New York FBI.
This is a legendary place, both black and white have strong opinions about it. Every day, New York residents come to complain, wishing they could fill the inconspicuous little black iron mailbox with complaint letters.
Charles dragged his hollowed-out, weak body and slowly came to his office.
As soon as his butt touched the chair, the office door was rudely pushed open.
"Dear Diana, how many times have I told you, remember to knock before entering the office, knock!"
Ms. Diana rolled her eyes at him and placed a formal letter in front of him.
Charles just glanced at the letter and sighed heavily again: "How many times have I told you, just throw the complaint letters in the trash, don't bother me with such trivial matters! I'm already starting to bald, do you have to make me a big bald head to be happy?"
Diana waited for him to finish venting his morning fire.
Then she calmly said, "A manager from a security company has made an appointment to meet with you, saying they have a community security service project they want to discuss with you."
"What does community security have to do with me?" Charles subconsciously wanted to refuse.
But suddenly seeing that Diana's face was a little strange, he asked suspiciously, "Tell me about this cooperation project."
"The thing is, they told me some of the general content of their service project over the phone..."
After Diana finished speaking, Charles fell into deep thought.
In general, this community security service project is a rare good project for them.
What they have to do is help this security company persuade local courts to issue them gun licenses.
Because collective shooting training for employees must be approved by their FBI department before it can be carried out.
And to obtain a gun license, one must participate in this training.
At this time, he suddenly remembered that this morning, an old acquaintance suddenly contacted him, saying that someone would be looking for him to talk about business today.
He was half asleep this morning and was given a good morning game by his wife.
So he didn't remember what happened at the time.
It wasn't until now that he remembered.
Charles asked calmly, "When are they coming to visit?"
"Only one person, a Mr. Robert. If you agree here, I will reply to him immediately. He may come this morning," Diana said expressionlessly.
"Accept his appointment, and say that I have time all day today." Charles rubbed his hands. If this security company is strong, then introduce their business to other colleagues.
"Okay, sir, I will reply to Mr. Robert."
"Go ahead, pay attention to your tone, Diana. You don't want to worry about hair loss every day like me, do you?"
Diana's body stiffened, then she walked out of the office angrily and slammed the office door shut.
Charles shrugged.
All his colleagues know her secret of hair loss, only she is deceiving herself.
*
Robert arrived at the New York FBI at ten o'clock.
This is the busiest time for the FBI.
Early in the morning, they received harassing calls from various communities.
All are trivial matters.
But they take the wages paid to them by taxpayers, so they have to bite the bullet and deal with these trivial matters.
I don't know how many young FBI agents here have been transformed from sunny and handsome boys or beautiful girls into listless middle-aged people.
Knock knock!
Charles' office door was politely knocked.
He sat upright, knowing that the guest had arrived, so he said gently, "Please come in."
Robert walked in cautiously.
Seeing that Charles' attitude was gentle, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hello, Mr. Charles, I am the manager of Trust Security Company, who made an appointment with you this morning."
"Hello, Mr. Robert, don't be restrained, I already know your intention."
Robert breathed a sigh of relief and asked with a smile, "Then do you agree to our company's service project?"
"In principle, this is a good thing, Robert, why should I refuse your company's kindness? You know, your service project can solve many small troubles for us."
Charles was telling the truth.
Community security services can solve too many disputes and small troubles for them.
The entire New York FBI is being harassed by these trivial matters all day long.
I don't know how many new members have had their values subverted by everything that happens here.
Charles didn't want to see them sink into these trivial matters.
It's just that no one has come to help them all along.
Until this newly established security service company called 'Trust'.
Li Yun's service concept has touched Charles.
The problem now is that the other party wants to get a large number of gun licenses.
Charles must be cautious about this.
After all, it is related to his official position and his comfortable life after retirement. He cannot be careless in this matter.
"Then when do you think we can start the training?"
Charles shook his head: "Dear Mr. Robert, I think you must first give me a training list. After I sort out the identities of the staff on the list, I can further develop the work, right?"
Although he is also very anxious, but it is related to public security issues, he must investigate the identity background of the service personnel clearly before he can cooperate with this company with peace of mind.
"It should be, I have already prepared the list. I'm sorry, Mr. Charles, I'm too anxious. To be honest, today is my first day at work."
"Is that so? It seems you didn't have a good time before."
Robert nodded and sighed helplessly: "Yes, I offended a big shot before. Fortunately, the other party finally let me go, and it just so happened that I applied for this company."
As he spoke, he took out some information and handed it to Charles.
Basically, it is the information of this 'Trust' security company.
Charles flipped through it casually, and then remembered the phone call this morning.
He pondered, call back later and ask if it is this 'Trust' security company.
"Okay, Robert, can you give me a few days to review?"
"No problem, Mr. Charles, then I'll take my leave first and wait for your news."
The list was given to him by Zhao Xin.
And this list has already been tampered with. Charles just glanced at it and found the problem.
But he didn't point it out.
Then he picked up his old man's phone and called back the phone number from this morning.
"Hello, I'm Charles..."
After chatting for a long time.
Charles had no choice but to hang up the phone.
Looking at this strange list again, he smiled bitterly: "It really is for cooperation. Since the other party has no malice, why not make a new friend?"
