Chapter Twenty-Three: Letter from an Abominable Woman
"Erlang Zhenjun." Nezha nodded slightly and said hello.
Yang Jian said: "Is there anything unclear about the work of the Ministry of Supervision, or is it a review of me? ”
"Nothing, just a letter from you." Nezha handed over an envelope, the seal clearly opened.
Yang Jian took the letter that had been reviewed for I don't know how many days, and recalled who would still pass a message to him in such an ancient way. He opened the letter, first glanced at the payment, and then raised his eyebrows, revealing a bit of mixed emotions.
Who else could it be? He pursed the corners of his lips in disgust, his gaze slowly moving down from the top of the unfolded letterhead.
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Dear Brother,
It's really gratifying to hear that you've been careless lately, have done some unclear things, and are under severe inspection. I'm sure it's been a long process for you, and I'm relieved to think that my brother has finally been punished.
I warned you not to be an ombudsman, but you have always been stubborn, and now you are to blame.
No one will thank you for your efforts, your immortal position will make you bear double responsibility, as long as you show the slightest suspicion of making mistakes, you who are under your supervision on a daily basis will surely seize the opportunity to fight back, as if you were reveling.
I still don't know what my brother did for this thankless job. Presumably you won't learn any lessons from this blow and treat what I'm saying as nonsense. Then it's up to you.
Considering that the letter is destined to be subject to extremely serious scrutiny, I will not say anything valuable on it.
In case I am bullied by someone because of the bad things I said above, and my brother is lucky enough to prove his innocence and regain his immortal position in the future, please help me deal with it. It's better to plan ahead now and write down the names of the auditors.
Having said that, my brother has been ignoring me for ten years, and I just want to use this letter to show that I am still alive. Of course, ten years is a very short time, and I guess my brother doesn't have time to worry about me.
Or have you been watching me?
I feel very unhappy to think that the person who is peeping at me taking a bath is someone other than my brother.
I'm still wandering around the mortal realm, and the end isn't all bad, all creatures except humans have become interesting.
The southern hemisphere's mountain mantis shrimp is about to enter mating season, a dangerous and interesting time, and I will soon be busy again with observations and records.
It seems that there is nothing to say, and I wish you good health.
Your sister, Yang Chan.
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Yang Jian raised his head expressionlessly, crumpled the letter into a ball, and threw it to the sweeper in the corner, which quickly swallowed it and made a crushing sound.
"Why don't you keep it?" Nezha looked at him puzzled.
"A bunch of nonsense, what is there to keep." Yang Jian said indifferently, thought about it, and asked Nezha again, "Do you have a list of people who reviewed this letter?" ”
"According to the regulations, it can't be given to you."
"Just don't clear it."
Nezha hesitated for a moment, and asked with a slightly red face: "Erlang God, you really saw ...... with a prism?"
"Damn woman, you know someone will believe it!" Yang Jian scolded.
Nezha patted his chest and said, "I will never believe it!" ”
Yang Jian held back his anger and shook his head: "Don't care." Is there anything else to do here besides delivering letters? ”
"Nope."
"Then it's better to play with me, it's too boring to always fight with Tai Bai Xing."
Nezha waved his hand again and again: "No, no, no, I have to go back to the Ministry of Supervision later, so I will take advantage of the rest of these few minutes to deliver a letter on the way." ”
"Oh." Yang Jian uncharacteristically showed a sly smile and asked him, "How does it feel to monitor your own Lao Tzu?" ”
Nezha was silent for a few seconds and smiled, "Very good." ”
The two let out a tacit laugh at the same time. After laughing, Nezha hurriedly said goodbye and left. Yang Jian sat with a cold face for a while, then got up and left.
"By the way, a little advice for your work." Before leaving, he said to Tai Bai Xing, who was nested on the sofa next to him, "The other party has a soul trait parameter that is still in your hands. ”
In another place, the Jade Emperor looked at Yang Jian, who was leaving, from the monitoring screen, and stroked his beard and said, "After wasting so many days, he finally said something valuable." ”
"You think it has something to do with interstellar migration?" Taishang Laojun on the side said, "But there are many people who have the same opinion, which does not mean that Yang Jian has a problem." ”
"Indeed, we don't know the real reason for his opposition to the Near-Earth Great Wall, and he shouldn't say it so easily, at least Tai Bai Xing is not capable of digging up this information." The Jade Emperor said, a flash of worry flashing in his eyes, "Moreover, we are not sure if there will be anyone other than him who may have touched the truth. ”
Taishang Laojun didn't speak, just stared at the blue planet outside the porthole, which occupied seventy percent of the field of vision.
The heavenly palace gradually crossed the boundary between day and night, and the portholes changed color. The waves of photons from the pavement were cut off by the planets and entered into a temporary tranquility. Under the black curtain of the night hemisphere, thousands of spatial beacons shimmer slowly and regularly like breathing at a constant distance.
The Great Wall of Near-Earth, a spectacular and majestic space barrier that could destroy any illegal aircraft in ten seconds, looked so fragile. It is like a thin veil covering the orbit of the planet, as if a solar wind can tear it apart.
However, not only it, but even the huge fireball more than 100 million kilometers away, together with the entire solar system, and even the entire galaxy, are so small and desperately small on a cosmic scale.
A short chime broke the silence, and the Jade Emperor opened the communication channel and gestured to Tai Bai Xing, signaling that he had something to say.
"You should have heard the last words of Jiro Zhenjun." Tai Baixing asked, "Are we considering his proposal?" ”
"This plan was rejected ten days ago."
"Yes. I just think that if we really adopt this plan, can we take the opportunity to observe the reactions of both sides, so as to determine the true position of Jiro Zhenjun? ”
"It's too risky to consider."
"What if we made a change?" Tai Bai Xing pondered for a moment and said what he thought.
The Jade Emperor looked back at Taishang Laojun, who thought for a moment and nodded slightly.
"Let's do it now." Tai Bai Xing paused and asked, "Does this mean that the nature of my work has changed?" ”
"Okay, knowing that you are under a lot of pressure in front of Yang Jian, from now on, he will be told that contact with you is prohibited."
Tai Bai Xing breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Besides, do we need to pay more attention to Yang Chan?" Although the letter she sent has not yet deciphered any special information, Yang Jian's reaction just now was as usual. ”
"Someone will follow suit."
"Understood."
Tai Bai Xing ended the call, and after a moment of silence, he couldn't help but look up and laugh a few times in celebration.
Finally got rid of that emaciating and emaciating play-with mission!
He sat down on the couch, recalling the plan he had just proposed, and began to think about how to implement it effectively. There is no need to contact Yang Jian anymore, but it does not mean that he is relaxed, he wants to devote his time to a meaningful career.
Tai Baixing snapped his fingers, and Ista in a maid costume appeared beside him, drawing a mind map for him according to his words and organizing his thoughts.
Halfway through the work, he suddenly remembered something, frowned and asked, "Ista, you also think Nezha looks like a girl, right?" ”
"Yes."
"That'...... Who am I more like than him? ”
Tai Bai Xing raised his eyes and looked, and Ista actually showed a look of embarrassment: "Master, I'...... Is it possible not to answer this question? ”