The old-timers of course knew that Yuan Qing was bluffing.
But they were willing to give this favor.
Vice Director Mo and his secretary exchanged a glance and said indifferently, "But I recall he's just an ordinary First Class Soldier at the Wuzhen front lines, right? How about transferring him under me, and he can join us in handling the logistical distribution. The military supply office just happens to be short of a senior officer."
This was already an open grab for personnel.
One Director and one Vice Director.
The former was responsible for fighting, the latter for logistics.
They had been fighting overtly and covertly for years, each eroding the other's power, and everyone was used to it.
Today they were banging tables and glaring at each other again, the atmosphere as tense as drawn swords.
Seeing the High Priest getting impatient, the old Priest hastily said:
"Silence!"
