Jiang Yang asked Megumi Sakurai about some of the more "hot" industries in Venezuela, as well as the prices of various daily necessities and common materials.

Judging from Megumi Sakurai's answer, everything is still normal in Venezuela at present.

Jiang Yang asked very carefully, carefully to the price of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and even filled a black notebook.

What Megumi Sakurai didn't expect was that this person spent two thousand bolívars to buy himself for two hours, just to ask about trivial things, as well as ......

Learn a foreign language.

He asked a lot of common words in daily life and how to say them in the language of Venezuela.

For example: "Hello", "Sorry", "How much", "No problem", etc.

Megumi Sakurai said patiently, and Jiang Yang listened carefully.

Once again, Megumi Sakurai was amazed that this man's memory was too strong.

For unfamiliar vocabulary and grammar, he can always remember it once he listens to it, although the pronunciation is a little stiff, but the pitch and rhythm are mastered perfectly, which does not affect normal communication, communication and expression at all.

In just two hours, Jiang Yang seemed to have endless questions, and kept asking questions.

As an employee, Megumi Sakurai also answered all questions and patiently explained to Jiang Yang one by one.

Jiang Yang kept his promise and only took up two hours of Megumi Sakurai's time.

Two hours later, when the evening came, Jiang Yang locked the door of the courtyard of the bungalow and walked north, and Megumi Sakurai walked south, and the two separated.

When Jiang Yang returned to the office, he found that there was a slight smoke in the room next to the courtyard of the small building.

Bancun squatted at the door, and hurriedly got up after seeing Jiang Yang coming.

"Brother, where have you been, I'm in a hurry."

Jiang Yang patted Ban Cun's shoulder casually: "The wine is sober?" ”

Ban Cun touched the back of his head embarrassedly: "I drank too much yesterday." ”

Jiang Yang nodded slightly and walked straight upstairs.

Go up the stairs on the left, and the second room on the second floor is the second from the right, with the words "deputy director" written on it.

The door was unlocked, and it opened with a push.

The interior was clearly cleaned, the only pieces of furniture were old but clean, the floors had just been cleaned, and the smell of air fresheners could be faintly heard.

The same 20-square-meter room, a small table, a chair, two chairs on the wall, and a window behind the desk, this is Jiang Yang's new office.

Raising his wrist and glancing at the time, it was already 5:50 p.m.

Jiang Yang tidied up the clothes at the neckline and sat upright at the desk.

There was a knock on the door, and when I looked up, I saw Wang Feng and Wu Daohong standing at the door.

"Enter."

Jiang Yang spoke.

The two walked in.

Bancun moved two stools to them, and found that he had nothing to sit on, so he had to stand aside.

Shabby.

After two lifetimes, Jiang Yang felt so shabby for the first time.

"I'll go next door and get some stools."

Seeing this, Wang Feng said, and then quickly walked out of the office, and soon came back with four round stools in both hands and placed them in the empty room.

Jiang Yang took out a pen and wrote something on a piece of paper, without saying a word.

I looked at the time again, and it was already six o'clock.

Wang Feng took out a stack of materials from his bag and gently placed them on the table.

"This is a summary of the office's recent projects, and the technical team asked me to bring it to you."

The information was very thick, and it was protected by plastic film on the outside, so Jiang Yang flipped it over and put it back.

"Just the three of you?"

Jiang Yang leaned back in his chair and looked at the three people with big eyes and small eyes.

Wu Daohong raised his right hand and said softly, "Jiang ...... Director Jiang, I'm an external recruit, or I'll go out first. ”

Jiang Yang smiled: "With me, the deputy director, there are two soldiers in my hands." ”

There were only two soldiers, and one was brought from the country by himself.

"The technical team woke up and went out, saying that there was an exploration mission today. Liu Zhendong's team is directly managed by himself, and does not belong to our diplomatic team. ”

Wang Feng said.

Since the establishment of this office, it seems to be a team, but in fact it is divided into two factions.

One is mainly technical, mainly responsible for the actual problems on the site, solving exploration, testing and improving material reports, including the follow-up if the project is implemented, but also responsible for the operation of the actual factory, which is the responsibility of the director.

The other unit is responsible for diplomacy, communication with Venezuela, formulating project development plans and strategies, putting forward rectification opinions in combination with the policies of the two countries, and can also play a supervisory role in the technical team, which is usually the deputy director.

The technical and diplomatic groups have historically been at odds.

The most fundamental reason for this is that the technical group feels that the diplomatic team has no practical role, except for spending public accounts to support a group of idlers, it is simply a "fake big empty".

In addition, half a year ago, due to the decision-making mistake of the previous deputy director, the personnel of the technical team strayed into a dangerous area to explore, resulting in the loss of the lives of four technicians, which made the old people of the technical group even more hateful to the diplomatic team.

I heard that the previous deputy director knew nothing about oil and had a strong desire for power, so he forcibly ordered the technical team to enter a dangerous situation, which caused irreparable trouble.

It was after that lesson that the technical group and the diplomatic group were completely separated.

Liu Zhendong even proposed to abolish the existence of the diplomatic team, but for various reasons, the above did not agree. Liu Zhendong was not reconciled, saying that it was not impossible to set up a diplomatic group if he had to set up a diplomatic group, but from then on, the technical group was only under his direct leadership, and the diplomatic group had no right to directly order the members of the technical group, otherwise he would give up this mission.

This time, the higher authorities agreed, and a new leader of the diplomatic team was quickly drawn up, and a deputy director was parachuted in.

This person is Boss Jiang.

In the entire office, the diplomatic team basically exists in name only, and Jiang Yang, the deputy director, can be described as a bare-bones commander, who has nothing to do, and even has to face the cold eyes of the entire technical group.

After hearing Wang Feng tell the ins and outs of the office, he finally understood why he was treated like that in the morning.

"The steel plaque on Liu Zhendong's body is the name of the four comrades who were killed, and their dates of birth are engraved on the back, as well as ......"

Wang Feng did not continue.

Jiang Yang understood.

Pi Qing tried his best to deceive himself here, only to find that this place was not only a mess, it could be said that there was no stall, and the business was broken everywhere.

Let's not talk about the unity of the personnel, depending on the conditions of the office, the rats have to wipe their tears when they come.

Maybe this is already a good condition for the public, but in Jiang Yang's opinion, this is indeed too shabby.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and a girl in light-colored jeans and a white shirt appeared at the door.

"Si Mu, the diplomatic team, come to report."