Dong dong dong——

While Xia Xiu and Tours were talking, there were three knocks on the door. Xia Xiu raised his head slightly, and a glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes. He knew that the person he had ordered Sophia to bring earlier had arrived.

Then, he gave Turs a faint smile.

Tours understood what he meant, and then he wisely stepped aside, folded his hands in front of his chest, and stood quietly on both sides of Xia Xiu together with Secretary-General Pan Xi who was standing aside.

Pansy Jane and Tours, one on the left and one on the right, looked like two door gods.

"Come in."

Xia Xiu said in a calm tone.

As his voice fell, the heavy wooden door was pushed open, and Sophia walked in front, followed by Hart McDowell.

Hart looked a little nervous, but still maintained a trace of calmness and a steady pace.

The two walked into the office one after another. The sunlight poured in from the window and reflected behind them, making the atmosphere of the room more solemn.

Hart slowly raised his head and looked around.

His eyes first fell on the furnishings of this temporary office area.

Although the surrounding area of ​​the office is simple, it is very neat.

The wooden desk has been wiped spotless, several world maps are hung on the wall, and some yellowed historical documents are projected on the virtual screen, showing important regional markers and information.

Then, Hart's eyes fell on Xia Xiu.

The man sitting behind the table had short blond hair and golden eyes that seemed to contain wisdom and calmness that could see through everything, but he was also unusually gentle, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

His hands were folded easily on his abdomen, and he wore a blue ring on his right index finger, which was tapping the back of his hand rhythmically, full of comfort and relaxation.

If he wanted to describe the feeling the blond young man gave him, Hart would associate it with the... sunshine that he often bathed in outside.

This is the director of the administration...

Realizing who the person in front of him was, Hart did not dare to look directly at him too much, fearing that the other person would feel presumptuous.

He quickly retracted his gaze from the blond young man, and then quickly looked at the other two people around him.

On the left side, stood a young woman with a stern face, giving people a feeling that she was not easy to mess with.

On the right side, standing against the wall, was a seemingly young boy. He had a pair of fox ears and his tail hung lazily behind him, swaying slightly with his breathing.

Infected person?

Child?

Hart couldn't help but take another look at Tours.

Turs, on the other hand, showed his big white teeth and smiled at Hart in a very friendly manner, with his tail wagging from side to side.

Sophia led Hart to Xia Xiu, her steps steady and crisp.

After she stood still, she lowered her head and said to Xia Xiu respectfully:

"Your Excellency Abraham, we have been brought here."

Xia Xiu nodded slightly, then adjusted his original lazy posture slightly, leaning forward slightly, looking more focused and serious.

He glanced at Sophia and said in a gentle tone: "Thank you for your hard work, Sophia."

After hearing this, Sophia bowed slightly, turned around and retreated to Hart's side.

Xia Xiu's eyes turned to Hart.

"Sit down, don't be nervous, I don't eat people." He smiled slightly, with a bit of relaxed teasing in his tone.

Although Xia Xiu's tone was friendly, Hart still felt nervous involuntarily.

He lowered his head slightly, with a layer of sweat on his palms, and slowly walked towards the chair in front of him, and then sat down carefully, with a reserved posture and his hands tightly holding his knees, as if he was afraid of being rude.

"Your Excellency... I - I am Hart McDowell," Hart's voice was dry, with obvious awe, "I am a member of the Infected Workers Federation... I am honored to meet you this time,

I……"

He paused and seemed a little embarrassed, as if he was struggling with his words or considering how to express his thoughts.

"We all see the changes you have brought. I am very, very grateful to you and the administration for helping the infected."

Hart finally found some steady words and tried his best to conceal the uneasiness in his heart. His voice was trembling, but his tone was still full of stiffness. He racked his brains and finally thought of what to say next.

"I... hope that we can continue to receive your support and guidance in the future."

"Well, a very formulaic and templated answer, Mr. McDowell." Xia Xiu also deliberately said in a more serious tone.

He still uses the "Terra broadcasting accent", with a deep and powerful voice, and his clear articulation and pronunciation almost seem to come from the radio.

Hearing such a sound, Hart was stunned for a moment.

Xia Xiu looked at his dazed look, with a bit of ridicule in his tone, but there was nothing embarrassing about it:

"Mr. Hart, if you were to prepare a formal speech, this would be an impeccable opening. But here - we don't need to be so formal."

"Relax a little."

Xia Xiu's teasing made Hart feel embarrassed, his face turned slightly red, and his fingers involuntarily rubbed his knees.

He took a deep breath and felt his tense shoulders relax slightly with Xia Xiu's words.

Although he felt that his performance just now was a bit rigid, the blond young man's gentle smile and sense of humor relieved most of the pressure and made him feel slightly relieved.

"Sure enough, the rumors are not credible."

Hart thought to himself, recalling the various descriptions of Xia Xiu in the tabloids.

"Acrimonious", "sinister", "arrogant", "likes to ridicule and humiliate opponents", "full of all kinds of bad taste"...

Those sarcastic adjectives seemed so ridiculous at the moment.

"This lord is nothing like the image depicted in those third-rate tabloids - especially the 'Wand Man's Sundries'. Sure enough, those reports are full of false rumors. Even if the Wand Man is huge, it is

It’s just an exaggerated newspaper, and they are indeed a third-rate newspaper at best.”

As these thoughts flashed through, Hart's nervousness gradually subsided, and his posture became less stiff.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! He finally relaxed a little and was no longer embarrassed.

After relaxing, Hart adjusted his breathing, put his hands on his knees, leaned forward slightly, and asked tentatively:

"What did you want to talk to me about when you came to see me today? Is there anything I can do to help you, or help the Administration?"

He considered every word, his tone full of confusion and questions.

Having said this, he rubbed his hands nervously again and added in a low voice:

"Sofia didn't reveal much, and I really can't think of anything else we infected people, ordinary people, can do for you..."

Hart tried his best to appear less nervous, but the confusion in his tone still revealed his innermost feelings.

He really didn't understand what an infected person's union leader like him could do for the administration that wielded such huge power.

Xia Xiu looked at him with a smile. This time he did not riddle or pretend to be mysterious. He crossed his hands, leaned on the back of the chair, and said with the same gentle expression on his face:

"Don't belittle yourself, Mr. McDowell. Everyone has unique value in this world. Each of us, regardless of identity or ability, is irreplaceable. It is these different forces and different voices that work together to promote

the progress of the world.”

The blond young man's voice was like the spring breeze blowing on his face, carrying a reassuring power.

At least, after hearing this, Hart felt really relieved.

"What you have done for the HIV-infected People's Union is enough to prove your value. And this value is not limited to the work you do, but also lies in your belief and persistence in the future."

Xia Xiu paused, and a hint of encouragement flashed in his eyes, "You represent not only yourself, but the thousands of infected people behind you. Your voices are what we want to hear."

Just when Hart was lost in thought, Xia Xiu casually pulled out a document from the table next to him and handed it to Hart's hand.

He did not continue to talk, but said in a calm tone:

"Look at this."

Hart heard the words and carefully took the document. He glanced at Xia Xiu, with some curiosity in his heart, lowered his head, and his eyes fell on the title of the first page of the document, and the black fonts were printed in his eyes - "All Realms"

Construction Co., Ltd. Opinion Draft".

Hart frowned slightly and looked at the words on the document carefully.

"All Realms Construction Co., Ltd.?" He whispered a few words in the title in confusion, his heart filled with confusion.

Xia Xiu looked at the doubtful expression gradually appearing on Hart's face and smiled softly, as if he had expected such a reaction.

He leaned forward slightly, his voice still gentle, with some kind of power to answer everything.

"This is part of the future isolation zone renovation project and one of the important links in our plan." His tone was calm and organized, clearing up a cloud of confusion for Hart, "We not only need to tear down the isolation wall, but also

Build new homes, schools, and jobs for the infected."

Hart was still a little confused. A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and his eyes wandered back and forth between Xia Xiu and Wen Wen.

Xia Xiu caught this slight change, paused, and then continued:

"In order to achieve these goals, we need more than just manual labor." His tone turned softer. "We need all kinds of talents to participate in the planning, construction, management and maintenance of these future buildings."
To be continued...