The people in the restaurant shouted and went downstairs.

Jiang Yang had just walked out of the office door. From the second floor, he saw several motorcycles gathered not far outside the door. Four or five bald men were sitting on the motorcycles, smoking and talking with their heads down, and looking at the door of the office from time to time.

One glance.

The bald heads seemed to notice that Jiang Yang had discovered them, grinned, turned the accelerator and left.

"Brother, those boys look a bit familiar, don't they?"

Ban Cun stood next to Jiang Yang and muttered.

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

Ban Cun was confused: "What are they doing here?"

Jiang Yang shook his head, looked at the direction they were leaving and said, "I don't know. Anyway, it's not peaceful here. We should be more careful."

"knew."

Ban Cun nodded.

The canteen of the Foreign Affairs Office is quite spacious, with six large round tables. However, after meal time, there were suddenly more people.

Jiang Yang took a quick look and saw that there were at least 40 people eating in the cafeteria alone.

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

Jiang Yang nodded slightly.

The food in the cafeteria is quite good, with Chinese and Venezuelan cuisines, and it is divided into two areas.

The Huaxia District is on the left. Liu Zhendong, the leader, and the people from the technical team are sitting at a round table. A bottle of liquor is opened on the table, and they take a few sips from time to time.

Jiang Yang took a look at the dishes, which included fried shredded pork with green peppers, fried potato slices, shredded green onions and pickles, and a tomato and egg soup.

The dishes in Venezuela are relatively simple. There is a pot of batter that looks like corn, and a pot of dark stuff, which should be beef cooked in curry.

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

When passing by the technical team, I clearly heard someone muttering.

"I really don't understand why the country spends money to support such a bunch of idle people."

Jiang Yang was startled slightly and turned around.

I saw a few people at the round table still immersed in eating, talking and laughing, and occasionally raising glasses to drink.

Just as I turned around and continued walking, the voice came again.

"For diplomacy, we don't even have a say now, and we don't know what kind of diplomacy we are engaged in. I have been here for more than half a year, and I haven't seen the diplomatic team make any contribution to the office." "The people dressed look like dogs, actually.

He's not a wimp, he can't do anything well, he doesn't eat enough, he's just a bunch of parasites."

Jiang Yang stopped again.

Turn back.

I saw Liu Zhendong saying to a man wearing work clothes next to him: "Old Fan, please stop saying a few words."

"Fan Qinghai."

When he heard someone calling his name, the man turned around.

I saw a man in a suit standing behind him holding a dinner plate, looking at him and saying: "Have you put all the skills you have gained in the past few decades into your mouth?"

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

The entire restaurant was a little quiet. They thought it would be enough if they just muttered, but no one expected that the young director who landed in the air would be so serious.

"You don't like me?"

Jiang Yang still held 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 making a sound.

Jiang Yang pushed Fan Qinghai's head with his right hand: "I want to ask you something."

Liu Zhendong stood up to smooth things over: "Old Fan didn't say anything about you. He is usually a talkative person and talks about everything. Don't be as knowledgeable as him."

"Keep your mouth shut when you know you're talking nonsense. If you let me hear your nonsense again, I'll tear your mouth apart. Don't think that you can talk dirty because of your age. Do you hear me clearly?"

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

Fan Qinghai raised his head and glanced at Jiang Yang, and found Ban Cun staring at him, rolling up his sleeves and ready to say hello. He lowered his head and bit the bun again bitterly.

"Speak when you hear it. Are you deaf?"

Jiang Yang stood beside Fan Qinghai, still unwilling to give up.

Liu Zhendong pushed Jiang Yang aside and said: "Okay, okay, there are many external employees here, which makes people see the joke. Xiao Jiang, it's your first day here, don't be like him."

When he reached another table, Jiang Yang put down his plate and looked at Liu Zhendong.

His voice sank: "I don't care whether it's you Liu Zhendong or a veteran who has been here for many years. I hope you all can understand clearly. I'm here to do something, not to watch you act. I

No matter what this office has gone through, or what the grievances and grievances of the technical team and the diplomatic team are, these things have nothing to do with me, I am not interested in it, and I have no time to understand the past of you bunch of trash."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the cafeteria was shocked.

Liu Zhendong's face turned blue and white. Si Mu was even more shocked and stunned, and carefully pulled Jiang Yang's sleeve.

Jiang Yang still stood upright, looking around the cafeteria, and continued: "I won't stay here for too long, and I have no interest in this so-called physique. So what can you say or complain about?

Tell me face to face, don’t disgust me with your yin and yang weirdness.”

"I still say the same thing. Since the diplomatic team exists, there must be a reason for its existence. Your technical team must cooperate unconditionally and must cooperate. If I find someone saying something that is not conducive to unity..."

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

After saying that, he sat down directly, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

Liu Zhendong's face looked a little unsightly, then he raised his hand and said loudly: "Don't even look at it, let's eat, eat!"

People in the cafeteria quickly put their heads down to eat, and no one dared to say anything.

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

At this point, the whole cafeteria was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The dinner ended in this depressing environment.

Si Mu took a bite of the steamed bun, glanced at Jiang Yang, came over and said cautiously: "Third dad, are you going a little too far..."

The sound is very small, like a mosquito.

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

Si Mu sighed helplessly and said in a slightly louder voice: "Third Dad, we have offended so many people when we first came here. Isn't it bad?"

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

Bancun said in a muffled voice: "What's wrong with offending them? My brother is here to help them, not to be angry. This morning I saw that these people were unhappy. They look down on others with dog eyes and are so evil and arrogant. They are used to it.

…”

Jiang Yang finished his meal quickly and put the bowl on the table: "Si Mu will wash the bowl soon."

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

In the small courtyard, Jiang Yang took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and smoked silently while looking at the street outside.
Chapter completed!