Chapter 587 Who Objects?
"It seems that you have already chosen." The third uncle felt the change in Zhou Ping's temperament and said with a smile.
Zhou Ping sat on the chair for a long time, and still said:
"I... probably won't stay."
Uncle San didn't seem surprised by this answer, and even looked very happy, grinning.
"Third Uncle, what are you laughing at?" Zhou Ping asked suspiciously.
"Actually, if you say you want to stay, I will feel a little bit disappointed." The third uncle said with a smile, "If you stay, it means that your life is only this local restaurant, and an old man who is almost fifty years old like me... Your circle is too small, which is not a good thing.
On the contrary, if you choose to leave, it means that you have found a place that is more suitable for you than this small rustic restaurant, and there... it allows you to show your own brilliance.
Zhou Ping, you have grown up. "
Looking at the eyes of the third uncle, Zhou Ping froze in place.
He pursed his lips slightly, stood up from the chair, and bowed deeply to the old man who raised him with his own hands.
"Thank you third uncle."
"You don't need to thank me, I just did what an elder should do."
The third uncle also stood up, waved his hands casually, put away the empty bowls and chopsticks in front of Zhou Ping, and walked towards the back kitchen, "I will wash all the bowls in the future. your place now.
When you come back one day when you are tired from traveling, Uncle San will cook for you. "
After speaking, the figure of the third uncle disappeared behind the curtain of the back kitchen.
Zhou Ping watched his leaving back, and after a long time, he turned around slowly, and took one last look at this small old restaurant.
He pushed the door out.
...
Shangjing City.
Night Watch headquarters.
"What? Ye Fan sitting down?!"
On the empty conference table, a high-level night watchman stood up from his chair in shock when he received this news!
The other senior executives were also shocked, and they were stunned for a long time before they recovered and started discussing like crazy.
"Why did Ye Fan suddenly sit down? This..."
"I don't know, there is no sign at all... Did you get injured during the battle against the Outer Gods in the South China Sea?"
"Why didn't he say it?"
"It's too sudden, a human ceiling, how come..."
"Indeed, there is no time left for us to prepare."
"With Commander Ye leaving like this, who should take over the position of Commander-in-Chief of the Night Watch?"
"The champion Hou Li who created the Zhenxie Division back then set the rules. If you don't reach the human ceiling, you can't become the chief... But the current Night Watchman has not yet appeared a second ceiling-level powerhouse..."
"The acting commander can only be chosen from the top."
Shao Pingge sat on the side, listening to the conversations between several other senior executives, feeling a little dazed.
Ye Fan... Sitting down?
He has not been able to get over the shock brought about by this news until now.
He is Ye Fan's descendant, he was able to go from an ordinary night watchman to a high-level step by step, and became the minister of the comprehensive personnel department and the captain of the national night watchman team, and he was also supported by Ye Fan.
Ye Fan treated him with kindness.
And now...he's dead?
He couldn't listen to a word of the discussion among the many high-level officials. He was like a sculpture sitting aside, motionless.
There is another young high-level person like him. What they have in common is that they were brought up by Ye Fan step by step, and those who argued endlessly for the commander-in-chief are mostly left over from the previous era. Seniors of the older generation.
When everyone was arguing, Zuo Qing pushed the door open and entered.
He put on the night watchman's cloak and walked straight to the front of the conference table. His eyes calmly swept across the noisy conference room, and he patted the document in his hand on the table.
boom--!
The meeting room suddenly fell silent.
"Zuo Qing, what are you doing?" a senior executive asked with a frown.
Zuo Qing glanced at him, and said calmly: "From today onwards, I will temporarily act as the commander-in-chief of the Night Watchman. Before the second Night Watchman's ceiling appears, I will be fully responsible for all the affairs of the Night Watchman."
Hearing this sentence, the senior executives of the older generation frowned.
"Zuo Qing, you have only been promoted to the upper echelon for a few years? It's too early to assume the position of commander-in-chief now, isn't it?"
"Before Commander Ye passed away, he left a document specifying the candidate for the commander-in-chief. If you are skeptical about this decision, you can read it yourself." Zuo Qing took out a document and handed it to the senior officials.
Several high-level officials took the document and read it carefully, frowning even more tightly.
The other two young executives, including Shao Pingge, did not read the document at all. They are all people close to Ye Fan. Naturally, they know that Ye Fan trained Zuo Qing as the next commander. At this moment, there is a decision Not surprising either.
After confirming the authenticity of this document, the senior executives sighed helplessly and sat back silently.
Since the document left by Ye Fan specifies Zuo Qing's agency status, they naturally have nothing to object to. In the final analysis, they are all night watchmen and need to act according to the regulations.
But one high-level executive didn't stop there.
It was a man in his fifties. He held the document in his hand, glanced lightly, and said with a sneer:
"This document was forged by you."
Hearing this sentence, the faces of everyone present changed.
Zuo Qing's eyes were extremely piercing.
"He Xingwen, do you know what you're talking about?" Beside him, another senior executive said with a frown.
"What? Is there no such possibility?" He Xingwen spilled the document on the table, stared into Zuo Qing's eyes, and said slowly, "Zuo Qing and Ye Fan walked so close, it's not easy to get Ye Fan's private seal. It's not difficult, who can prove that this document was written by Ye Fan?"
After his words fell, Shao Pingge and other young executives frowned at the same time.
As for the other senior executives, their eyes gleamed, as if they were thinking about something, and they were obviously shaken.
Zuo Qing stared into his eyes and said coldly, "How do you want me to prove it?"
"I don't care how you prove it, but if you can't produce strong evidence, then this document will naturally be useless." He Xingwen said lightly, "Without this document, the candidate for the commander-in-chief can only be selected through high-level voting."
Among the seven high-level people present, only Shao Pingge, Zuo Qing, and another young high-level person belonged to Ye Fan's personal support. If the other three high-level people were persuaded by He Xingwen to vote, what would happen to them? Very unfavorable.
The atmosphere in the entire conference room suddenly froze.
At this moment, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open.
Everyone was taken aback, and at the same time turned their heads to look at the black-clothed figure who walked in, with shock in their eyes.
He is not……
The black-clothed figure calmly walked to the conference table, stretched out his hand and pulled out the [Dragon Elephant Sword] from the void, and stuck it in the very center of the conference room!
Ding--!
The sword is full of energy.
The black-clothed figure stood there, glanced across the crowd, and said lightly:
"I recommend Zuo Qing to be the acting commander-in-chief of the night watchmen, you... who is against?"
