Speech Is An Art

After all, they had always kept to themselves, never bothering each other, and sometimes even cooperated a little. But today, they suddenly showed up and started raiding their place. Who wouldn't be confused? Who wouldn't be clueless?

Even Sichuan Opera's face-changing wasn't this fast!

Trump, however, might be!

Brown immediately called the IRS Director, Chris.

However, Chris, having been alerted by Zhou Yi in advance, had already taken his phone off the hook.

"Phone off the hook, can't hear, won't answer, won't answer... Hehehe, this feels bad~"

Lying comfortably at home, Chris couldn't help but recite the words Zhou Yi had said when he left, feeling an unusual sense of joy and—

"I'm a bit hungry." Chris patted his stomach, got off the sofa, and headed to the refrigerator to get something to eat.

Meanwhile, Ethan and his team had successfully infiltrated the building. In the storage room where the alarm was located, they knocked out the receptionist, then changed their clothes and began their operation.

As for why no one came to bother them...

"We've decided to fundamentally reform the CIA's internal management system as well."

Darrell had now managed to tell Zhou Yi about all the places the CIA was "preparing to renovate."

Seeing that there was no more substantial information to stall for time, and Zhou Yi might soon state his purpose for being there, he had a sudden inspiration and started to fill the page... no, he started to change the subject to try and fool Zhou Yi.

"Oh?" Zhou Yi, naturally wanting to stall for as much time as possible, asked, "How do you plan to do that?"

"Currently, our management system has many problems. For example, in terms of responsibilities, many matters are handled by only one or a few individuals. While this clarifies responsibility, the efficiency is extremely low."

Darrell began to once again unleash his ability to fabricate stories at will.

"We plan to implement a cross-management responsibility system to enhance management efficiency, allowing for more effective utilization of human and material resources, improving security, and addressing some of the current loopholes in CIA management. Of course, this will also consume a large amount of funds..."

Zhou Yi: "..."

Glancing at Darrell again, Zhou Yi began to doubt whether the man was pretending to be foolish or was genuinely foolish.

If you said he was genuinely foolish, he was very adaptable and could point out so many current shortcomings of the CIA.

If you said he was pretending to be foolish...

That didn't seem right either!

How could he know the details of Ethan's actions, and how could he be clear that Zhou Yi was working with Ethan?

Under these circumstances, Zhou Yi felt it was impossible.

In other words—was this another bluff?

Zhou Yi listened to Darrell's explanation, nodding occasionally or interjecting.

Zhou Yi couldn't figure out what Darrell's deal was at the moment.

However, his superhuman brain had already conceived dozens of methods to deal with different situations.

There was no need to worry about life-threatening issues.

Therefore, all he needed to do was to react to whatever came his way.

Regardless, Zhou Yi was now equivalent to Superboy in this world, not to mention the high-tech equipment he possessed from the IRS Equipment Department.

He could naturally protect himself with more than enough capability.

Furthermore, direct confrontation was basically impossible in this operation because of what Zhou Yi's identity represented. Even Brown, the CIA Director, had to carefully consider it.

On the other side, after failing to reach Chris on the phone again, Brown decided to give up.

He decided to find another way to solve the problem and deal with the current situation.

"Since you made the first move, don't blame me!" Brown grumbled, rubbing his head fiercely.

Then, he dialed Darrell's number.

Darrell was still trying to fool Zhou Yi, and Zhou Yi was cooperating extremely well with his deception. The two were in the reception room, biding their time with their own hidden agendas.

Just then, Darrell's phone rang.

"Ding ding, ding ding!"

"Sorry," Darrell said without even looking, directly hanging up the call, "Let's continue..."

Now, he believed he had successfully fooled Zhou Yi.

The topic of their conversation had shifted from "CIA renovation" to "CIA system optimization," and now to daily life, entertainment, relaxation, and some interesting anecdotes.

If they continued talking like this, Darrell could guarantee that as long as Zhou Yi didn't bring up the main issue, he could chat with Zhou Yi until nightfall without repeating any topics!

After all, as an administrative minister—skillful at making jokes, changing the subject, rambling, calling black white, using others' influence, and fabricating stories... weren't all these terms their professional skills?

As an administrative minister, Darrell was very competent.

"Ding ding! Ding ding!"

The ringing was persistent. After being silenced, it rang again after only a short while.

This time, as Darrell was about to press the button to silence it and turn off his phone, he instinctively glanced at the caller ID and stopped the action he was about to take.

At the same time, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, the scapegoat... no, the savior, the savior is calling!

Darrell immediately said to Zhou Yi, "I'm very sorry, Mr. Zhou, I need to excuse myself for a moment."

"Please do," Zhou Yi said, taking a sip of his coffee.

Although Zhou Yi couldn't see who was calling Darrell, he could pretty much guess.

Zhou Yi had always understood Darrell's objective; in fact, if he hadn't been cooperating with Darrell, they wouldn't have been able to talk for so long.

And just now, Darrell had directly hung up the phone, but now, after glancing at his phone screen, he immediately told Zhou Yi that he wanted to answer it.

This meant that the person calling was definitely more important than Zhou Yi, and could make Darrell disregard any tax-related matters Zhou Yi might bring up, the so-called "true intention."

Therefore, the identity of this person was naturally obvious.

Zhou Yi reasoned as he leisurely drank his coffee, waiting quietly.

"Director?" Darrell walked outside the conference room, closed the door behind him, and answered the call, "I was just talking with that IRS agent, Zhou, so I was a little late answering."

Although Darrell wanted Brown to take the blame, such things naturally couldn't be said openly. If it were too obvious, he would be targeted later.

Therefore, while explaining to Brown why he was late answering the phone, he also conveyed the message, "I am diligently following your instructions."

Although Brown's command to Darrell at the time was "Keep that person stable, find out exactly what he wants to do, and preferably send him away," Darrell's actions were slightly different from Brown's orders...

However, speech is an art.

Darrell very skillfully "summarized" what he had done, making Brown believe that Darrell was already acting according to his orders.

Therefore, no matter in which country, if you want to get by in an organizational system, the first thing is to be able to speak well; this is the most important point.

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Being able to speak well is really important. Sometimes, the same sentence, when said with different wording, can have two completely different meanings, or even two extremes... Most importantly, this point is very important for everyone in daily life, whether with family, friends, or superiors and leaders. It can avoid many unnecessary disputes, and sometimes it can even make your path smoother... Consider it a reflection, don't find me too wordy