Do you want to believe He Jingzhi?

As the car drove towards Qilu, the bald man in the back row snorted coldly at the thought, looked at the back of Zuo Zhong's head and smiled.

When he was trapped in Chang'an, he was the first one to notify his wife, and the first one to stand up and stabilize the situation in Jinling. His contribution is indispensable.

He thought for a while and then suddenly said: "Shen Zhong, thank you for your hard work this time. Next time, Deputy Commander Zhang will pay more attention to you.

You must never give the underground party another chance to confuse the other party. This task will be handed over to the Secret Service, and you will be solely responsible for "protection".

In addition, this disaster is not unrelated to the confusion of our intelligence. The Second Attendant Office is about to form a sixth group to specialize in national intelligence business.

In order to facilitate the work, Shen Zhong, you will be assigned the position of deputy team leader, and the team leader will be Chunfeng, who will report directly to me."

Attendant's room?

Zuo Zhong, who was observing the situation outside the car, was shocked. The attendant's room was called the Attendant's Room of the Chairman of the Nationalist Government's Military Commission.

This organization is the most important staff organization around Baldhead, and its political status can even be compared with that of the Military Aircraft Department of the previous dynasty.

The so-called deputy leader of the sixth group, to put it in a more understandable way, is walking around the military aircraft, which can be called "Jian is in the heart of the emperor."

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, and Zuo Zhong said solemnly: "Thank you Chairman for the promotion. I will do my duty faithfully in my humble position."

"Call the principal."

The bald man pretended to be serious and corrected his title: "Before you returned to China, I had someone sign you up for a special class at Mainland China.

From now on, you can just call me principal like a student from Huangpu. Well, when you get to Qilu, you can immediately go back to the Secret Service Office to assign tasks.

Your teacher was injured in Chang'an. As a student, you have to do more work, and you must not let young people take advantage of him again."

"Yes, principal."

Zuo Zhong responded, looking at the road ahead with mixed feelings. With the help of his teachers, husband, and principal, his future was worry-free.
Chapter completed!