Chapter 1247: This Reward Is Undeniably Generous

Xiao Fu, looking terrified, said, "I know you are strong, but those people—whether they were enemy agents on the train or wanted bandits robbing passengers—are all ruthless killers. If something had happened to you, what would we do? What would Fu Yan Cheng do?"

Fu's mother also looked worried: "Mom won't say you must never get involved in such things again, but Mom wants to tell you that nothing is more important than your safety."

Liu Chuxue nodded at them: "I know you are worried about me, but in that situation, if I hadn't acted, I would have become a victim myself."

After hearing this, the two also realized that Liu Chuxue's words made sense.

Zhui Feng was also circling around them, his tail wagging at Liu Chuxue like a propeller.

Xiao Fu and Fu's mother still had matters to attend to at home, so they did not stay longer. Although curious about what was inside the two document bags, they ultimately did not ask.

After seeing the two off, Liu Chuxue closed the door and returned to her room. She first opened the document bag from the Guangshi Gongan Bureau; inside, besides the certificate of merit, there were also two thousand yuan.

Such a generous reward?

It seems those wanted criminals were serious offenders; otherwise, there would not be such a large reward.

He had guessed correctly after all. Those wanted criminals had been on the run for over three years, always appearing and disappearing mysteriously. Whenever there was a clue, by the time the Gongan Bureau chased after them, the people had already vanished.

They probably never expected that a group with blood on their hands would be defeated by a young Miss and several retired soldiers. That night, they were not only completely wiped out, but the Guangshi Gongan Bureau also followed the trail to their main base and took it down.

And the other document bag from the Ministry of Railways actually contained one thousand yuan more than the one from Guangshi. Combined, the two totaled five thousand yuan. This was the late seventies; such a reward was indeed generous.

Well, if I want to do something in a few years, the source of startup capital is now secured.

Her mood was simply delightful.

Thinking about joining the army soon, although she had requested a courtyard, the housing consisted of row houses, family by family. Although Fu Yan Cheng's house was already on the edge, if she cooked something delicious at home, the aroma would surely drift out.

She had only just found out she was pregnant; apart from feeling slightly unwell when smelling dried squid last time, she had not yet experienced much morning sickness. Thinking that there was still quite a bit of pork ribs and meat stored in her space, she decided to braise them in the space early on. Later, if she craved food or didn't want to cook, she could just take them out and eat, and this would also avoid the smell drifting out and causing trouble.

She did it immediately. To be safe, she even made a simple mask for herself and put it on.

After washing everything thoroughly and putting it in the pot, adding seasonings and enough firewood, she finally left the space to pack the things she needed to take to the army.

Meanwhile, in the office of the Rolling Mill, Director Yang was being scolded mercilessly by the person on the other end of the phone: "How are you even serving as a director? The person just earned merit, and you cut off the bridge as soon as they crossed it. If it were me, I would leave too. Look at what you've done!"

Director Yang never expected the situation to escalate so quickly. The person had resigned less than half a day ago, and the higher-ups already knew what he had done?

What he didn't expect was that they even knew the real reason for the person's resignation. If that was the case, there were still their spies in the factory. Did the higher-ups know about the secret things he had done before, or not?

He couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

A wave of irritability swept over him. He paced back and forth in the office, repeatedly thinking one sentence in his mind: What should I do next?

What he least expected was that the events that followed would make him regret it even more.