The person from the restaurant screamed and went downstairs.

Jiang Yang had just walked out of the office door, and from the second floor, he saw several motorcycles gathered not far from the door, and there were four or five bald men sitting on the motorcycles, bowing their heads to smoke and talking about something, and from time to time they glanced at the door of the office.

The bald heads seemed to notice that Jiang Yang had spotted them, grinned, twisted the throttle and left.

"Brother, those boys look a little familiar?"

Bancun stood next to Jiang Yang and muttered.

Jiang Yang nodded slightly: "Those few people in the bar yesterday." ”

Bancun was puzzled: "What are they doing here?" ”

Jiang Yang shook his head, looked at the direction they left and said, "I don't know, in short, it's not peaceful here, it's always right for us to be careful." ”

"Got it."

Itachi nodded.

The canteen of the Foreign Affairs Office was quite spacious, with six large round tables inside, but when it was time to eat, there were suddenly more people.

Jiang Yang took a look at it, just eating in the cafeteria, let alone 40 people.

Wang Feng explained on the side: "There are actually 21 registered personnel in our office, and there are more than 60 external personnel, just like Wu Daohong, who help us do things, and the office pays them salaries." ”

Jiang Yang nodded slightly.

The food in the canteen is not bad, there are two flavors of Chinese and Venezuelan cuisine, and it is divided into two areas.

Huaxia District was on the left, led by Liu Zhendong and those from the technical group, sitting at a round table at this time, with a bottle of liquor open on the table, and two sips from time to time.

Jiang Yang glanced at the dishes, stir-fried shredded pork with green peppers, stir-fried potato slices, shredded green onions and pickles, and a tomato and egg soup.

The dishes on the Venezuelan side are relatively simple, a pot of paste like corn, and a pot of black things, which should be beef roasted with curry.

Jiang Yang took the plate, beat some of the dishes, took a white-flour steamed bun, and then walked towards an empty round table.

When passing by the technical group, I could clearly hear someone muttering.

"I really don't know what the state is spending money to do to support such a bunch of idlers."

Jiang Yang was slightly stunned and turned around.

I saw that several people at the round table were still eating with their heads buried in their heads, talking and laughing, and sometimes raising their glasses and drinking.

As soon as he turned his head and continued walking, the voice came again.

"Diplomacy, diplomacy, now I don't even have a say, and I don't know what kind of diplomacy to engage in. I have been here for more than half a year, and I have not seen any contribution from this diplomatic team to the office. "The person who wears it looks like a dog, in fact, it's not a wreck, what to do, what to eat, not enough, a bunch of parasites."

Jiang Yang stopped again.

Back.

I saw Liu Zhendong say to a man in work clothes next to him: "Old Fan, don't say a word." ”

"Fan Qinghai."

Hearing his name called, the man turned back.

I saw a man in a suit and leather shoes standing behind him with a dinner plate, looking at him and saying, "Have you gotten all the technology you have in the past few decades?" ”

Faced with Jiang Yang's sudden words, Fan Qinghai was slightly stunned.

The whole restaurant was a little quiet, I thought that muttering would be enough, but everyone didn't expect this airborne young director to be so serious.

"You don't like me?"

Jiang Yang was still holding the dinner plate, walked closer to Fan Qinghai, looked down at him and asked.

Fan Qinghai glanced at Liu Zhendong, lowered his head and took a bite of the steamed bun, without squeaking.

Jiang Yang pushed his right hand on Fan Qinghai's head: "Let me ask you." ”

Liu Zhendong got up and played a round game: "Lao Fan didn't say anything about you, he usually has a broken mouth and says everything, don't be like him." ”

"When you know your mouth is broken, close your mouth. Let me hear your nonsense again, I tore your mouth, don't think that you can keep your mouth dry when you're old, do you hear clearly? ”

Jiang Yang ignored Liu Zhendong and looked down at Fan Qinghai.

Fan Qinghai glanced up at Jiang Yang, and found that Ban Cun was staring, rolling up his sleeves and ready to greet him, and hatefully lowered his head and bit the steamed bun again.

"When you hear it, you speak, are you deaf?"

Jiang Yang stood beside Fan Qinghai, still unrelenting.

Liu Zhendong pushed Jiang Yang to the side, and said: "Okay, okay, there are a lot of external staff here, so that people can see the joke, Xiao Jiang, the first day you come, don't be like him." ”

Until the other table, Jiang Yang put down the plate and looked at Liu Zhendong.

His voice sank: "I don't care if you Liu Zhendong or the old fritter who has been here for many years, I hope you all can hear it clearly to Lao Tzu, I'm here to do things, not to see you acting." I don't care what this office has been through, or what kind of grievances and grievances have been in the technical group, the diplomatic team, these things have nothing to do with me, and I am not interested, let alone have time to learn about the past of your shit. ”

As soon as these words came out, the entire canteen was shocked.

Liu Zhendong's face was blue and white for a while. Si Mu was even more frightened, and carefully pulled Jiang Yang's sleeve.

Jiang Yang still stood straight, his eyes scanned around the cafeteria, and continued: "I won't stay here for too long, and I don't have the slightest interest in this so-called physique. So if you have any words and complaints, you can tell me to my face, don't disgust me with the weird set of yin and yang. ”

"I still say the same thing, since the diplomatic group exists, there must be a reason for its existence, and your technical group must cooperate unconditionally, and must cooperate. If I find anyone who says something that is not conducive to unity......"

Jiang Yang turned his head to look at Fan Qinghai: "I'm not done with him." ”

After that, he sat down directly, picked up his chopsticks and began to eat.

Liu Zhendong's face was a little not good-looking, and then he raised his hand and said loudly: "Don't look at it, don't look at it, eat, eat!" ”

The people in the cafeteria quickly buried their heads in their meals, and no one dared to say anything.

Liu Zhendong looked at Jiang Yang's back, wanted to say something, hesitated for a moment, and returned to another table.

At this point, the entire cafeteria can be heard quietly dropping a needle.

Dinner ended in this oppressive environment.

Si Mu took a bite of the steamed bun, glanced at Jiang Yang, leaned over and said cautiously: "Third Dad, are you a little too ......?"

The sound is very small, like that of a mosquito.

Jiang Yang frowned slightly and looked at Si Mu: "You didn't bring your vocal cords when you lost them in Kyoto?" ”

Si Mu sighed helplessly, and his voice was a little louder: "Third Dad, isn't it good that we offended so many people just after we came here?" ”

Jiang Yang took a sip of soup: "Do you think I won't offend them if I don't say this?" ”

Bancun said in a sullen voice: "What can you do if you offend?" My brother is here to help them, not to be angry. This morning, I saw that these people were unhappy, the dog's eyes looked at people low, yin and yang weird, and gave them the ...... they were used to."

Jiang Yang quickly finished eating and put the bowl on the table: "Si Mu will wash the bowl in a while." ”

Without giving Si Mu a chance to react, Jiang Yang had already walked out of the door of the cafeteria.

In the small courtyard, Jiang Yang took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, looking at the street outside the door and smoking silently.

Liu Zhendong walked behind Jiang Yang and said, "Director Jiang, I want to talk to you." ”