Wu Han and Li Zi stared at the pastoral song together. Wu Han felt that Pastoral had done his homework in advance, and he was able to refute every sentence of mine to the fullest; Li Zi was thoughtful and figured out the idea of Pastoral Song little by little: Pastoral insisted on going his own way because he had already straightened out the contradictions and relationships between several leaders, so he was confident that he would preemptively strike and kill Wu Han.

Qin Chong is in the rising period of his career, and he loves his wings very much and attaches great importance to honor, so Pastoral defends the glory of the army and wins Qin Chong's support; the chief of staff is unbridled and heroic, and dares to mess with many things, but he only attaches importance to his personal image, so Pastoral takes defending the trust of the chief of staff as the starting point and wins the support of the chief of staff again; Li Zi is even curious, how will Pastoral win Zhao Lei to stand on his side? Or is it that Zhao Lei already loves Pastoral and does not need to fight for it at all?

Li Zi gazed at the back of the pastoral with great interest, feeling that a wonderful movie was unfolding in front of her. This back once misunderstood her, once made her angry, but as the mystery gradually unraveled, as she got to know him better, Li Zi's attention became more and more focused.

Wu Han was cornered, and for the third time brazenly forcibly changed the topic, and brought out Pan Chen, the hall governor of the Loyalty Assessment Hall of the God of War Temple: "You can pick my thorn well." It's okay for you to slander me, but these two witches of the butterfly clan are not to be transferred by me personally, but by the superintendent of the Loyalty Assessment Hall. In his speech, he pointed out that those who are not of our race will have different hearts, and in order to ensure safety, he took time out of his busy schedule to personally preside over the loyalty assessment of the butterfly people. I have been ordered to transfer these two butterfly witches back to their home planet, not only to ensure your safety, but also to cooperate with the work of the Governor, and in the final analysis, it is for everyone's benefit......"

The more Li Zi listened, the more chilled she became, and she finally realized that no matter how much trouble she had, no one could stop Wu Han from taking away the two butterfly witches. Because Wu Han's words have both the height of security and the depth of interests, seamless and high-sounding, even if he does not hold any documents with administrative effect, Wu Han can do whatever he wants. Because the word "superintendent" is too powerful.

Everyone's heart has the urge to flatter, and everyone hides a servile face under their face, and when this tacit attitude reaches a consensus, everyone will no longer be ashamed of flattery.

Because, Li Zi had already seen a softened smile on Qin Chong's face.

"The hall governor attaches so much importance to our work, so let's follow the ......" Qin Chong couldn't help rubbing his hands when he spoke.

Li Zi found that the utilitarian nature of pastoral poetry was nothing compared to this unprincipled worldliness. Compared with this flattering atmosphere, the power of pastoral is equal to the mantis arm as a car. No matter how hard he tries, he can't compare to Wu Han's words at the bottom of the box.

Just when Li Zi was desperate, Madrigal spoke again.

"Director Wu, you always match the hall governor, he must think you are very capable. Madrigal said earnestly.

"What do you mean?" Wu Han was poked in the lungs, and he jumped like thunder. In front of this simple and easy-to-understand sentence, all of Wu Han's cultivation evaporated in an instant, and he was furious like a lion.

"I mean," Madrigal's hand gradually rested on the handle of the ceremonial knife at his waist, "and you did those things because I was not there. From today onwards, you should stop borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, because the era of taking women as gifts is over!"

"Pastoral!, who are you alluding to outside of your words?" Wu Han shouted hoarsely, pointing at Pastoral, and jumping to look at Qin Chong.

"Pastoral, you're too much in control!" Qin Chong also realized that the big thing was not good, and the dirty water splashed on the hall governor.

"Is it too much? Could it be that we are fighting tirelessly, just to be a turtle with a shrunken head, to be an ostrich that deceives ourselves, and we don't care about anything!!" Pastoral Song clenched the handle of the knife, glanced at Zhao Lei, who was washing her face with tears, and shouted angrily: "Everyone, when you talk about the glory of the army, don't forget your original intention as a man!"

"What is he talking about!" Wu Han jumped while shouting, his face was red, and his voice was hoarse: "His heart can be punished!

"Those are all rumors!Pastoral, just do it!Choose two butterfly women to come out and let the God of War Temple take them away!" Qin Chong stared at the madrigal.

Finally, Wu Han succeeded! Qin Chong, as the head of the battle group, directly gave an order to the madrigal! Will the madrigal obey the order?

Li Zi grabbed the shirt in her heart. She felt her heart pounding, if Madrigal disobeyed, she would admire that upright back, if Madrigal obeyed, she would also be relieved that Madrigal would not be punished more-she finally understood what Madrigal was thinking when she was alone holding the jewel of Butterfly Clothes; she finally understood who Madrigal was protecting when he insisted on disintegrating Wu Han's prestige; when others were still ignorant and drifting with the flow, Madrigal had finished thinking and began to fight against the world!

Just to protect the people entrusted by Dieyi, Pastoral Ge tried his best, he planned a lot, and let go more. After truly understanding the original intention of the pastoral song, Li Zi's complaints and annoyances were all swept away, and only tears of emotion flowed.

In the face of Qin Chong's direct order, Madrigal did not move at all, and his chin was raised a little higher.

"Why do you want to protect two insignificant alien races! What about your overall situation!" Qin Chong felt distressed. He didn't expect that Pastoral would really dare to disobey!

"A gentleman's promise is more important than a thousand jun. What I am defending is the credibility of Zheng Xuan's fleet. This is the big picture in my mind!"

"Aren't they just two women!" Wu Han desperately fanned the flames, and he was only one step away from victory.

Pastoral Ge didn't speak, his gaze crossed Qin Chong, fell on the silent Cui Yongji, and fell on Zhao Lei, whose face trembled. If these two men don't speak, Madrigal will be left alone.

If the victims don't have the courage to come forward, justice will feel powerless.

"Isn't it just two women!" Qin Chong couldn't figure it out, he also had a mistress himself, and he knew that as long as he continued to climb up, the number of mistresses would skyrocket. He didn't understand why Madrigal did this, and if he were himself, he would never give up the beautiful path to promotion for the sake of illusory benevolence and promise.

"Aren't they just two women?" The harsh words repeatedly bombarded Zhao Lei's eardrums, making her bend over and shout in pain: "No, don't give them to Pan Chen!"

"Zhao Lei!" Tang Dawei was shocked, he didn't understand why Zhao Lei was crying.

Qin Chong heard Zhao Lei sobbing, and only then did he wake up like a dream and remember that Zhao Lei was drunk by the hall governor, and suddenly turned back helplessly, trying to explain, but there was no way to speak, so he could only stretch out his hand and be speechless. The chief of staff lowered his head and stuffed a tissue for Zhao Lei, blaming Qin Chong in his heart, but he didn't say anything and remained silent.

Wu Han stared at Zhao Lei gloomily, and warned in an intriguing tone: "Lei Lei, are you going to isolate yourself from Brother Chen? He attaches great importance to you, and your promotion to the deputy director level has only been a matter of the past two years......

The more Tang Wei listened, the more wrong he became, he couldn't help it, he staggered out of the crowd, and asked hoarsely: "Zhao Lei, what's going on? What does Wu Han mean by this?"

Zhao Lei didn't expect Tang Wei to hear the clue, feeling that the sky was falling, thinking "he finally knows", crying more and more. Tang Wei asked stupidly repeatedly, making the chief of staff's face more and more ugly, thinking to himself what kind of garbage these men are, why are these garbage the pillars of the fleet.

At this time, Mu Ge spoke: "Director Wu, forgive me for offending, even if you carry the hall governor and the palace marshal out today, I still have one sentence: witch, you can't take it away, I want to rewrite the rules." When the hall governor asked, you said thank him for his attention, the witch of the butterfly clan is under my control, please don't take away people's love, let alone work for him to preside over any loyalty assessment, if there is a problem with the foreign flag, I will be fully responsible. And Secretary-General Zhao's deputy director-general level will be solved one day, and I will also contribute to it in the future, and I also ask the department governor not to worry about it. ”

Wu Han's eyes widened, and he heard the ambition of the pastoral song.