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Chapter 562 Please call me "The One with Great Power - Jin!"

"Heh, Commissioner Smith is probably too focused on the Monster Room and hasn't paid attention to some information back home. He's clearly forgotten how this old schoolteacher you mentioned made a fool of himself a few years ago!"

"More than fifty military personnel stood up for this old man, and more than a hundred top figures in the scientific community voiced their support for this little old man. During that period, even the director of the Fulbright Institute had to use the back door to enter his office..."

"Have you gone mad from studying the policies of the Monster Room?! We're in the beacon of democracy here! The government comes first!"

Uncle Jin gave Commissioner Smith a mocking look: Come on, come and say something...

As expected, Commissioner Smith jumped up again:

"Okay, I'll accept that you're right! But how did you manage to distance yourself from this? If you don't explain yourself clearly, I'll sue you for defamation!"

Uncle Jin shrugged, picked up his coffee, took a slow sip, and secretly glanced at the director's expression.

Hmm? Still watching the show with that expression?

Alright, alright, it's getting late, it's time to bring this play to its most exciting part.

"Leaving aside defamation and such, let me sue you for racial discrimination first. Although the Civil Rights Act hasn't been formally passed yet, as far as I know, the relevant provisions are already on the agenda of the House of Representatives..."

"I believe my experience will attract the attention of some members of parliament..."

Uncle Jin stood up, looked at Commissioner Smith, whose face had turned pale, and then stabbed him in the heart again.

"The product managers that Fosbury Group hires are a dime a dozen in China, not to mention Wall Street, even me..."

As he spoke, Uncle Jin pulled out a small notebook: "Even I am a product manager at Ford Motor Company!"

As he spoke, he winked at Old Ford, who was sitting at the very back. Old Ford grinned and gave Uncle Kim the middle finger.

Uncle Jin chuckled: "On a side note, our company produces the Ford Galaxie..."

It's really great! If you're interested, you can contact me for the best discount!

Uncle Kim's witty remark, which eased the tension, made everyone laugh for a while, especially several African American colleagues, who even accepted Uncle Kim's product manager business card.

"Alright, let's get back to product management!"

"Since there are plenty of so-called product managers out there, and they all follow the market rules in their marketing, then it's naturally none of Buddha's business."

“But, Commissioner Smith, you’ve foolishly exposed yourself—no, our entire intelligence agency—to that untouchable old man!”

Uncle Kim interrupted Smith, who was about to speak, and continued to launch into a rapid-fire monologue:

"Everyone knows that Fosbury handles domestic affairs, while we handle international affairs."

"You've banned foreign cargo ships from transshipping wheat. Anyone can find out about this with a little inquiry. Guess which old man might turn his anger towards us?"

"Even the Shadow President avoids him like the plague, and you dare to provoke him for such a petty gain? You really are powerful! Not to mention, you're providing assistance to Foberle—our mortal enemy!"

How can you be so great?

His words made Commissioner Smith break out in a cold sweat, and he turned his pleading gaze to the high and mighty Director.

Unexpectedly, the director's eyes flickered, and he turned his head towards Uncle Jin to the side.

"Oh no! It's going to get cold..."

……

Over there, Uncle Kim continued his speech.

"Wait a minute, since you, Smith, have managed to become the director of the Monster Room Policy Research Office, you must have some skills. Otherwise, the director wouldn't have entrusted you with such an important task!"

"But your actions seem unworthy of this important position..."

"Therefore, there is only one truth!"

Uncle Jin stood up, his arm like a sharp cleaver, pointing directly at Commissioner Smith:

"you!"

"It was intentional! You're a traitor to our intelligence agency! You're a front man for Foberle!"

"You want to use Professor Carmen's influence to thwart our plans to infiltrate domestic power!"

"You! Your heart is despicable!"

After saying that, Uncle Jin slammed his arm down, as if a judge had ended Commissioner Smith's future.

……

After a long while, the door to the underground command center and conference room was finally opened.

A group of action team leaders ushered the bureau chief out.

The group walked into the hall, where the bureau chief stopped and clapped his hands lightly.

The employees who had been waiting nearby immediately put down what they were doing and stood up quietly.

The bureau chief looked at the respectful manner of everyone, nodded in satisfaction, and then glanced at his left and right.

"Oh! My dear Larry, why are you standing so far away? Come here, come to my side!"

With the humility typical of Chinese people, Uncle Jin walked up to the director.

"I hereby announce that, effective today, Larry will serve as the Director of the Monster Room Policy Research Office!"

"At the same time, all the plans for the intelligence agency's domestic operations are reviewed by him before being submitted!"

"Fo Bole is too cunning! We need someone as meticulous as Larry to help us identify and fill in the gaps!"

After the director finished speaking, he pulled Uncle Jin in front of him, took a step back, and took the lead in applauding.

Wow, things are going so smoothly! But why do I have this strange feeling that something's not quite right?

Is the office politics of the Bald Eagle really that superficial?

No, no, that shouldn't be!

Uncle Jin began to ponder the ins and outs of the matter, and then spoke up without hesitation:

"Yes! I will do my utmost to turn our intelligence agency's disadvantage around! I also want to make this statement!"

"If I can't enable everyone to eat well in China, then I will resign voluntarily!"

At this moment, Master Jin's sharp edge is undeniable.

After all, these big-nosed people don't understand the meaning of humility.

But how can someone take office and immediately declare that they want to help everyone "eat meat"? Shouldn't they be more subtle about it?

Hey, that's the difference in ideology. To elaborate further, it's that we have a profound and extensive civilization.

they?

Things that are over a hundred years old are considered antiques!

Moreover, it's a country made up of robbers and thieves. Only naked profit can attract their attention. If you're subtle, they might not even understand the key points!

Moreover, despite the CIA's impressive achievements abroad, it hasn't actually reaped many benefits.

After all, many places outside have been destroyed, so even if they wanted to loot everything, there's nowhere left to loot. All they can do is watch Amigo do whatever he wants.

But things were different in the domestic markets under Forbes's jurisdiction. He could easily sabotage a company or extract some internal information, which was enough for them to make a fortune in the stock market...

……

Sure enough, Uncle Kim received even more enthusiastic applause after he spoke than before.

After the applause subsided, the bureau chief raised an eyebrow:

"So, my dear Larry, how do you plan to take your first step?"

"Director, of course we should repair the relationship with that old man and get that damned wheat to the Chinese as soon as possible!"

The bureau chief frowned, and Uncle Jin quickly added further explanation.

"My lord, this kills multiple birds with one stone!"

"The Chinese are always restless. Do you think if they were well-fed, they would immediately start a research program for key element bombs?"

"Once we get the evidence, won't we save face in front of Congress and our young president? They should be more accommodating when we apply for funding!"

"Moreover, the talents needed for all kinds of high-tech fields are not available in their own country, so they can only be selected from the international students who are stranded in our country!"

"If we can get these students to return home..."

"Hmm? Open the door?" The bureau chief frowned again. "Wouldn't that be making things easier for them?"

"Hey... Chief, the floodgates have been opened, and so has ours. Brainwashing them and then sending them back, isn't that our standard procedure?"

"By then, we'll have eyes in the sky and agents on the ground; we'll have complete control over their every move!"

"Excellent! Excellent! It seems that choosing you for this position was indeed the right decision! You will handle this matter personally! I don't need the process, I only need the result!"

The bureau chief waved his hand, preparing to leave the underground command post.

But Uncle Jin, disregarding social hierarchy, grabbed him again:

"Chief, this plan requires the cooperation of my colleagues. You see, Commissioner Smith looked down on me, and I'm afraid of my orders..."

"Sure! Tell me who disobeys your orders, and I'll deal with them!"

The bureau chief's sinister gaze swept across the faces of the "employees" one by one, and he nodded with satisfaction only after seeing their trembling silence.

"gone!"

"Respectfully seeing off the Director!"

After the director left, Master Jin immediately straightened up, gave his "employees" another perfect smile, and then returned to his office.

……

Master Jin, sitting in his chair, seemed to have turned on some kind of switch.

Before long, his whole body looked as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

"Hey, good fortune may be a harbinger of misfortune, and misfortune may be a harbinger

"Our ancestors never lied to me!"