Chapter 549

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Two hours, and one could get from outside the city to inside the city, let alone Minister Sir living in the Ministry/Commission compound.

Actually, after waiting thirty minutes without seeing anyone, Chen Yi had already guessed the situation and was treating the reception room as his office, busying himself with his own affairs.

7:59.

Minister Sir appeared right on time.

Not a minute more, not a minute less, ensuring he wasn't late, ensuring the target was thoroughly stewed.

Chen Yi calmly stood up, nodded at him, and said nothing.

Face to face, Minister Sir laughed unusually warmly: "Chen Yi, right? Sorry to keep you waiting, didn't expect you to come so early."

He seemed like he was just coming to work at the Ministry/Commission and had run into Chen Yi.

"Waited two hours, that's all." Chen Yi told the truth, like a young man who completely didn't know how to say "just arrived."

"Offended. Sorry then." Minister Sir felt quite uncomfortable inside. There were dozens of young people in their thirties in the department who didn't dare breathe loudly in front of him; did this guy, relying on the Chen Family's background, dare to disrespect him?

Of course, if it weren't for Committee Member Sima's request, he wouldn't have answered the phone and still not come. The former didn't want the Chen Family to meddle in the Construction Ministry's territory, and Minister Sir naturally didn't want them to get a foot in the door either. Given the matter of status, Minister Sir, who usually commanded from behind the scenes, had to suit up and take the field, finding a good opportunity to warn Chen Yi.

For him, this was a pretty good opportunity.

Because Chen Yi had arrived early, not because he was late.

Although the effect was the same, in the eyes of onlookers, it was completely different. If Chen Yi exploded like a self-important rich kid, Minister Sir would first stand on the moral high ground—he certainly wasn't late, and senior state cadres weren't anyone's household slaves, so what reason was there to let someone give up rest to serve you?

Of course, whether they were household slaves in private, and whose household slaves they were, didn't need to be placed under the public's eyelids to invite trouble.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Yi revealed a slight smile and said: "It's fine."

Minister Sir laughed, both regretful and relieved.

If possible, he naturally didn't want to offend the Chen Family, but he couldn't be a fence-sitter either.

Two guys with a thirty-year age gap looked at each other, appearing friendly yet seeming hostile.

"Chen Yi, let's talk in the inner office."

"I still have some work, not in a hurry." Chen Yi instead sat on the sofa in the reception room, at the front end of the tea table where he had piled a large number of documents, his smile unchanged yet keeping people a thousand miles away.

Minister Sir revealed a sarcastic smile and said: "Sure enough, a young hero, work is most important, then you go ahead and busy yourself."

He turned back into the spacious office, immediately called the secretary, and instructed: "You watch outside, see what tricks he's playing, make sure the tea water supply is sufficient, and don't listen to any other orders, understand?"

"Yes." The secretary placed the just-brewed tea on the table and smiled: "Probably a young man sulking, I'll call two people over to watch him, nothing will happen."

"Right, nothing can happen, if he wants to vent, let him smash things." Minister Sir grabbed the teapot and gulped down a mouthful of water.

"You can rest assured."

"If he wants to see me, don't delay, just let him in." Minister Sir thought it over, found nothing missing, picked up the phone and dialed.

The secretary, knowing the situation, left.

Inside the reception room, Chen Yi had actually started seriously reviewing documents. The secretary imitated Minister Sir's expression, secretly sneering, thinking: What's the use of that. Even if you wear out the reception room seat, no one will sympathize with you.

Thought so, but when he went out to call people, he was still very careful, calling Minister Sir's driver and another familiar security captain, the three of them secretly putting on stab-proof vests and running back.

Back in Minister Sir's reception room, well, two well-dressed scholar-looking guys were already sitting there, talking animatedly with Chen Yi.

The secretary immediately perked up, picked up the hot water canteen and ran over, taking advantage of a lull in their conversation, as if asking casually, said: "Which unit are you two from, are you looking for Minister Sir?"

"I'm Wen Yongfeng from the Architectural Science Academy."

"I'm Wang Dunren from the Xijing Design Institute."

Both answered very quickly, obviously unable to understand the mood of the Construction Ministry minister separated by a wall.

"Drink tea, please drink tea." The secretary smiled and turned out the door, then circled through the small conference room behind into Minister Sir's office, and told Minister Sir about the two men.

Minister Sir thought it over very rationally, then said in a contemptuous tone: "He doesn't know where he wants to build a wharf, and wants us to provide people and labor. Building a port is the Transportation Ministry's business, what does it have to do with us, nothing more than borrowing a hen to lay eggs."

After finishing his statement, he lowered his head to look at documents and said: "You go find Old Fan from the Planning Ministry."

"Okay." The secretary naturally still took the detour through the small conference room, on the way still thinking about how to explain the situation without leaking the news.

The secretary directly dialed the mobile phone, but the voice came from the other side.

This was certainly not good news.

On the other side was precisely the reception room where Chen Yi was.

The secretary quickly pressed the hang-up button, ran forward, stopped in front of the reception room, caught his breath to even out his breathing, then reappeared and smiled: "Director Fan is here? I was just about to look for you."

"Secretary Shi." Director Fan bowed slightly, his face turned toward Chen Yi.

He hadn't received Committee Member Sima's instructions, so how could he dare to be the slightest bit negligent toward the Chen Family, the recent wind and cloud of Xijing?

Chen Yi, however, had no time to pay attention to that secretary, spreading out a map of the West Continent and said: "I want to dig a waterway here, all built into wharves capable of mooring hundred-thousand-ton giant ships. Researcher Wen and Engineer Wang have already seen it, construction is no problem, but it requires a large number of design personnel to tackle the technical difficulties. I remember, your department's subordinate institutes have quite a few talents..."

The width of a wharf and the width of a canal are completely different.

Besides Chen Yi, who would build a ten-kilometer-long inland river wharf?

The secretary stood beside with wide eyes listening, soon thinking of a rumor.

He didn't dare delay any longer, smiling as he poured tea for Director Fan, then ran back through the small conference room into Minister Sir's office, pointing to the other side of the door, thinking himself safe as he said: "Minister Sir, Chen Yi has already called Director Fan of the Planning Ministry over. From what I hear, the wharf he wants to build seems not to be in our Domestic territory."

Minister Sir didn't have time to curse, asking doubtfully: "Not in Domestic territory, where then?"

"From what I hear, it seems to be the West Continent." The secretary pointed up at the sky.

"Damn strange." Minister Sir cursed.

The world had one more wormhole, and humans could reach another continent—this was already the strangest thing in the world. But what really made them unhappy was that this wormhole was actually in Chen Yi's hands.

So far no one had heard of anyone seizing it, but there were not a few secretly researching and gathering intelligence, and with no news leaking out, it proved they were sitting extremely securely.

Those who hold office need not consider construction matters, only distribution matters; the Construction Ministry is no exception.

The Minister thought for a good half day before saying: "He says to have Old Fan organize a task force to go to the West Continent—that means they've just reached the design stage and need to requisition people from the various design institutes? Do this: you go to the Personnel Department and notify them to have Zhou freeze the quotas, and spread the word that anyone who goes to this task force, goes to the West Continent, will have to resign. Let's see who's willing."

"Excellent plan, Minister." The Secretary slapped his thigh, offered a small bit of flattery, and walked along the wall.

However, when he reached the Small Conference Room and tried his Mobile Phone again, the call unexpectedly failed to connect.

That was certainly not good news.

He first went to the reception room to take a look, didn't see Director Zhou, and while breathing a sigh of relief, hurried off to the third Floor.

"Director Zhou just went out." The office staff, upon seeing the Minister's Secretary, were excited as if they'd seen a star.

"How long ago did he leave?"

"Just left, a few Minutes."

"Did he say where he went?"

"No. Secretary Shi, should we leave a message?"

Secretary Shi glared at the clever fellow. If he left a message, he wouldn't just be doing the Minister's Secretary a small favor, but could also go see Director Zhou in person.

"Tell him Director Zhou is back, and to call me immediately." Secretary Shi said, then had a change of heart, pretending it was too late, and said: "Forget it, just leave one Sentence."

"Say it, say it." The fellow hurriedly took out a small notebook to write it down.

"Just say that recently, they're clearing out non-posted public institution positions. Tell him to produce a Charter."

The office staff all pricked up their ears.

In public institutions, staffing quotas are the most valuable thing. Clearing out non-posted public institution positions—that would be earth-shattering.

Secretary Shi left proudly, making a phone call while hurrying back.

As he neared the Minister's office, the melodious sound of a phone came from the reception room again.

The Secretary staggered, ran over panting, and sure enough, it was Director Zhou of the Personnel Department talking with Chen Yi. Seeing his obsequious manner, he might have agreed to something.

"Director Zhou." Secretary Shi thrust his face forward, as usual pouring tea and serving water, but saw there was already a cup on the Table.

Naked Bear raised his Chin.

"Let me refill it for you." Secretary Shi naturally set down the cup, then picked up the hot Water Canteen.

"No hurry, no hurry." Director Zhou lifted his Buttocks, pressing down on Secretary Shi's hand, though not really pressing it down.

"What are you discussing?" The Secretary asked opportunistically.

At this point, what was there to be reserved about?

Chen Yi had summoned two Directors to personally issue orders—this was putting the Minister in a difficult position. As his Secretary, he couldn't help but consider things from above.

The Minister couldn't tear his face and rush out, so he would ask on the Minister's behalf.

Director Fan had good comprehension; seeing the situation, he knew the time and kept silent.

Director Zhou arrived late, still unaware, and said with a smile: "It's just about transferring some young Engineers to form a Port Construction task force..."

He had spoken half of it when he finally Realized, and asked anxiously and hopefully: "The Minister doesn't know?"

Secretary Shi thought, this is Nonsense; as the Personnel Department Director, has his head been filled by the breasts of women Downstairs? If the Minister knew, would I need to ask 'what are you discussing'?

He said nothing, just looked at Chen Yi.

Both Directors were smart people and instantly understood what trouble they had fallen into.

The Chen Family actually bypassed the Minister to issue orders directly?

What is called a great taboo of Officialdom—this is the greatest taboo of Officialdom!

Both immediately dared not speak.

Secretary Shi's Mood improved again, and he thought to himself: The Ministry is an Iron Plate; without going through the Minister, you still want to get things done? Go obediently lower your head and knock on the door.

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