The logistics director gritted his teeth and said, "Two thousand soul stones!" Nine turns of the Soul Restoration Grass, and another hundred will be allocated to you. I really can't do any more, just now, the soldiers on the front line already think that I have embezzled the supplies, and I have become a corrupt person with a fat brain! ”

In fact, the logistics director was only in his forties, and his hair was already half gray.

He was skinny and wrinkled, and if you didn't know his identity, you would have thought he was an old farmer from some rural area.

Those demon suppressors who said that he was corrupt and that he was full of fat brains had no idea how difficult it was for this logistics director to sit in this position.

Zong Jingran sighed and said, "Since it was decided from above, I have the right to prioritize the distribution of materials, then there must be a reason for the above." ”

"Director Feng, you just do things according to the regulations, He Wenwu won't come to trouble you."

Director Feng sighed and said, "I'll try my best." The supplies on the front line should not be missing, they are the real main force to resist the evil spirit. ”

After he finished speaking, he added a few lines to the material allocation list, and then handed the document to the assistant next to him.

Zong Jingran looked at him seriously and said, "Believe me, it won't be long before the war will end." ”

She grabbed the briefcase on the table and stepped out.

Director Feng was very depressed.

This sect chief from Kyoto is also in logistics, but his origin is extremely mysterious.

For her sake, the headquarters personally ordered that all supplies provided to her should be given priority.

It is true that in order to meet the supply of materials from the sect director, the headquarters will send an additional batch of materials over every month, but in many cases, the other party asks for more materials than the additional materials allocated by the headquarters.

This part of the vacancy has to be filled by the Evil Destroying Battle Group.

He himself had also reflected this problem above, but the commander of He Wenwu's combat group said that the other party would try to provide whatever materials he needed.

Don't think too much, don't ask too much.

After doing this business for so many years, Director Feng naturally knows the confidentiality regulations.

Therefore, these materials are not said a word, and they are directly allocated.

But with the advent of the war, the soldiers on the front line were also short of supplies, and he had to reduce the amount allocated to the sect leader.

This caused the other party's dissatisfaction.

Director Feng looked at the back of Zong Jingran leaving and sighed, to put it bluntly, the current economy of Middle-earth is far inferior to before.

If it was placed before the Dark Night Age, where would these materials still be used to buckle and rope like this?

After Zong Jingran left, he got into his black car.

After the vehicle left the logistics center, it went directly to the civilian highway outside.

After driving along the highway and two streets, the driver pulled over to a teahouse.

Tea tasting is one of Zong Jingran's few hobbies.

And she is also very sure when she comes to the teahouse, basically every three days.

After arriving at the teahouse, Zong Jingran went alone, and the driver got out of the car, leaned on the side of the car to smoke, and observed the pedestrians coming and going by the way.

Zong Jingran was obviously very familiar with this place, and went directly to the second floor and found a place by the window.

Dr. Tea made tea for her familiarly, and he didn't need Zong Jingran to open his mouth at all.

Zong Jingran has been here for a long time, and they also know that this middle-aged woman with outstanding temperament doesn't like to be noisy, as long as she makes tea quietly.

Time ticked by, and soon the sun was tilting to the west.

It was only at this time that Zong Jingran said softly: "Only when you lose do you know how beautiful you are." ”

"I used to think that after the eternal night, I would never see the sun again."

She took a sip of her teacup, then turned and walked away.

Just as she was leaving, someone next to her suddenly laughed: "The sun is always there, just like civilization." ”

"The difference is just whether you and I can see it."

Zong Jingran turned around and looked at the two folk exorcists in the corner.

One of the exorcists was sitting lazily on the couch, while the other was looking down at a book.

The book he read was an Analect.