S.H.I.E.L.D. Miscellaneous Affairs

Coulson stared blankly at the Director's office before him; the changes were truly astonishing.

He had only been away for two days to handle some farm matters for the Director, so that Nick Fury could go directly to the farm to work after being released from prison.

But what did he see before his eyes?

Pushing open the door, a scent mixed with faint sandalwood and fresh fruit wafted into his face. The room was spacious and bright, with a high ceiling adorned with exquisite gold trim, and a massive crystal chandelier hung in the center.

The most eye-catching thing was undoubtedly the desk. Its surface was as smooth as a mirror, covered with a dark blue velvet tablecloth edged with tiny diamond-shaped crystals.

This wasn't all; a pile of food was scattered across the desk and throughout the room. It was as if a miniature five-star buffet had been cleverly integrated into the office. By the table, a silver ice bucket was filled with crystal-clear champagne.

On a specially made long wooden table, all sorts of delicacies were laid out. Each dish was presented like a work of art, dazzling the eyes and making one's mouth water.

Coulson stood at the doorway, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He rubbed his eyes to confirm he wasn't hallucinating, then stepped out of the office to see if he had entered the wrong room.

After completing all these steps, seeing Xia Ling sitting inside, Coulson finally dared to believe that this was indeed the Director's office.

"Di-Director."

Coulson's voice trembled with surprise as he slowly stepped into the office, which had suddenly become incredibly luxurious. His gaze swept over the dazzling decorations and food once more, finally settling on Xia Ling.

"Coulson, you're back. How's my farm?"

"Director, the farm is doing well." Coulson quickly adjusted his emotions, doing his best to make his voice sound professional and normal.

"Mr. Nick Fury's 'new home' has been arranged. All necessary living facilities are equipped, no different from the eighteenth century. All kinds of farm tools are available, and there are a few friendly small animals as his companions. I believe he will like it there."

Xia Ling nodded upon hearing this, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

"Good. Once Nick Fury returns from his enlightenment at the farm, arrange for him to start working immediately. Don't let him slack off for a moment."

Coulson nodded stiffly, as if completely oblivious to the playful tone in Xia Ling's words.

"What? You seem surprised by the small changes here?"

Coulson nodded, trying to make his voice steadier. "Yes, Director, this... all of this has changed too much. I almost thought I had the wrong place."

Xia Ling chuckled and explained, "Oh, that. You know, sometimes after work, we need small changes to stimulate inspiration and motivation. Besides, I've worked hard for so many years, shouldn't I enjoy myself a little?"

"But, this... this is too exaggerated, Director. The previous Nick Fury was removed precisely because of corruption."

Coulson looked around, still in disbelief, and at the same time, subtly reminded Xia Ling.

"Coulson, the new funding has come through. Given the Security Council's increasing emphasis on our S.H.I.E.L.D., they have raised the budget. All of this is thanks to the efforts of elite agents like you.

Therefore, I've decided that all agents at Level 8 and above will receive a new round of salary increases."

"Director, I believe the changes in the office are too small. As the Director of our S.H.I.E.L.D., you deserve a better working environment so that you can better serve world peace!"

Coulson said righteously, and it was clear from his sincere face.

For the sake of world peace, Xia Ling had made so many sacrifices, so wanting to enjoy himself a little was completely reasonable.

If anyone disagreed, they could ask if the muzzles of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents' guns would agree!

"Coulson, haven't you noticed that things have been a bit unstable in the agency lately?"

Xia Ling's tone suddenly became serious, his hands clasped together.

"Director, you mean..."

Coulson couldn't finish his sentence. As an elite agent, he hadn't noticed anything wrong in the agency.

Ever since Director Xia took office, the atmosphere in the agency had been excellent. It couldn't even be called just excellent; it could be called absolutely fantastic!

"Many people in the agency have problems. I don't know if you've noticed."

Hearing this, Coulson's eyes grew more confused.

People in the agency have problems? No, everyone seems fine.

"Director, forgive my bluntness, but everyone in the agency is fine, there are no problems."

"Coulson, you're wrong, terribly wrong. Many people in the agency have ideological problems, and that's unacceptable."

Xia Ling said, shaking his head, which gave Coulson a massive headache.

"Director, are you perhaps implying they aren't loyal enough and are still thinking of the previous Nick Fury?"

After much thought, Coulson could only come up with this answer.

However, in his opinion, this was also normal. The new Director had only been in office for a short time, hadn't even settled into his seat properly, and it was impossible to make everyone loyal to him in such a short period, especially since this new Director wasn't previously part of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Even though he had raised everyone's salaries and made them happy, he had only been here for a short time.

"Am I that kind of person?"

Wasn't he?

Of course, Coulson only dared to complain in his heart. If he really said it out loud, would he still want to work here?

"You mean..."

Coulson asked tentatively.

"I mean the beliefs of the people in the agency are too mixed. Too few people believe in Yahweh. Hong Xiuqing can't stand it anymore."

Coulson's mind drew a blank, What is all this? The Director had been talking for ages, and it was all about this trivial matter?

"Director, that's not a small amount. It should be about a third, and I believe it. Also, who is this Hong Xiuqing? What's his relationship to the Lord?"

"Oh, Hong Xiuqing? He's Yahweh's son. What about it?"

Three question marks popped up over Coulson's head. Since when did the Lord have another son?

"But the scriptures say the Lord's son is..."

"That's no longer valid. Now, Yahweh only has one legitimate successor, and that's Hong Xiuqing."

Coulson thought about it carefully and realized it made sense. It was indeed no longer valid. But even if it wasn't, how did Hong Xiuqing become the Lord's son?

"In short, I'm very dissatisfied with the current state of the bureau. Coulson, I'm assigning you this glorious and arduous task. It's time for the people in the bureau to feel Yahweh's glory!"

Before Coulson could refuse, Xia Ling directly assigned him this mission.

After all, he was an old village chief. Even if he couldn't complete it, he could probably outsource the task successfully.