Starry sky, Amber garden.

A spacious desk, a suitable environment, and an incomparable sea view. If there were not those mountains of documents, Nan Xinghun would definitely feel that everything would be much better.

"Nam Yong, do you know? What's the difference between 'Can we be friends?' and 'Can we still be friends?'

Nan Yong has become accustomed to the fact that his young master will suddenly say a few silly words that have no logic or connection. He chews the meat floss cake and continues the work at hand. His job is much simpler, which is to check every Nan Xinghun signature.

Check whether there are other documents inside the document, whether there are any loopholes in Nan Xinghun's signature and date, and other related small details. He said casually: "Master Xinghun, is there any difference between these two sentences?"

Nan Xinghun smiled proudly and said: "Of course, one is the beginning and the other is the end."

Nan Yong laughed along with him. If it were in the past, a small episode in the office would have come to an end.

Unexpectedly, Nan Xinghun suddenly stood up, stared at the documents in front of him, then strode towards the filing cabinet and started looking through it.

Nan Yong asked in confusion: "Master Xinghun, what's wrong?"

Nan Xinghun's voice no longer had the previous coquettishness: "Nanyong, go to Qinglang's office immediately and bring over the arena management documents from the period before he left."

Although many senior officials in Xingqing did not pay much attention to Nan Xinghun, in Nan Yong's view, Master Xinghun's insight and acumen were not inferior to Feng Qinglang's. He quickly stood up and ran to Feng Qinglang's study.

go.

Five minutes later, the originally chaotic desk in front of Nan Xinghun had become orderly. Dozens of documents were neatly arranged on it. Nan Xinghun's eyes swept over the documents one by one and said softly.

: "Nan Yong, during Qinglang's absence, the big guys in the arena are doing some tricks without telling us.

Is this guy Lu Wenjia in charge of things?"

During the daily inspection process, Nan Yong also had the permission to read all management documents. He recalled the relevant information about the arena and said in confusion: "Master Xinghun, why did you say this?"

Nanxing Soul Detective pointed to several places on the desk and said: "First of all, they have frequently transferred the management staff of the arena recently. Even two core staff have been transferred to the Commerce Department and Development Department of Arena External Relations.

Department, but all this information is hidden in weekly reports that are not easy to find..."

Nan Yong smiled bitterly and said: "Master Xinghun, if it is a general transfer of management personnel at the lower level, we will delegate power to the lower level, isn't it?"

Nan Xinghun shook his head and said: "But the timing was wrong. When Qinglang was away, they suddenly transferred so frequently, and nothing major happened in the arena recently. It shouldn't be the time of blood exchange. There are still talents recommended by the arena..."

She clicked on a few more documents and said: "Don't you think that in the past month, the arena has recruited a lot of talents? Could it be that now that Qingliang is gone, the arena has entered a period of talent blowout? Also,

The arena's recent business dinners with other major departments have also increased by at least 80% compared to usual...

Nan Xinghun's fingers moved across the desk, as if she could string together her own clues from the chaotic documents. She said in a deep voice: "Call Jaffier over immediately. Qingliang has not been around recently, so he should be treated as such."

It’s your own vacation, right? You’re too careless. Also, inform Andrews that there may be a mole in our Xingqing.”

Nan Yong said horrified: "Master Xinghun, is such a big move a bit alarmist?"

Nan Xinghun glared at Nan Yong and scolded: "Not at all."

Half an hour later, the administration building next to Xingqing Arena.

Nan Yong held a large stack of documents and followed closely on one side of Nan Xinghun. On the other side of Nan Xinghun, Jaffier was already sweating profusely. He really regarded this past month as his vacation.

When Nan Xinghun threw these documents in his face, even if he usually didn't pay much attention to Nan Xinghun, he could clearly see the contents of these documents, especially the details that Nan Xinghun specially drew out with a red pen. Those contents were easily ignored at ordinary times.

, beads of sweat immediately broke out uncontrollably on his forehead.

Feng Qinglang always said that nothing is perfect in the world, but he always demands that things be as perfect as possible. The big guys in the arena suddenly made so many details so imperfect. It can only be said that they have different intentions, and

His actions are getting bigger and bigger, and he doesn't take the superiors seriously at all. Such behavior is tantamount to rebellion...

As he walked, Jaffier whispered: "Lord Star Soul, no matter what happens, I will definitely stand by your side. I really had no knowledge of this mistake. Lord Star Soul, please understand...

"

Nan Xinghun said calmly: "I know."

"Your Excellency is wise."

"Of course, if you had participated, would you still be the coward you are now?"

The sound of leather boots hitting the mahogany floor echoed throughout the corridor. Nan Xinghun was leading the way, followed by Nan Yong and Jaffier on the left and right. Behind them were Japheir's two beautiful assistants and three of Nan Xinghun's

The close bodyguards, the four elite bodyguards temporarily transferred from Xingqing, were extremely powerful. Their sudden arrival made the entire arena management building uneasy.

The door to the conference room opened in response.

A meeting belonging to the arena management was being held. Seeing the solemn face of Nan Xinghun, many meeting members immediately stood up.

Lu Wenjia, the manager of Xingqing Arena, is also one of the members of Xingqing's council. He is a middle-aged man with a gentle manner and a bookish air. He slowly took off the single-frame glasses on the bridge of his nose, stood up and said with a smile: "Xinghun

Sir, you are here"

Nan Xinghun said: "Lord Wenjia, I informed you in advance that I wanted to talk to you privately. Didn't you receive my notice?"

Lu Wenjia walked towards the door with a smile and said: "My lord Xinghun, please forgive me, today's meeting is to discuss the arena's business plan for the second half of the year, which is more important, and your notice was too hasty. I originally wanted to meet with Xinghun after the meeting.

Let’s talk about it.”

Nan Xinghun finally smiled and said: "Lord Wenjia, since I'm here..." The meaning is most obvious, then you should suspend the meeting and sit down and talk in private.

However, Lu Wenjia seemed unable to hear the overtones, and still smiled calmly and said: "Master Xinghun, please go to the living room on the second floor to sit for a while. After I finish the meeting, I will come over immediately. There are too many of you, so I won't invite you.

"audit"

Nan Xinghun gently clenched his fist and looked at the other party. Lu Wenjia was among the first batch of talents to join Xingqing. I remember that at that time, he was depressed. As a direct descendant of a down-to-earth family, he ended up going into exile overseas and staying in

As an accountant in a merchant navy, I couldn't put my talents to use, and I was always worried about my enemies.

When did he come to kill him and completely cut off the last future of his family? At that time, he personally recruited him and treated him with all his heart. He was not like a superior or a subordinate, but more like a friend. He helped him restore his surname and help him find his way back to exile.

Relatives outside the home, if Xingqing is really divided into factions, I'm afraid these should be regarded as his direct relatives...

However, now, many people slowly stood behind Lu Wenjia, looking at his group with indifferent expressions. This was the clearest position. They supported Lu Wenjia's decision and told him to get out immediately.

Nan Xinghun said bitterly: "Lu Wenjia, can we still be friends?"

Lu Wenjia's smile froze slightly, but quickly returned to normal, and said calmly: "Lord Xinghun, Wenjia has always been your most loyal friend."

As he said this, the footsteps in the corridor behind him sounded again. Compared with the chaos when Nan Xinghun and the others came, the footsteps at this time were much more orderly. A large group of competitive guards lined up, silently surrounding Nan Xinghun and the others.

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Chapter completed!