The Mind of Sima Zhao

In short, Qi Yuan took the initiative to step forward and take over the matter as a third party.

The people saw his attitude and believed one after another that the government wanted to resolve the matter just like him.

In fact, they also knew clearly that the government had its own considerations about many things.

But they were afraid that they would be the abandoned party.

Qi Yuan's move was a godsend, proving the government's tolerance for both sides.

Not abandoning any party or giving up any compatriot.

Pointing at the screen, the Director laughed aloud: "Good boy, you helped us a lot as soon as you came."

With Qi Yuan's easy handling as a contrast, the Red Hair Man, a rash youngster, made the Director even more angry.

He didn't have anyone else's ability or brains, he just had a bigger temper than others.

It really was, some people are superior to others, and it's maddening.

A middle-aged woman with a low bun hairstyle walked over: "Indeed, Golden Eyes has also helped us a lot at the Superpower Association."

Also in charge of the logistics of both the Duty Bureau and the Superpower Association, she received the news even faster than the Director.

The person who had just handed the phone to the Director stood silently on the side, lowering his presence to avoid disturbing the communication between the two senior officials.

The middle-aged woman with the low bun adjusted her gold rimmed glasses with one hand: "This is a good opportunity. We can take advantage of this news to stabilize people's emotions as soon as possible."

"There will be backlash if the cake we paint cannot be achieved." The Director reminded.

The middle-aged woman with the low bun understood what the Director meant. The plan was very beautiful, but it might not necessarily be approved.

Allowing ordinary people to enter the integration field would inevitably affect the population. Only sufficient population could give birth to more superhumans.

And it was not easy to reduce superhuman crime by improving superhuman treatment and cracking down on crime at the same time.

Giving less would be better than not giving at all. Giving more would not be easy to provoke the financial department either.

The most critical problem was that giving might not necessarily curb things from happening.

By then, it would not be easy to recover the benefits that had been given out.

However, the middle-aged woman with the low bun still insisted: "The negotiating delegation from Bitfort Country will visit us soon. There is no time to dilly-dally."

Under the premise that the time for the Five Countries Conference had been agreed upon, Bitfort Country had abruptly proposed to come here to learn and exchange after the Shen City incident.

Everyone knows what Sima Zhao's heart desires.

What was even more irritating was that other countries had also proposed the same request one after another.

They said they had long admired Qi Yunzheng and wanted to see their idol.

They really took us for fools.

When he heard this, the Director felt his temples throbbing with pain.

If they want to come, let them come.

The Director breathed out: "Then spread the news first. If it is not approved by the top, just say it is a Bitfort conspiracy."

As he spoke, he pointed his index finger to the ground.

"Bitfort spies learned that Dragon Country was facing a major crisis. In order to better divide the people, they deliberately spread unrealistic rumors to confuse the people. Then they could shift the blame to our Dragon Country's government and say that we exaggerated in order to save face in front of Bitfort Country."

The Director said it all in one breath. The mix of truth and lies sounded quite reasonable when heard at first.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged woman with the low bun couldn't help shaking her head and chuckling: "You old thing, you're still so sly."

The Director also laughed: "Of course. Later, let the Foreign Ministry mock them some more internally and act it out completely."

"Let these dogs try to take advantage of the fire, I'll take the blame."

"Sure." The middle-aged woman with the low bun raised her chin, revealing the same fox smile.

As the Director's partner, after working together for so many years, their tastes matched perfectly with each other.

"By the way." The middle-aged woman with the low bun remembered the original intention of finding the Director: "Didn't you say you couldn't find anyone to join the Dark Nine Seats?"

"What? Do you have any recommendations?"

"Not really. I have an idea that we can look for them from the hermit clans."

The Director's eyebrows moved slightly: "You mean...?"

"Well, those clans that only have the patriarch's superpower recorded, and those that are local tyrants but unrecorded."

It was not that those hidden more deeply could not be found, but that the cost of manpower and time to find them was too high.

As the head of logistics, the middle-aged woman with the low bun had spotted them when she provided information to the Director.

Most of these hermit clans did not live in cities, choosing to live in seclusion instead.

Whether they have superpowers or not, their Duty Bureau could not forcibly issue them superpower certificates.

Visiting them one by one might uncover a jackpot.

"We're already busy enough with the Cleanup Plan. When do we have time for that?" The Director waved his hand.

The middle-aged woman with the low bun glared at him. This old thing was just pretending for whoever saw it: "I'm not talking about you."

The Director quickly agreed: "You're going to visit them yourself? Great!"

The hermit clans were better at Tai Chi than each other, and violated many rules. It would be great to have a scapegoat willing to help.

Speechless, the middle-aged woman with the low bun knew exactly what kind of virtue this guy had.

"Not just me."

"Who else?"

The Director became interested, his neck stretched forward slightly.

"Golden Eyes." The middle-aged woman with the low bun adjusted her slipping glasses again: "If we relax the criteria, he can also be considered half a hermit clan. After the relationship gets better, find an opportunity to let him give a recommendation."

"No, he is not related to that side."

The Director felt that the middle-aged woman with the low bun was daydreaming: "Think about why the Dark Nine Seats exist, don't get the cart before the horse."

"You're right, I'll go myself."

Recruiting talents was also part of logistics. Although the middle-aged woman with the low bun felt that the Director was a dog thing, visiting the hermit clans was also in her plan.

The Director, who had taken advantage of it, smiled smugly. After being glared at by the middle-aged woman with the low bun several times, he found an excuse to slip away.

"It's getting late. I still have Golden Eyes' welcome banquet to prepare for tonight."

......

What Su Ke prepared for them was a standard luxury villa for A-level superhumans.

She sent them to the villa, and reminded Qi Yuan again that there would be a welcome banquet tonight, the location was near his residence.

After sending Su Ke away, Yunyun, who had been holding back all the way, jumped down from Gao Changze's head.

"Wow, it's much bigger than Gao Changze's house."

She shuttled back and forth in the house, full of curiosity.

"Mind your manners, call me brother." Gao Changze said unhappily.

"La la la."

"Don't make noise."

Qi Yuan, who had always been the emperor at home, could not stand the noise made by a naughty child other than his little brother, and immediately warned the black-hearted loli.

"Okay, brother Qi Yuan."

Yunyun hugged her plush bear and obediently shut her mouth.

Gao Changze felt a critical hit.

A few people went upstairs to choose rooms.

"This room is mine. You guys decide the rest by yourselves."

Qi Yuan chose a fully equipped master suite.

The old man chatted happily with Ji Jia, and Ji Jia showed a gradually introverted trend.

Gao Changze finally couldn't resist the black-hearted loli's coquetry and was dragged around by her.

When Yin Qingran passed by Qi Yuan, she whispered: "Thank you. During the time I live here, I will be responsible for the housework."

Qi Yuan did not stand on ceremony and nodded: "Let me know if you need anything."

Everyone is responsible for fighting crime.

"Okay."

Yin Qingran didn't get to the bottom of how Qi Yuan found out. Anyway, since the day Qi Yuan threatened Gao Changze with them, she knew that it was impossible to deceive Qi Yuan.