He Zhimeng found that he was embarrassed and offended Zhou Xueli, but did not receive a confession. He fought against Jiang Risheng, not only did he not show up, but he was embarrassed to his grandma's house.

Fortunately, Jiang Risheng didn't blame him, but he just felt that he was too impatient and had done the wrong thing with kindness. Otherwise, he would not be able to stay in the Super High School Branch.

In the evening, He Zhimeng went to Nanxin Mansion alone and admitted his mistake to Wu Shanying. He bowed heavily, and his head was almost stuffed into his crotch: "Mr. Wu Shan, I'm sorry."

Wushan Yingichi said coldly: "If it is helpful, why would I ask you to go to the Super High School Branch?"

He Zhimeng said: "When Jiang Risheng came, he called Zhang Dachuan and told him about Zhou Xueli. Otherwise, I would have enough time for Zhou Xueli to speak."

Wu Shan Yingyi shook his head: "Zhou Xueli is not from Chongqing. Even if he speaks, he is forced."

Zhou Xueli is a cartilage. Being able to hold on for so long means that it may be really wrong. Zhou Xueli also admitted that he received two letters, and the basic information was right and he should not have told any lies.

He Zhimeng said dissatisfiedly: "Mr. Wushan, why do you want to speak for Zhou Xueli?"

Wu Shan Yingyi said: "You really don't have enough evidence. Don't blame Jiang Risheng for this matter. He is better than you. Look, after Zhou Xueli's injury heals, he will never go against him again. Moreover, Zhang Dachuan is also very dissatisfied with him. In the whole incident, you became the target of thousands of people."

He Zhimeng said in surprise: "Me?"

Wu Shan Yingyi said slowly: "From now on, your mission is still to monitor. Don't think about replacing Jiang Risheng, and don't think about holding the power of the special high school branch in your hands. You don't have the ability and are not qualified to lead such a force."

He Zhimeng said dissatisfiedly: "Mr. Wushan, you can't deny my ability just because of one thing."

Wushan Yingyi sighed and said, "I doubt whether you can still gain a foothold in the Super High School Branch. If not, please withdraw it. Let the Chinese people do it themselves, just have some assistants from Yamamotoshiro."

He was very disappointed with He Zhimeng. He just received the letter from Chongqing to Zhou Xueli and decided that Zhou Xueli was a member of Chongqing. It was really reckless.

He Zhimeng said disapprovingly: "He Renchun and Lu Ruiqi obeyed my advice, Xie Jingyu also respected me very much, Song Senmao also gave me some face, Wushan Jun was really worried."

The next day, after He Zhimeng returned to the Super High School Branch, he immediately discovered something abnormal. His office was very deserted, and even people from the Foreign Affairs Department did not come to visit. When he went to other people's offices, he was as evaded as if he saw a ghost.

In desperation, He Zhimeng had to go to Jiang Risheng's office.

He Zhimeng said distressedly: "Risheng, what's wrong? Everyone hid when they see me."

Jiang Risheng did not get up from behind the desk as usual and replied lightly: "If you reported Zhou Xueli, of course others are afraid of you."

He Zhimeng is a good lurker, but that's all.

A good lurker does not mean that he is an excellent agent. He Zhimeng is far from doing things. He has always only known lurking and has no skills to deal with practical problems.

He thought in his mind that he was Japanese, and had a natural sense of superiority, and felt that Chinese people were inferior. No matter what the problem was, he could solve it as soon as he came forward.

He Zhimeng said: "Chongqing wrote a letter to persuade him to surrender, of course he had to report it."

Jiang Risheng sighed: "If there is no complete evidence, you have to report it secretly. Even if there is evidence, you and Zhou Xueli are on the same level. What are you doing when you are the first to be a leader? Those who know think you are helping me, and those who don't know think you want to seize power?"

He Zhimeng shrugged and said helplessly: "Say that, is it my fault?"

Jiang Risheng handed He Zhimeng Genyan and asked casually: "Brother He, have you ever thought about returning to work at the Luyuan Mansion? I think that is your stage. When you come to the Super High School Branch, no one has told me the news."

He Zhimeng glared at Jiang Risheng and said, "Why, do you dislike me?"

Jiang Risheng smiled and said, "I'm just giving you a suggestion. Your ability is very strong. The pool of the ultra-high school branch is too shallow and cannot tolerate your dragon."

His words were half true and half false, but He Zhimeng did not hear the true meaning.

He Zhimeng said seriously: "I just want to prove my ability in the Super High School Branch. I will win every day. Will you still support me?"

Jiang Risheng immediately said: "Of course, I will fully support the work of the Foreign Affairs Department."

His words also have subtexts, and he only supports the work of the "Foreign Affairs Department". He will not support the work that has nothing to do with this.

He Zhimeng laughed and said, "Ri Sheng, I knew you would support me."

He Zhimeng misunderstood. He thought Jiang Risheng was still very interesting. The reason why Jiang Risheng is mediocre and incompetent may be that he cares too much about his face.

The Foreign Affairs Department is actually a liaison, friendship, and secretarial department, responsible for the communication and docking between the UHS and other departments. For example, the UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS and UHS

In order to maintain relationships with brother departments, the Foreign Affairs Department sometimes organizes dance parties or invites people to go to the dance hall to communicate.

Such a department is optional. For example, the secret service team must contact the police branch office and coordinate with the branch office through the Foreign Affairs Department first according to normal procedures, but it is reasonable to contact the branch office directly.

After He Zhimeng returned, he found that the Foreign Affairs Department suddenly became idle. His contact with other departments of the UHSB branch was zero, as if all departments did not need the Foreign Affairs Department to help them coordinate the docking work.

He Zhimeng decided to take the initiative and called Xie Jingyu: "Team leader, let's have a meal together tonight?"

Xie Jingyu said in embarrassment on the other end: "I'm sorry, Chief He, I have a task tonight, I really can't get rid of it. Next time, I'll treat you next time."

He Zhimeng turned to Lu Ruiqi: "Squad Leader Lu, have a drink tonight?"

Lu Ruiqi poured bitterness on the other end of the phone: "Since I discovered that Chongqing wrote to Zhou Xueli, the postal and telecommunications inspection class has been working overtime every day. Not to mention drinking, I don't even have time to drink water."

He Zhimeng looked for He Renchun and Song Senmao again. Everyone was like a promise in advance. Everyone either had an important job and could not escape, or had an appointment with others early. In short, he could not find anyone if he wanted to invite me to drink.

He Zhimeng had already died of socialism in the high school branch. He threw the microphone on the table and leaned decadently on the chair, looking lonely.
Chapter completed!