From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 142 Heart-to-heart talks and standardized management

"Your name is, Daisy Johnson?"

At the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Mile sat at his desk, looking at Quake with HR's unique eyes, which made her very uncomfortable.

Of course, it is more of an inability to adapt to changes in the offensive and defensive situation.

"Yes, it's me."

"You used to be called Skye, a hacker, and you even secretly investigated S.H.I.E.L.D., and were later recruited by Agent Phil. Is that right?"

"Yes, that's right." Daisy nodded, but a look of confusion flashed across her face.

She didn't understand why Meier was asking this.

"Is that so?" Miles looked at Daisy and said, "I find it strange. You used to be a hacker and a computer expert. Why did you become an action agent at S.H.I.E.L.D.? I don't see any military training in your resume!"

"Uh...!" Daisy was stunned for a moment, then said, "Maybe it's because of my background. Besides, I'm also an Inhuman now and have superpowers, although I don't have...!"

"I know, I know. Shockwave, I have superpowers too. So, what you mean is that S.H.I.E.L.D. recruits people with superpowers to become agents, or is there some other reason? After all, when Phil recruited you, you didn't have any superpowers yet."

"At that time, I just wanted to investigate my background, so I followed Phil. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"I think there's a big problem," Meier said. "S.H.I.E.L.D. is a formal organization. Its various functions should be clearly defined. Civilian duties are civilian duties, and operations are operations. I've read your information. Besides you, there's also Fitz and Simmons. They're supposed to be purely technical personnel. Why do they sometimes get involved in operations?"

"Sometimes, it's what the mission requires." Daisy didn't know how to answer Meyer's question for a moment.

"Don't you think that the management of S.H.I.E.L.D. is very irregular?"

"I think you're picking on me."

"No, I was just doing my job. I was comparing S.H.I.E.L.D. mission records to see if there was anything wrong. I was just casually looking, but I found many problems." Meier looked helpless. "Grant Ward, I heard that you two were once a couple."

"I have nothing much to say. Everything is in the information." When Grant Ward was mentioned, Dai Se's face turned ugly.

"Those officials in Congress believe that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s management is problematic, which is why it was infiltrated by Hydra. As a supervisory agent, I need to make some achievements and let them know that S.H.I.E.L.D. is different now. Only then will they be willing to allocate funds. Do you understand? Therefore, S.H.I.E.L.D. must change, starting with you."

"Are you going to fire me?"

"No, you are a civilian staff member. From now on, untrained civilian staff in S.H.I.E.L.D. are not allowed to go out on field missions, starting with you."

"You can't do this!" Daisy stood up suddenly.

"I can do that." Meier said with a smile, "Okay, you can go out now, next one!"

"you……!"

The office door was pushed open and Ming-Na Wen...Mei walked in.

Daisy took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in her heart, and walked out of the office.

"Ms. Melinda, please sit down."

Meier pointed to the chair.

"No need, standing is just as good."

"Alright." Meier smiled, looking her up and down. "Melinda May, you're a veteran agent. You've carried out many important missions, and you've accomplished them all with flying colors. Your resume is truly outstanding. I can't find any fault with it."

"Are you here just to find fault?"

"Otherwise, what am I doing here? If I can't find any faults, doesn't that mean I'm useless?" Meier said with a look of astonishment.

Are you from the East?"

“Chinese.”

“Can you speak Chinese?!”

"meeting."

"Look at the pine trees in the dusk, they are calm and composed even as the chaotic clouds fly by. What do you think of this poem?"

When Meier recited these two lines of poetry in standard Mandarin, Melinda's expression froze. This Eastern Mandarin was much more standard than hers.

"I really like Eastern culture. Let's communicate more when we have time. By the way, what do you think of Mr. Phil Coulson's leadership ability?"

"He's an excellent agent and an excellent leader."

"Okay, pretty standard answer, next one."

Melinda turned around and left. Just as she opened the door, Meier looked at her back and said, "Miss Mei, I have three words for you."

"Huh?" Melinda turned her head in confusion.

"Read more." Meier said in standard Mandarin.

"Bang!!" He was answered by a dull sound of hitting the door frame.

The next person to come in was a blonde beauty, Mockingbird Barbara Morse.

Unlike Melinda, after entering the office, she sat down on the chair without waiting for Meier to greet her, and looked at Meier with a provocative look.

"You're not here with good intentions!" Meier smiled. "Ms. Barbara, what do you think of Mr. Phil Coulson's leadership ability?"

"He's a very good agent."

"I'm asking about his leadership ability. To be more specific, how well have you learned from him in selecting and employing people?"

"He's an excellent leader and does everything well."

"It seems that Agent Coulson is very popular!" Meier said with a smile.

"Agent Coulson led us to complete many important missions and saved the world." Barbara looked at the little bureaucrat in front of her with disgust, her tone full of disdain.

"Okay, that's all for today." Meier smiled.

Hearing the sound of the door frame banging again, Meier raised his eyebrows.

"Tsk, a bunch of stupid cattle and horses, saving the world and the galaxy."

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"Civilian personnel are prohibited from going on field duty."

As the first round of heart-to-heart talks ended, an email appeared in the mailboxes of everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D.

There wasn't much content, but it made everyone furious.

First, in light of the previous chaotic management at S.H.I.E.L.D., we will now conduct an internal overhaul. Strictly separate roles will be assigned to all personnel within S.H.I.E.L.D., civilian personnel will be prohibited from field missions, and their attendance will be strictly audited. Second, the operational reports of various S.H.I.E.L.D. teams are not standardized. From now on, these must be standardized. Those unsure how to implement these standards can refer to the templates provided by the regulatory agent. Third, we must strengthen our publicity efforts and improve our image. We plan to appoint a spokesperson for external affairs and hold occasional press conferences. We encourage female agents within the agency who are confident in their image and eloquence to apply for the spokesperson position. When conducting field missions, we must exercise caution when using identification documents issued by other agencies, such as the FBI and the Department of Homeland Security.

Apart from anything else, the third point caught everyone's attention.

Is it still possible to play like this?

"Does he really think of himself as the director?" Coulson looked at the email on the screen and felt sick.

"Coulson, we can't let him mess around like this. He doesn't understand anything!"

The first person to come was Daisy. She was directly assigned as a civilian staff member and was not allowed to go out on field work. She felt that she was being targeted.

"I know. I'll talk to him." Coulson rubbed his brows and looked at several trusted agents who were walking towards his office one after another, wondering whether he should put some pressure on this ignorant kid.

Just then, a shrill alarm sounded.

The red alarm light flickered, and then the security system of the entire building was activated. A thick steel barrier rose up, sealing all the entrances to the headquarters, including the floor-to-ceiling glass in Meyer's office, which was covered with a thick layer of steel plate.

"What happened?"

The completely unprepared agents were all shocked. Coulson frowned as he stared at the screen, anger rising from the forehead of this good-natured man. "Meyer activated the highest alert! Damn it, who gave him this permission?!"

(End of this chapter)