Chapter 97, Base Tribunal
When the people in the news center left, Gu Sheng called Wu Ximo to come down: "You each have half, and you will be sent home now. Don't mention it to anyone in the bureau. This time the benefits are Only the director and us have it."
Wu Ximobai was very excited: "Gu team, you give me things every day, who can handle this? Don't give it up, we will send it to your home."
Gu Sheng curled his lips and said, "I don't like it."
Who doesn't know that things are good, and it's not bad to add up to a little. Gu Sheng is taking care of his subordinates. And he really doesn't like Jiang Ping, the cause of "sending" these things.
Wu Ximo thought for a moment that the glass cabin he built last night, the exquisite and beautiful tables and chairs, and the fresh snacks in the incubator were indeed not in the eyes of Young Master Gu.
But people have limits. Wu Ximobai declined again. Gu Sheng accepted two boxes of each item and put them in the trunk for temporary meals. The remaining half of Wu Ximobai's family immediately Send it home.
The Wu and Mo family have made another fortune. The thing that Young Master Gu doesn’t like is their fortune.
Red wine, vacuum-packed sauced beef and bread can all be stored for a certain period of time.
Even if the bread is dry, it actually tastes good.
Wu Xi's wife and Mo Bai's mother each cooked a pot of specialty dishes in the afternoon, and asked Wu Xi and Mo Xi to go home again to pick them up and give them to Gu Sheng.
After the three people shared the meal, Mo Bai's happy wails came from the patrol car again: "I'm fat again."
The lunch table was filled with roast goose, stewed goose, and potato stew. Stewed radish. Yue Feng's expression was natural, but he didn't say a word.
Ye Lin thought she had won a great victory, so she suddenly remembered that fighting with the boss was not conducive to unity. For example, would dinner no longer be delicious, and could she go out at night?
The fists of the rescue team cannot be extended when hitting normal people. World Tree Company has complete training on how to deal with survivors.
Not all survivors are grateful, so this is an important lesson.
In the current situation, Yue Feng once again prevented Ye Lin from going out at night, but Ye Lin could not make a move against him because she knew it was out of concern.
The bottom line is often deeply rooted.
In order not to lose momentum, Ye Lin did not speak at noon. The excitement brought by the live broadcast at noon and Yue Feng's cooking skills were enough for her to finish lunch with gusto.
What she is considering now is that she has woken up from her nap, but should she take another nap and spend the whole afternoon in bed, so that she will not ask for psychological treatment after walking out of the bedroom door.
It's not good for unity, it's not good for unity. Ye Lin made a mental suggestion to herself and curled up lazily.
"Dangdang."
Yue Feng knocked on the door and said in a calm voice: "Come out, it's time for psychological treatment."
Okay, the boss refused to let her go, Ye Lin didn't want to lose the battle now.
Picked up three big dolls and squeezed them out. One person and three dolls occupied the entire couch. This has always been Ye Lin's usual position.
Yue Feng was sitting on the side. When he saw Ye Lin sitting down, he pressed his finger on the communicator. A beam of light was projected from the corner of his clothes to the wall above the TV, forming a new screen.
Ye Lin became interested, and suddenly forgot that she was still angry with the boss, and asked curiously: "What is this?"
Yue Feng: "Psychotherapy."
Ye Lin took the big doll and pointed it at him, putting a layer of distance between herself and him.
A picture appeared on the screen. It was an empty room with a few tables and chairs. Ye Lin had seen the video of the city's tribunal, so it felt like this was more like a tribunal.
Take a look at Yue Feng. Yue Feng is facing the screen without squinting.
Okay, the sequelae of fighting with the boss that is not conducive to unity have officially begun.
Yue Feng suddenly lowered his voice: "They can't see us, but they can hear us."
Ye Lin was slightly comforted, but still dissatisfied. This was not what she wanted to ask.
Where is this?
The answer comes quickly. The doors on both sides of the room opened, and a group of people, both men and women, came in from the left side; a group of people, both men and women, came in from the right side.
They sat down on the chairs in the middle row and on the chairs on both sides.
This place is very similar to the layout of the tribunal. Only a pair of tables and chairs opposite the middle are still empty.
There was a group of people sitting in the middle, and in the middle was an old man with gray hair. He said with a serious expression: "The base tribunal has officially opened. Now please come in, the person being judged, Colonel Atov."< br>
Ye Lin threw the words "sequelae" to the back of her mind, took away the big doll that was covering her face, and said to Yue Feng: "Ah"
"Shh." Yue Feng said.
Ye Lin lowered her voice, lowered her body at the same time, and tried her best to speak with her mouth: "Colonel?"
"Today we will decide whether the colonel should fly or not. You and I will listen. I have not thought twice about talking. ." Yue Feng had to come over and whisper to Ye Lin.
Can you listen to this too?
Ye Lin was elated, she cleared up her old feud with the boss, and mouthed: "Thank you."
Yue Feng: "Treat me well and cooperate to the end."
Ye Lin rolled her eyes at him, okay, The boss refused to let her go.
The screen moved away, and the front door of a room opened. A shining silver robot walked in, followed by a blond man with two mustaches, a very impressive expression, and a very beautiful appearance.
Ye Lin Yanran, this fits her image of a colonel.
Colonel Atov came into the room, looked at the men and women sitting across from him and on both sides, and then looked at the only remaining seat. He walked over and sat down, putting his feet up on the table and shaking the soles of his shoes towards the others.
A fat man sitting on both sides blushed with anger, stood up and said: "I object"
The robot made a cold voice: "Mr. Andrew, the president of the civil tribunal, the colonel's rest is more important than anything else. . The person who has contributed the most to the base is my master, Mr. Atov. Your objection should not be effective."
Andrew: "I am the director of the base."< br>
Robot: "A single shareholder cannot represent the base, and the tribunal you formed is invalid in a practical sense. Your objection is invalid."
Raising its mechanical eyes and looking at the row of men and women sitting on the row of chairs in the middle, the robot said: "Her Royal Highness Princess Helen of the Board of Directors, His Royal Highness Uncle Richard, and Mr. Arnold. The subsequent shareholders bypassed the board of directors and talked directly to the base director. You also established the base tribunal without the consent of the base director. The tribunal you established is legitimate, but the first ruling was against Colonel Atov, a current hero. I strongly protest your establishment of the tribunal. The motive is just to target the colonel. You want to be the scum of mankind. You have been kindly reminded by Mr. Base Commander to get a safe place, but you have taken all actions against the rescue. "
Ye Lin listened attentively.
Colonel Atov said lazily: "Don't talk nonsense with them. They are taking up my precious time. If you want to say anything, just say it quickly. Otherwise, I will go back to bed and sleep."
The gray-haired old man sitting in the middle said solemnly: "Colonel, we respect all your honors, but therefore we must correct your dishonorable side. Now we will judge your behavior of throwing shoes and insulting others. This time There is a video of the ruling, please sit down for your image.”
Colonel Atov sat up straight, but continued to put his feet on the table. He took off one of his shoes and showed it: "Uncle Richard, are you referring to this shoe?"
"According to the information submitted, it is the shoe on your left foot."
As soon as he finished speaking, Colonel Atov jumped up and threw the shoe in his hand at him.
Correction of typos.
Morning.
Sleep well.
(End of this chapter)