“…… So," Duncan said in a concluding tone, "Qin is now with Elizabeth, leaving me alone with all the day-to-day work. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" He raised his head slightly and looked directly at Lawrence. Fisburn and the extremely dejected-looking gentleman behind him asked in an unquestioning tone, "Do you have any other questions, Mr. Fisborne?" ”

"No, Mr. Sandy."

"Then you can report it to me."

"I'm afraid not, Mr. Sandy." Fisborne turned his head to look at Messerschmitt, who was standing behind him and had been missing for a long time, then turned around and said resolutely: "This matter must be handled by Mr. Qin himself." ”

"What do you mean by 'must be handled by Mr. Qin himself', Mr. Fisborne?" Duncan began to get angry, "I have already said that I am in charge of all the day-to-day work of the company. ”

"Yes, Mr. Sandy. But it's not 'routine'. Fisborne insisted, not giving an inch.

"What do you mean by that?" Anger began to mount, and Duncan raised his voice by two decibels, "Do you think I don't have the right to know about you, or have no authority to deal with it?" ”

Fisburn also accentuated his tone, not flinching. "As a member of the Board, you are certainly entitled to know all the work carried out by the Home Office, Mr. Sandy. But what I'm going to report is very important, and it was personally arranged by Mr. Qin a few months ago, and I think it's more appropriate to report to him first. ”

"But he won't be here before five o'clock in the afternoon, and since you're emphasizing that things are very important, I don't think time should continue to be wasted." Duncan almost shouted, "Mr. Fisborne, I ask you, as a member of the board, to tell me immediately what is going on!" ”

However, the head of the security department still objected. "Forgive me for the opposite, Mr. Sandy. According to the rules set by the company, you can only ask me to report to you on the work of the Ministry of Internal Affairs at a meeting of the board of directors, but this is not the case now. Therefore, I will continue to wait until Mr. Qin appears. ”

"Mr. Fisborn!" Duncan finally became hysterical, so much so that he cried out incoherently, "Do you think I can't fire you now, immediately, immediately?" Just—"

The door was pushed open and Qin Lang's slightly angry "just what" question interrupted his screaming, he raised his head while the other two people also turned their gazes.

Qin Lang was standing at the door of the office, scanning everyone in front of him with a stern look he had never seen before, obviously angered by the quarrel just now. Of course, he was really angry, and it didn't seem to be going well today, and while he was fighting with Elizabeth in the lab for the bomb prize, which would not be awarded for the first time in five years,[Note], Mr. Daubers asked Ms. Nancy to accompany him to the street to pick a suitable storefront.

Because he decided to start his business in London again. Of course, Mr. Daubers was neither idle nor trying to make money—he himself categorically denies both—but he felt that the jewels sold in San Diego, and indeed in all of California, were of no grade and all exuded a vulgar, unfashionable nouveau riche style, and he decided to show the poor Yankee the true aristocratic style......

Although, according to Elizabeth's complaints, the jewels he sold in London were similarly of little class, much less aristocratic.

"He just thinks Americans are hillbillies." That's exactly how she explained it.

Whatever his thoughts, however he may have been, one thing is certain, that Mr. Daubers is making a grossly untimely request; But there is no doubt that, in spite of Elizabeth's reluctance, and though everyone knew that the matter would never end in a few days according to Mr. Daubers's character, she must be with her father, at least to-day.

As a daughter, Elizabeth had to play the role properly.

Of course, since she had left, Qin Lang didn't think there was any need for him to stay in the lab, and he wasn't completely confident in Duncan's ability to do things, so he returned to the company's headquarters - as a result, he had another heated argument and happened to hear Duncan's threat.

Everything was terrible.

Qin Lang did feel very unpleasant.

He took two steps forward into the room, then closed the door to block out all curious eyes. Duncan, who had already succumbed without being blamed, slowly left his chair, while Qin Lang took his place and sat at the back of the desk. Duncan stood in front of him, looking nervous, like a schoolboy who had made a mistake. For a moment, Qin Lang stared directly at Messerschmitt, and then looked away, as if he hadn't seen anything. The eyelids of the former professional spy jumped slightly, but he remained silent.

As Qin Lang slowly looked around the table, a smile as thin as a razor froze on his face. "The members of the board of directors of the company and the head of the security department are arguing fiercely in the office, and the noise is so loud that the whole corridor can be heard, gentlemen, can't you pay a little attention to your image?"

"Of course," he added, not without a sneer, after a pause, "those rooms in the Pentagon are much better soundproofed than in this office, where you can talk with a pistol and no one will notice." ”

Considering the current situation, this already seemed to be the most severe accusation, so Duncan immediately defended himself: "We didn't quarrel, Qin. Me and Mr. Fisborne are just in, huh...... We're just arguing loudly. Then he repeated, "Yes, loud arguments." ”

Fisborne looked at him with a smile and a smile on his face, completely puzzled why he had defended himself in such a clumsy manner. "Loud arguments", probably only a fool would believe this kind of statement - but Qin Lang is not a fool, on the contrary, he is very smart.

Duncan's argument would only have the opposite effect of what he had hoped, and Fisborne's only hope now was that he would not be implicated.

However, the situation was different from what he imagined, Qin Lang did not get angry, although he did accuse Duncan: "Do you think I am a fool, Duncan? ”

"Of course not, Qin." Duncan spread his hands apologetically, "It's just that I can't find any other explanation." ”

"Then don't explain anything." And he really didn't want to hear any explanation, everything was clear, what Fisborne was going to report must have something to do with Mr. Messerschmitt, who had mysteriously disappeared and mysteriously appeared, so he didn't want Duncan to know, but it was simply impossible.

At least after this farce, some secrets could not be kept hidden, or Duncan would be resentful.

For the time being, Qin Lang didn't want a rift among the five board members, and although it was destined to appear, it wasn't the time yet. So he first turned to Fisborne: "It's good practice to stick to the rules, but you'd better be mindful of the way and let go of that overly tough stance, Mr. Fisborn." ”

"I understand, Mr. Qin." Fisborne breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Qin Lang turned to Duncan. "Duncan, don't always threaten senior employees of the company with fires, and don't always give yourself crappy excuses that make you look like a fool."

Duncan shrugged as if there was no logic in the statement. But in fact, he was well aware that he had made two mistakes today and promised in his heart that he would never do it again; He didn't want to let himself fall back when his career was just getting a little better.

Qin Lang was satisfied with his attitude. Now, of course, he could focus all his energy on the gentleman in the office who annoyed him the most. "Oh, Mr. Messerschmitt, I am very glad to see you." He sarcastically said, "It seems that you have completed the task I gave you." ”

However, he miscalculated the situation, and Messerschmitt was not here that he had completed the test, but for other reasons. "I'm sorry, I haven't finished your test yet, Mr. Qin." He announced, but seemed calm, "I'm actually in some trouble. ”

"Trouble?" Qin Lang raised his eyebrows. "As a highly trained spy, what else can trouble you?"

Spy! Duncan was so surprised that he couldn't say anything. He glanced at Fisborne out of the corner of his eye, and now he understood why the head of the security department would refuse to report to him. Spy! In the name of God, what exactly is Qin Lang doing?

But Messerschmitt's identity is not something to be surprised about, and if there is anything that would make one stunned, his experience ...... Or maybe the trouble he was in was.

"I followed my target to San Francisco and was caught by the police." Messerschmitt explains. Of course, it wasn't his fault, not because he was careless enough to arouse the suspicion of Rickman or the police, but that his very German face caused trouble.

A new young policeman, a descendant of French immigrants who had moved from Louisiana, presumably raised by his parents to hate Germans, deliberately caused trouble for Messerschmitt out of this resentment, and found a strange excuse to get him into the police station.

Of course, this kind of thing is nothing to ordinary people, but Messerschmitt is carrying a pistol, forged documents, a picture of Rickman, his schedule, his course of action, and worse, he doesn't have enough money to bribe, so the case is quickly escalated to the point of preparing for murder by the San Francisco police.

So he was sent to prison......

Qin Lang interrupted Messerschmitt. "Wait, how did you get out of prison?"

"I escaped from prison."

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