Chapter 452: Taking Office in Rongcheng

The facts were exactly as Chen Yongren had judged, when Grace took the report and went to the National Government to prepare an explanation.

Chen Yongren also received a call from his boss, ordering him to come to the office immediately to report.

When he handed this report to his boss.

The boss looked at Chen Yongren in disbelief, his eyes full of surprise, as if saying: "Are you fucking joking?"

"Senior?" Chen Yongren asked.

"What the hell are you studying!" The boss jumped to his feet, slammed the document in his hand hard on the table, lowered his voice and said: "You've caused trouble, you know that?"

"If it were just some officials inside the National Government, that would be fine, but you've provoked the internal God of Wealth—can such matters be spoken of openly?"

Because he was overly agitated, the boss's hands were trembling.

"It's already done, what can I do?" Chen Yongren asked: "Could I stop those Americans from investigating? She also has to listen to me."

Anyway, it's all the fault of that American woman, and has nothing to do with me, Chen Yongren.

The boss kept patting his forehead: "You, you, what can I say about you? You've caused trouble, you know that?"

"I didn't want to either..." Chen Yongren said deliberately.

"Is this something you didn't want?" the boss said with an exasperated expression.

Chen Yongren did not refute either.

The boss, anxious, paced around the room, pointing at Chen Yongren and said: "Do you know how many people want you dead now?"

"I don't know." Chen Yongren simply shook his head.

"You've made too many enemies." The boss said in a low voice: "Although our Military Statistics Bureau's days are better than before, you need to know this."

"Some people's pillow talk is more useful than anything, constantly stirring up rumors and speaking ill of you—what good is it even if you achieve many merits?"

Chen Yongren also knew who he was referring to, and originally wanted to ask: "Are you also wishing for my death?"

But if he really said that…

He feared his senior would be so angry as to spew out vulgarities.

"You'd better go out less lately; I fucking really fear you'll be shot in the dark!" the boss said with a dark face.

This junior of mine really is—after coming back, either he doesn't cause trouble, or if he does, he stirs up a big mess for you.

Chen Yongren didn't say much more, stood at attention, left the office, sat in the car, and simply said: "Go home; we might have to take a long leave."

Having stirred up such a mess, Chongqing is definitely no place to stay.

Lin Ke Xin didn't ask further, just drove home.

These past few days.

Chongqing could only be described as a bloodbath; under Grace's extreme pressure, many people were consequently punished.

The Four Great Families even severed ties to survive, issuing statements for three consecutive days to draw a clear line from the embezzlement of public funds case.

They claimed they too were innocent, unaware of the matter, merely having their subordinates act under the family banner; they directly threw out their white gloves to be fed bullets, and even donated a lot of money.

Furthermore, after the United States government learned of this, it kept applying pressure, even threatening to cut aid; the National Government, left with no choice, could only issue statements one after another.

In short.

These things are all accidents; the National Government will deal with internal termites, spending anti-Japanese funds on the front lines, not wasting a single cent.

Although they suffered a great loss and dare not move against Grace, they nevertheless bear a grudge against Chen Yongren—who let this guy participate in the investigation.

Even if Chen Yongren had deliberately damaged documents during the investigation, things would not have been so bad.

During this period, because of some ineffable mysterious force, Chen Yongren has also been idle at home, awaiting his boss's final order.

He is very clear about it.

Surely someone is pressuring them, wanting them to leave Chongqing to avoid greater trouble.

Chen Yongren sips tea and reads the newspaper by day, and by night goes to Songhu to feed the trio, meanwhile reaping the lives of Japanese puppet agents and seizing Japanese assets, living quite freely.

Lin Ke Xin also understands that Chen Yongren is implicated due to investigating the Chongqing corruption case.

Individual strength alone is still hard to resist the tide.

Chen Yongren looked at the newspaper and suddenly burst out laughing.

Lin Ke Xin couldn't help but say: "Chief Chen, why are you so happy every day?"

"Because I have no choice." Chen Yongren was very direct.

"No choice?" Lin Ke Xin exclaimed in surprise.

Chen Yongren said: "Could regretting stirring up this basket every day change the outcome?"

"A Ren't you worried at all?" Lin Ke Xin asked again.

Chen Yongren countered: "Does worrying even help?"

"I..." Lin Ke Xin suddenly realized that Chen Yongren's words made perfect sense.

Things are already like this; what use is worrying?

"If they were going to shoot us, we'd already have been shot." Chen Yongren said: "I guess the boss is thinking about where to stick us."

Just as they were speaking, the indoor phone rang.

"Let's bet a silver dollar, it's the boss's call." Chen Yongren said: "The transfer order for us has come down."

"Boss?" Lin Ke Xin didn't know where Chen Yongren got his confidence.

He walked to the phone and picked up.

Huh?

It really is the boss's voice.

"Yes, please hold a moment." Lin Ke Xin covered the mouthpiece and said to Chen Yongren: "Chief Chen, it's the boss's call."

Chen Yongren, full of confidence, took the phone: "Senior, sir, do you still remember me, your junior?"

"What did the higher-ups say—are they sending us to target practice, or to be buried alive, chopped up and fed to dogs?"

"You little brat, still dare to hold a grudge? Do you know how much pressure we've been under lately?" the boss said.

"Senior, since you could call, it must mean you're fine." Chen Yongren asked: "Don't beat around the bush—just tell me how you plan to deal with me."

"The training program in Rong City is lacking an instructor; go there first to lay low." the boss said.

"Rong City?" Chen Yongren curled his lip: "It's just a posting, isn't it?"

"Bullshit, what posting? You're an elite of the Military Statistics Bureau; this is a protective withdrawal." the boss said in a low voice: "You've made too many enemies at once—first go to Rong City, then await further arrangements."

"With your ability, training a few decent agents will certainly be no problem."

"By the way, help our Military Statistics Bureau cultivate a few promising prospects."

"Yes, I got it." Chen Yongren gave a casual reply.

"You still dare to have emotions? If you hadn't kicked up this fuss, what position would you be in now—do I even need to say it?" the boss muttered: "I really don't know what to say about you…"

"Being able to withdraw unscathed now is already not bad; when the time is ripe, I'll think of a way to bring you back."

"When are we going?" Chen Yongren pretended not to hear.

"Of course, the sooner the better." the boss said.

"Idling is idling anyway—I'll set off right now." Chen Yongren was equally straightforward.

"Staying in this godforsaken Yu City is pointless; better to head to Rong City early and drill those raw recruits."

"What if we manage to dig up a few decent prospects?"

"Chen Yongren's bluntness, however, caught the boss off guard: 'Then I'll arrange someone to send you off right away.'"

"No problem." Chen Yongren hung up the phone and looked at Lin Ke Xin.

"Yu City is no longer a place where we can stay."

"The boss has ordered us to go to Rong City to serve as instructors."

"Hurry up and pack."

"Taking office as a goose… no, taking office in Rong City!"