Zhang Yuanqing ignored him, walked through the office area, and pushed open the door of the conference room at the end.

There were four people sitting in the spacious conference room. The first one was a thin middle-aged and elderly man with the unique dark color of the Qinghe ethnic group. He was not tall and was just over 1.7 meters tall.

In terms of clothing, it is not the national costumes with blue background and exquisite patterns embroidered in Zhang Yuanqing's imagination, but serious casual suits, with a strict and rigid temperament that reveals indifference and indifference arrogance.

The other two were middle-aged and young, wearing white shirts and trousers.

"You are also an experienced deacon. How did you do such a thing? Do you really think the branch is a fool? We suspect that the entire branch of Nanming City is very problematic." The leader of the Qinghe clan is reprimanding the drug chasers, see the conference room The door was pushed open, he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, he deliberately amplified his tone:

"As a deacon, there are no rules or discipline, so don't you take the Five Elements Alliance seriously?"

The employees outside heard it and looked worriedly.

"Yo!" The middle-aged man in a white shirt got up, looked at Zhang Yuanqing, and then at the drug chaser with a stern face: "Is this the deacon of Sanqing Daozu? Come, sit down!"

He pointed to the empty seat next to the drug chaser.

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the leader of the Qinghe clan and sat down beside the drug chaser.

"Let me introduce myself," the middle-aged man in the white shirt seems to be very good at invigorating the atmosphere, "The leader of the sixth team of the investigation department of the Sydney branch, the Lingjing ID has a god on his head, this is the deputy director of the investigation department of the Qinghe branch, and the Lingjing ID is poppy."

Minister Poppy of the Qinghe tribe didn't look sideways, and didn't even look at Zhang Yuanqing.

He finally introduced the young man: "Like me, the leader of the third group of the investigation department of the Sidney branch."

The young man in the white shirt reported his name: "Lingjing ID snail powder."

Good name, you told me I was hungry. Zhang Yuanqing murmured to himself.

The gods raised their heads and sat down, and said: "That's right, you must know the purpose of our visit this time. The stolen money should be handed over, after all, it is discipline."

"It will be handed in." Zhang Yuanqing nodded: "Submit it to the Songhai branch."

He raised his head with godlike demeanor, in this case, he really couldn't make a mistake.

"Hand over to the Songhai Branch?" Qinghe Minister Poppy said coldly: "When did the people from the Songhai Branch have the right to enforce the law here? The stronghold of the Psychic Society was wiped out by the Nanming Branch. And the stolen money, we should receive it."

"The stolen money I paid has nothing to do with you." Zhang Yuanqing shook his head and refused.

"Deacon Sanqing Daozu, let me call you Sanqing Daozu. We have checked you, and the Five Elements League does not have this spiritual realm ID at all." Minister Poppy said in a cold and forceful tone:

"You have embezzled the stolen money seized by the Nanming branch, which has seriously violated the discipline of the Five Elements League. If you don't hand it over, the Qinghe branch is qualified to temporarily detain you and then report it to the headquarters."

The deputy minister was not stage-frightened because of the other party's rank, and still maintained his arrogance. People from the Qinghe clan should be arrogant.

"I'll say it again, my money has nothing to do with you." Zhang Yuanqing's attitude remained unchanged, "No one can steal money from me. Fu Qingyang has to obediently give the money when he sees me."

Minister Poppy pointed to the camera behind him, and said coldly: "You will be responsible for what you say."

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at him and stretched out his hands:

"Come on, copy me!"

The atmosphere in the office suddenly became tense.

"Ahem!" Qingming cleared his throat and warmed up the scene with a dry smile: "If you have something to say, talk about it, if you have a disagreement, talk about it, if you have a conflict, talk about it, and everyone sits in the conference room and resolves the matter."

For a deacon of this level, coercion is definitely not enough, and the Qinghe tribe has always been arrogant, and the Sydney branch sent him here as a lubricant. JrNovels.com