words, it seemed that he decided that Zhang Muyang would be the director.

Zhang Muyang shook his head and said, "Director Wei, I think you know that although I am the head of the Zhang family, I never care about the trivial matters at home."

In this way, Wei Changzheng and Zhang Muyang shirked each other a few more words. Wei Changzheng saw that Zhang Muyang really didn't want to serve as the deputy director of Zhonghai City, so he gave up.

With the eyes of everyone's admiration and even respect, Zhang Muyang walked out of the gate of the Special Ninth Bureau and let out a breath. After opening the meeting for several hours, he felt more tiring than practicing. He would rather find someone to fight with him, which would be more comfortable.

After scratching his head, Zhang Muyang thought about finding some reason to leave here. He was too irritable for the meeting. Although Yanjing is good, it is not a place for long-term love. Moreover, the concentration of spiritual energy here is really low, so it is really boring.
Chapter completed!