"Sir, the hat of not supporting the War of Resistance is too big for me to accept. As a person, I am willing to be drafted at any time. But as the head of Tzu Chi, I must first consider the interests of Tzu Chi. There are also many patients who rely on Tzu Chi, sir. ”

"You make excuses, you wait for me......"

"I can wait." Cheng Jingyi made a gesture of invitation and raised her voice: "Xiaomei, send off." ”

The door opened, and Mei entered.

The two red-faced officers walked out of Cheng Jingyi's office, still out of breath. Mei Yanchun sent them out, came back with a frown, and said to Cheng Jingyi, who was writing something, "Dean Cheng, they ...... Will it trouble you? ”

"Not supporting the War of Resistance is a very serious crime, isn't it?" Jing Yi pinched her Parker 51 gold pen and carefully studied her words. Accustomed to writing in English, she suddenly changed to Chinese, and she always felt that her writing was not correct enough.

"Not yet. Don't worry. It is not our turn to bear the charge first. Anita comforted her boss. Her tone was unconsciously lowering. She also knew that Dean Cheng's situation in the hospital was no longer good, and if she had a stalemate with the military again, things would only get worse. Needless to say, whether Tzu Chi can continue to operate, I am afraid that those members of the council will have a reason to oust her from power in the first place, and this is in the fourth war zone under the Tao department......

"Tzu Chi is certainly not the first, and will never be the last, private hospital to refuse the military's request. It's not that we don't support the War of Resistance......" Jingyi put down her pen, "Fighting?" Whether this battle will be fought or how it will be fought is still unknown. On the day the fight really broke out, many of Tzu Chi people volunteered to be military doctors, and I am afraid I would not be able to stop them. ”

Anita Mui didn't understand what Jingyi meant for a while. Jing Yi handed her a stack of beige printed paper to Anita Mui. Anita Mui took it and saw that it was an invitation.

"Deliver it for me. This Sunday night, I'm hosting a feast for them. Jing Yi turned the cap of the pen.

Anita Mui promised to go out.

She looked at these names carefully, except for a few directors of the hospital, who were the wealthy people who had been funding Tzu Chi Hospital for a long time, the rest were either political leaders or big businessmen, and there was only one very surprising - Dunhuang. When Anita Mui saw these three words, she was stunned for a while.

Dean Cheng, how could you invite Dunhuang? The two who came just now were the direct subordinates of Dunhuang.

She muttered for a moment, then knocked on the door and entered.

Cheng Jingyi was on the phone, saw her, and held the microphone.

"Dean Cheng, you don't plan to invite Mr. Du Wenda, are you?" Mui Yanchun asked.

Du Wenda, one of the three giants of Shanghai, praised the achievements of Tzu Chi Hospital in public two days ago. With Du Wenda's status, it is impossible to say such things for no reason, but Jingyi is still cautious and reserved, and the reporter who also came to interview through the wind expressed her gratitude. She didn't say anything rashly.

Jingyi said: "I don't have this plan for the time being. ”

"Can you add one more person to your dinner list? I would like to get you an invitation on my father's behalf. I just don't know......" Anita Mui said with a smile. She's a bit reserved.

"Mr. Mei Mengxian?" Jingyi asked.

Anita Mui pondered for a moment and nodded.

"I'll write it then." Jingyi said solemnly.

"Then I'll go out first." Anita Mui looked happy, and she closed the door.

Jingyi paused for a moment before she said into the microphone, "It's my secretary...... That's right, the two little secretaries who taught you a lesson. She said, changing the microphone to one side, "I'll have the invitation delivered later." Dunhuang, do you really want to come? ”