"Well, I will delegate this matter to you. Don't have any scruples." Wang Mang turned his head and glanced at Baijue, and understood what he meant. "If there are cadres in the organization with conclusive evidence, bring me to see. ."

"Yes!" Bai Jue replied very seriously. This is the leader's great trust in him. He has been in a coma within six months and organized almost all documents, large and small. The secret report has to pass his hands. It is the supreme right, and it is also the highest degree of trust that Wang Mang has in him.

Now that the leader has given him the right to purge the cadres, this trust is terribly high!

The opposite of right is responsibility. Some people are born leaders, and some people seem to be able to govern the world because of time and some things. Bai Jue's performance in these six months is enough to make him a well-deserved second-in-command.

The previous rebuke to Yao Sen was also a temptation for him to have a clear conscience.

Wang Mang patted Bai Jue's shoulder encouragingly, and slowly said, "Bai Jue, do you believe it? I have been in another world for sixty years!

It’s been a long time. I thought about a lot of things. Some of the things you care about are not so important. Some of the things you forget sometimes become unforgettable under the precipitation of time. "

"Do the math, it's almost six years since the end of the world broke out?"

Bai Jue thought for a while and nodded slowly, "To be precise, it will be a whole year in more than half a month!"

The indifferent Wang Mang's mouth could not help but sketched out a smile, "Then time will be fast, and the three-year period will be fleeting, and it will be very beautiful in the next winter!"

Bai Jue didn't know what Wang Mang was referring to. His unsmiling face also smiled in agreement, and then said: "Actually, you just told the master so much bad news, but Zhang Nan has good news."

"Has he been at the Canglang Gate? Or did he find out the day when the ancestor of Penglai left the gate?"

Bai Jue smiled faintly, "It is true that Zhang Nan has already reached the middle level at the Canglang Gate. He is the leader of the Deacon of the Outer Sect. There are more than a thousand desperadoes recruited for aggression. Yes, it's just a mob."

"The organization has sent him three supplies again in the past six months, and he has also sent a lot of very valuable information.

According to the last news, a certain elder of Canglangmen entered the forbidden area of ​​Penglai ancestor's retreat once, and when he came out, he frowned. The confluence establishment of the seven main sects that had been planned to advance was also postponed to eight months later. "

Wang Mang's expression on his face barely relaxed when he heard the news, "It seems that our time is not too tight. Most of the time is enough to prepare many, many things."

Bai Jue also rarely said relaxedly: "It's true, the trauma the organization has suffered during this period is really not small, and the high-level strength on the bright side has been lost a lot.

This is nothing, it's just that part of our hidden strength can only be brought out and displayed. What worries me most is the strength gap caused by the mass death of the backbone of the organization. "

"The more than 1,500 core members are all elites in the combat department, and a large part of them can be promoted to Tier 6 within a year.

And the black team in the Shadow Department is really dead and wounded. I hope you can re-screen a group of elites as before, otherwise this organization's sharpest knife will be lost. "