Jiang Yan.

When he saw this name, Mo Qing's fingers paused.

Goblin came over and said, "It's strange. I dug through the base information and couldn't find this name. His position, identity, and experience are all blank."

Mo Qing turned another page.

What catches the eye are long paragraphs of text, handwritten.

It's his word.

"This department was established to prevent a future disaster..."

Mo Qing's eyelids jumped when he saw the first sentence.

Her eyes narrowed and she continued to look down.

There are only three pages written full of prophecies.

There is a group of special people hidden in this world. Their appearance is the same as ordinary people, and it is difficult to detect the difference. However, their existence will bring disaster to mankind, and the time point is a hundred years from now.

However, this department was established for this group of people.

In this prophecy, the existence of "Mo Qing" was revealed, without naming her, but named her as a collection of the base, and finally left a tattoo on her ankle for verification.

After Mo Qing finished reading, Goblin raised his eyebrows and asked, "Isn't it mysterious?"

Mo Qing couldn't help but agree: "Mysterious."

"I didn't believe it at first. But the tattoo on your ankle is exactly the same as this..." Goblin clicked on the last picture.

Goblin took a breath: "And this file was read by me ten years ago."

"Um."

"What do you think?" Goblin asked enthusiastically.

"have no idea."

Mo Qing looked normal and put the information into the file.

"Don't you know something about the inside story?" Goblin put his palms on the table, "Don't you know this person named Jiang Yan? Why did he write this, and how did he know about your existence?"

Goblin observed Mo Qing's expression, but didn't notice anything strange at all.

At the end, Goblin spread his hands: "Even if you don't know, aren't you curious?"

Mo Qing lazily said: "Curious."

Goblin: "..."

You are as calm as an old monk who has entered meditation, and there is no trace of curiosity at all!

While he was cursing in his heart, Goblin suddenly noticed that Mo Qing grabbed the file bag and tore it up in three or two strokes.

Mo Qing raised his eyebrows with interest: "I'm very interested in so-called disasters."

"..." Goblin stared, shocked for a long time. It wasn't until Mo Qing threw the portfolio into the trash can that he burst out, "You tore up the portfolio, how can you explain it to the warehouse!"

Mo tilted his head at him: "Can they remember?"

"..."

Goblin's mood fell to the bottom in a second.

Yes.

Everything about the "supernatural department" is unimportant.

In the Eighth Base, the existence of this department is worse than that of two cleaning ladies.

After wandering in his mind, Goblin grasped the key point: "Then you can't tear it apart."

"I'm the minister."

"..."

One sentence left Goblin speechless.

Mo Qing opened the computer and was about to process the files when he saw Goblin still standing there.

She asked: "Is there anything else?"

"Oh, there is one thing." Goblin was reminded by her and remembered, "I heard that two employees are coming to our department. One is Song Yiyuan, you just said it."

"Um."

"They said that the other one was a sick child, and no department was willing to take it, so he was forced to us in the end?" Goblin said with some worry on his face.

It is enough for their department to have Mo Qing to take care of them.

One more...

How does he mess around?

Mo Qing nodded: "Yeah."

Goblin couldn't believe it: "You accept this too?"

Mo Qing asked back: "Otherwise, why do you think I came to Song Yiyuan?"

After a pause for two seconds, Goblin understood: "It's buy one get one free if you share the book!"

"A good deal." Mo Qing opened a new document and just typed two words when he suddenly thought of something, "Have the results of this batch of qualified employees been released?"

"It's out." Goblin clapped his hands, "Song Yiyuan, first overall."

Mo Qing asked: "What is my score in the written test?"

Goblin forgot to take back his smile and was dumbfounded: "You don't know?"

"Forgot to watch."

"Full score! Four hundred points! Unprecedented!" Goblin slammed the table excitedly. "These days, the entire base is discussing whether you cheated. Don't you know?"

"No time for gossip."

"..." Goblin choked, "What are you doing in the office all day these days?"

"Write information."

As Mo Qing spoke, he started typing on the keyboard, telling Goblin to get lost.

*

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Minister Fan came to Director An's office with a sad face and holding Song Yiyuan's files.

"A rare visitor." Director An saw Minister Fan and smiled kindly, "It's rare to see you come to my room."

As she said this, she glanced at the file in Minister Fan's hand: "He is so precious that you should come here specially."

"This is Song Yiyuan's file." Minister Fan pressed a file bag on the table, and then put another file bag aside, "This is the file of Ling...101 Department."

Director An looked at it twice, smiled, and leaned back: "I don't understand, what does this mean?"

"Song Yiyuan's personal resume is thicker than that of Department 101. Putting him in Department 101 is too unfair."

"How can you call him Qu Cai?" Director An said, "Mo Qing, who scored the highest score in the written examination in history, is there. What's more, Mo Qing is also a century-old veteran of our base."

Minister Fan sighed: "People with good fortune can become centenary elders after just one sleep."

Director An stopped joking with him and said: "Mo Qing's existence is indeed special, but I have read all the observation data you submitted. Her danger is almost zero, and her political consciousness is higher than all of you. However, I

I agree with them to move the office to your operations department, but I still hope you and Hoss will keep an eye on it."

"You're right." Minister Fan brought the topic back, "This Song Yiyuan..."

"Where is Song Yiyuan, you can rest assured." Director An picked up Song Yiyuan's file, "Mo Qing promised that if he cannot persuade Song Yiyuan to stay, he will respect Song Yiyuan's choice."

"so."

Minister Fan nodded slightly, his expression relaxed.

Director An picked up a pile of documents on the table and pushed them towards Minister Fan: "Let's take a look."

Minister Fan looked through it and was surprised by the countless applications: "What is this?"

"In just a few days after taking office, Mo Qing has mastered all the rules of the base, including funding applications, welfare applications, privilege applications..." Director An raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, "Hurry up and ask Huss to find something for her to do.

.”

"..."

Minister Fan glanced at these applications, which could be called standard essays, and looked at Director An sympathetically.

At the same time, he was also grateful: Fortunately, he was on the same level as Mo Qing now, otherwise all these troublesome "applications" would have landed on his desk.

*

The original plan was for Song Yiyuan to come to Dongshi City tomorrow.

However, before getting off work that day, Song Yiyuan broke into Mo Qing's office, who had arrived in a hurry.

At that time, Mo Qing was familiar with the backend of the department's newly updated website.
To be continued...