"Japan's map showed up in the image?"
"Where was it?"
"What exact location?"
"Had it been confirmed?"
The director fired off questions like a machine gun. The Special Affairs Bureau member who had called him had every word shoved back down his throat. After quite a while, he finally complained a little aggrievedly:
"Director, slow down a little! We aren't stationed here specifically to monitor him—we have work to do!!!"
"Ah, oh, sorry. I was too nervous. Take your time. What exactly happened?"
"Wait a moment, we'll find a better position—Shen Le has been too good to us. We feel a little bad slacking off—"
Shen Le had been extremely cooperative with the people the Special Affairs Bureau sent over. Cloud Kun was set up in the dock, and whether they were measuring it, sawing planks, or inscribing Talismans, he hid nothing and let them watch it all.
As for daily provisions—spirit fruit, spirit rice, spirit dishes—in short, whatever Shen Le ate, everyone else ate too.
The food was so delicious their tongues practically melted. They desperately wanted to drag their feet and stay forever.
Poor ordinary logistics staff like them received far fewer cultivation supplies than frontline operatives. They were only guaranteed half a jin of spirit rice and two liang of spirit meat a day. Spirit fruit?
That kind of expensive commodity, which was difficult to store and had to be kept fresh, had never been distributed on that kind of scale!
So they felt somewhat guilty about sneaking looks at Shen Le's cultivation. Even though they knew Shen Le was letting them watch freely, so the Special Affairs Bureau could rest assured;
Even though they knew Shen Le's so-called cultivation merely involved sitting there in meditation, and that even if they pressed their faces right up to