When it comes to misery, Zhijian seems to be quite miserable.

When I first became the patriarch, I not only had to comfort the hawks, but also had to deal with the senior leaders in the village.

When my youngest son was born, I had a headache every day.

He worked diligently for more than 20 years without any complaints.

Even if you are cheated by your own stinky brat, you have to use your back full of heavy loads to fight.

As he was talking, Zhijian suddenly couldn't continue.

Onoki, who was still blowing his nose opposite, was actually playing emotional cards with him.

Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Shin, Hei Jue...

After all, it's not a family yet!

"Tuying, congratulations..." The muscles on Tomoki's face were still beating wildly: "I can't think of anyone more suitable than you for the position of the first Supreme Justice of the Ninja Country."

Onoki, who was like a Sichuan opera, threw the tissues on his hand into the trash can accurately.

He straightened his back and hugged Zhijian with his somewhat slippery hands.

"I really thank you so much, interviewer Chi-Kan."

"You're welcome..." Zhijian, who was sitting on the chair, gritted his teeth and said, "I hope you will make a case impartial and don't lose the big picture because of the small."

"It must be." Onoki, who let go of his hand, raised an eyebrow before leaving.

What he wanted to express was nothing more than that Zhijian was too young to be able to beat him.

"It's really a thief who is old but not dead!"

Zhijian, who was cursing, would have definitely "fighted" with the other party if there weren't other interviewers waiting.

"Next, Kazuhira Nara."

While waiting, he also took a sip of water to moisten his throat.

"Yo, so fast?"

When Lu Jiu came in, the bottle of water had just been put into place.

"Sir, you..."

"Don't you, you are all old acquaintances, just call Uncle Zhijian!"

After sitting down for no reason, Lu Jiu obeyed his meaning politely.

"Oh, my seniority is messy~" Zhijian threw his resume with exaggerated actions: "You kid is my son's disciple, should you call me grandpa?"

"Huh? No!" A glimmer flashed in his confused eyes: "Your father and I are of the same generation, and this title is not right..."

"Are I your grandfather or uncle?"

After a complete set of punches, Lu Jiu's head was already a little dizzy.

How can I get a good interview?

Zhijian also became confused and quickly hit the railway while it was hot: "Forget it, it's better to call each other..."

"You just call me my master and call me uncle in private."

Lu Jiu could not give any comments on such a loss.

Zhijian, who pretended to read the resume, couldn't help but secretly praised his performance in his heart.

If you want to take a position as a think tank, you must know what the other party is thinking.

Unlike the Justice of Onoki, Kaoru understood what he was thinking.

"Lu Jiu, do you want to know your written test results?"

"Uncle Zhijian, many points are destined, and it will be no good for me to know in advance."

With such a calm personality, Zhijian decided to make the next move.

"It's not that uncle said you, but this result..." He shook his head slightly: "Uncle just turned a blind eye."

Lu Jiu, who was deeply frowning, could be 100% sure of his achievements, and he would definitely not be much worse.

According to his teacher's personality, the questions on the test paper were obviously taken out in advance as an exam to save time.

Why does the interviewer of the government affairs department look quite unreliable?

Nepotism? Possible.

Trouble interviewers? More likely.

Lu Jiu, who has a calm personality, was peeling off his mind little by little.

"Uncle Zhijian, the Tuying who just left, should have passed the interview, right?"

"Yes." Zhijian, with a clear expression, leaned forward with a smile: "He used three methods of bribery. Do you know what they all?"

Lu Jiu, who had lowered his head and thought for a moment, suddenly remembered when he entered the door.

According to the normal interview process, even close acquaintances cannot be so blatant.

"A such a rhythm..."

He narrowed his eyes and slowly raised his head: "Interviewer Zhijian, you can't accept a bribe."

"Oh? Why?" Chikin leaned back on his chair.

"This country is formed, and the teacher takes the lead first..."

"If I wasn't wrong, you'd already known many years ago."

Lu Jiu paused and restrained his expression on his face: "The daily life of government affairs personnel is either being scolded or being scolded..."

"The reason you appeared here should be a secondary screening, right?"

Zhijian, who was smiling but speechless, stretched out his hands and patted him lightly.

"It makes sense, then do you think uncle, why don't you make things difficult for you?"

Lu Jiu smiled confidently: "Because I want to interview for a position, think tank."

Analyzing the domestic and international situation, giving timely guesses of various possibilities, and thinking tanks that have the best solutions, need to have a keen sense of smell, whether it is for people or things.

The results on paper are always on paper.

"Papapapa..." With even more warm applause, it was Zhijian's sincerely relieved face: "Congratulations, Lu Jiu."

"I have to thank you, Uncle Zhijian."

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, and returned to the relaxed atmosphere at the beginning.

...

Another disciple of Shin, Hiichi, was watching Fugaki's aggressive Sharingan.

"Tell me, Yamazu Haiyi..."

"Why, you have to work in the Central Intelligence Department?"

Hai Yi, who raised his head and chest, stood up straight from the chair.

"Report to the interviewer, my greatest wish is to protect the peace of the whole world in secret..."

"Even if I don't speak very much and have a little introverted personality, I never thought of giving up!"

Fugaki's eyes were still fierce: "If you have ideals, you will not succeed."

"That's right." Hai Yi seemed to be unable to feel the gaze of those eyes: "Even if the ninja has already entered the light, the people of the CIA should not relax their vigilance..."

"Methods can be adapted, but their responsibilities are destined to live in the shadows..."

He was passionate and pressed his right fist against his heart: "Under the constraints of the rules, I will do my best!"

Fugaki, whose eyes gradually softened, got up and came to him and stretched out his hand: "Haiyi, welcome to join the CIA."

"Don't ask who the director is, nor who your boss is, because even me..."

He chuckled and looked out the window with a pointing point: "I don't even know how many members of this department are."

"Hey? Are you not an interviewer?"

“I’m just one of them.”

Hai swallowed, unable to believe the mystery of this department.

"Is it possible that Yunyin's tee and Wuyin's lin are..."

"I don't know." Fugao, who shook his head, smiled mysteriously: "Maybe this director will always be a mystery?"

Hai Yi understood.

Maybe there has never been a director, or maybe anyone may be the director.

I'm afraid there are hidden colleagues among relatives and friends.

The confidentiality of the CIA is even more terrifying than its old roots.
Chapter completed!