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Chapter 617 - 320: The Sweeping Monk in the Warehouse, You’re Not as Smooth as Dean Lao Deng (End of the Month for Votes)

Chapter 617: Chapter 320: The Sweeping Monk in the Warehouse, You’re Not as Smooth as Dean Lao Deng (End of the Month for Votes)

Brian had never experienced a situation like this before.

Wherever he went, regardless of age, gender, or department, every single person stopped what they were doing, stepped aside to clear the way, maintained silence, and bowed their heads in respect.

It might sound exaggerated, but it was indeed the case.

Even the Second-level Staff who had come to conduct business that Brian had seen before, now behaved in the same manner.

However, their gazes were filled with a bit of sighing, bewilderment, and some hidden jealousy.

After all, in their understanding, even the progeny of the Three Founders of the NW Organization didn’t get promoted this quickly.

Third Level Staff, ah!

Talent, luck, and the support of a powerful person were indispensable; they were the ultimate goals for these people!

The man before them had joined NW for only a few months, and he had already achieved what they had been pursuing all their lives.

The feeling of an unattainable contrast was quite disheartening and despairing.

...

The woman who was leading Brian to collect his equipment noticed the surprise on his face and hurriedly whispered an explanation:

"Your Excellency Brian.

As soon as you left the meeting room, the news of your promotion to Third Level Staff was already communicated to all members of the NW Organization.

Once you confirm your title, the organization will also send this news to all official organizations and forces worldwide that are neutral or friendly towards NW Organization, and at that point, you might receive lots of gifts from them to congratulate you.

If you plan to have a celebration party, you can speak to the Foreign Affairs Department, and they will handle these matters appropriately."

"Efficiency so quick?"

Brian raised an eyebrow.

Hey, it was the first time he was called ’Your Excellency,’ which was quite interesting.

This ’Your Excellency’ was not exactly the same as how Hua Country translated it, but similar.

Actually, it’s rare here to call someone ’Your Excellency;’ to show respect, usually just adding ’Mr.’ or ’Ms.’ would suffice. If it’s a government position, at most you’d simply add the title to their name, even for the Federation President.

The title ’Your Excellency’ is a bit more formal, generally used for high-ranking local officials or religious leaders, and even then only occasionally.

The woman used it for Brian mainly because his identity had been recognized, but he had not yet been assigned a clear position.

As for the celebration party?

Brian waved his hand: "Forget about the party. By the way, do all Third Level Staff receive this kind of treatment?"

The woman shook her head:

"Not at all.

For the promotion of Third Level Staff, it’s usually only announced internally.

Second Rank Life is not rare within the NW Organization, but not all Third Level Staff are the same. Although all are worthy of respect from all NW staff, only those with official positions and administrative authority will be specially notified by the organization to the global cooperating official organizations and forces.

It’s basically an official endorsement.

From today on, Your Excellency Brian, you are a globally renowned great personality."

"Great personality..."

Brian smiled.

This was purely flattering him.

With so many official organizations worldwide and the not-insignificant number of Second Rank Life, people would most likely be amazed by his youth, but might not remember him afterwards.

Brian could see that the woman was also quite curious about his promotion.

After all, normally promoted Third Level Staff would either have had a major breakthrough in research, gaining recognition from the organization, or upon advancing to Second Rank Life, they would undergo internal testing—there was always a buffer process and time.

But Brian had none of that.

He was merely somewhat famous before, and then, without many knowing what he had done, he was suddenly promoted.

This was not even the most bizarre part.

The most enigmatic thing was the reception he received today.

The collected appearance of the Three Founders of the NW Organization to welcome Brian, with an attitude incomprehensible to outsiders, afforded him treatment even other Third Level Staff could not enjoy...

This added a layer of mystery to Brian.

The events had unfolded in less than two hours.

Now, within and even outside the base, hundreds of rumors had already emerged.

It was foreseeable.

For a long time to come, the discussion about Brian would be intense.

But very few truly knew the story behind it.

And Brian had no intention of explicitly promoting these things.

...

Crossing through the crowded exchange corridor.

Led by the woman, they arrived at the warehouse of the Internal Affairs Department.

It was located at the very top level of the base.

Normally, few people would come here.

When needed, the artificial intelligence channels would take care of things: one need only place the items on the transport opening, and the transit channel would automatically send the items to the designated exit.

Everything here was highly intelligent and modernized.

Brian was actually quite curious about the energy supply method here.

He had tried to use his Second Level Staff privileges to find answers on the internal network, but to no avail.

It must be a secret of those with higher clearance.

He wondered whether he was now qualified to know...

Thinking about various things.

Under the woman’s lead, they scanned their faces and entered the warehouse.

Electronic eyes were all over the warehouse, along with some clunky robots responsible for transportation.

The only living person was an old Caucasian man with a face full of wrinkles.

The old man was dressed in denim overalls, rather resembling a farmhand pitching hay, but the gear on him was futuristic—an entire set of assistive exoskeleton armor, predominantly black, which gave Brian a faint sense of threat.

For a moment, he couldn’t tell whether the sense of danger came from the old man or the exoskeleton armor he wore..