"What do you think?" Feng Yu didn't want to tell her directly, so he pulled her over and introduced them to the two with a smile: "Mr. Xue, let me introduce you. This is Qiao Nian, the successor I chose and the future owner of the First Research Institute."
He looked at the girl again, his tone was much more relaxed, and it was obvious who he was closer to: "Niannian, this is Mr. Xue, from the Privy Council."
Privy Council
When Qiao Nian heard the Privy Council, she subconsciously frowned and felt inexplicably cold, but since Feng Yu brought people to find her, it at least showed that this person had no ill intentions.
So she extended her hand and greeted politely: "Hello."
The silver-haired old man was probably in his seventies. He looked inconspicuous, but his eyes were bright. The dark red buttoned Tang suit on him made him look more like an Oriental than a person from Country M. He also had the introverted temperament of an Oriental.
But his eyes are amber and he is not tall among Westerners, only about 1.7 meters tall, a little shorter than Feng Yu.
While Qiao Nian was looking at him, the silver-haired old man was also looking at her.
The pair of shrewd eyes scrutinized her from her face to her body, and finally returned to Qiao Nian's face, and smiled lightly: "Don't be nervous, I didn't come to you to find trouble."
Qiao Nian raised an eyebrow, retracted his hand, reached out and pulled down his cap to reveal his snow-white jawline: "It's not convenient to chat here. I know there's a place to drink water outside, shall we go there to chat?"
Feng Yu tried to smooth things over: "Mr. Xue, there are too many people here. The place Nian Nian mentioned is not far from the institute. Let's go over there and talk."
The silver-haired old man was very easy to talk to and agreed: "Okay."
The three of them soon arrived at the cafe outside the institute. Qiao Nian went over to order two low-sugar lattes and a glass of iced lemonade for herself. She soon came back with three glasses of water on a tray.
“Your coffee.”
She placed two cups of low-sugar latte in front of Feng Yu and the silver-haired old man, then opened the remaining seat and sat down. She looked up at the silver-haired old man and said very bluntly: "Tell me, what do you want from me?"
"Cough cough..." Feng Yu almost choked when he lowered his head and took a sip of coffee. Fortunately, he was quick to grab a piece of paper to cover his mouth so that he did not spit out the coffee.
The silver-haired old man was much calmer than him and took a piece of paper and handed it to him.
Then he looked at the girl with a hint of interest in his eyes, as if he admired her straightforward character. He took a sip of coffee and said, "Do you know that the Privy Council is going to vote on your recruitment?"
Qiao Nian didn’t care about this, so he told the truth: “To be honest, I just found out.”
Ever since she had a falling out with the people who came to her house that day, she no longer cared about the affairs of the Privy Council, nor did she have the interest to do so.
"Haha." The silver-haired old man laughed instead and said to her quite straightforwardly: "I really hope you can enter the Privy Council."
"The Privy Council has been corrupt for too long. We need someone to break the mold, but we haven't found the right person yet."
He looked at the girl and said with unabashed praise: "You are... just as I thought, you have the character of a Ji family member!"
The direct descendants of the Ji family have always been different. They are smart enough, but this intelligence that exceeds that of ordinary people is like a double-edged sword.
Some people choose the sharp side of the double-edged sword, and some people choose the back of the blade.
(End of this chapter)