Chapter 489: The Japanese retaliation has arrived!

"Recruit Japanese people, and only Japanese people." Chen Yongren played with Lin Ke Xin's silky hair.

Jet-black, lustrous hair, clean and fragrant, smooth and very pleasant-smelling.

I really don't know how this girl maintains herself.

"Why?" Lin Ke Xin said, dumbfounded: "I thought…"

"Thought what?" Chen Yongren said: "Thought we were seeking a livelihood for Jinmen's residents, so they could make ends meet and have enough to eat?"

Lin Ke Xin fell silent, asking: "Isn't that the case?"

She couldn't figure out why they would consider Japanese people for such a hard-won job opportunity.

Too bad, she is Lin Ke Xin.

With Lin Ke Xin's way of thinking, she could never grasp Chen Yongren's thought process, which is as high as a seven- or eight-story building.

That said, Lin Ke Xin faintly sensed something off: "What are you planning to do?"

"Why would we exploit our own people in such a sweatshop?" Chen Yongren retorted.

"A sweatshop?" Lin Ke Xin said, dumbfounded: "What do you mean?"

"Literally." Chen Yongren said directly.

When the idea of opening a factory first came to mind, Chen Yongren had already figured out how to squeeze every last bit out of the Japanese in Jinmen.

Having already disguised himself as Japanese, Chen Yongren also gained a very progressive awareness.

That is…

Any Japanese person in Jinmen is his private, lawful property.

No.

Not just Jinmen—any Japanese person still breathing is his personal property.

Since they're all mine, giving them a couple of hard knocks shouldn't be a problem, right?

Lin Ke Xin felt a bit dizzy: "What do you want to do?"

"This kind of work—only six or seven hours of sleep a day, nonstop, ten-plus hours of labor—of course we can't exploit Jinmen's locals." Chen Yongren grinned.

"Retaliation, of course we should leave it for the little Japanese to play with."

"We're all little Japanese now—what's wrong with squeezing the little Japanese?"

"w(? Д?)w!" Lin Ke Xin looked at Chen Yongren in disbelief.

Working ten-plus hours straight?

You call this retaliation?

"Any problem?" Chen Yongren said disdainfully: "The little Japanese exploit our compatriots; since the opportunity has come, of course we should let them feel some retaliation."

"If we don't ruthlessly bully them, we've come for nothing."

Before Chen Yongren arrived, the Japanese had no retaliation; now that Chen Yongren is here, the Japanese still have no retaliation.

"Then damn it, Chen Yongren hasn't come for nothing."

Chen Yongren already regards himself as their master.

Whoever dares to stop his exploitation, bullying, oppression, and insult of these tools is harming his interests and is an enemy of the Yuan Clan.

If the Japanese locust dares to block…

Then it's "baka yarou," conscience utterly rotten, all of them drop dead.

Anyway, the one doing the bad deeds is me, Yuan Chief.

What does it have to do with me, Chen Yongren?

Stand up, sprout…

Pah!

Stand up, push hard, wreak havoc on them.

Everything we have now is their own fault; if you damn well didn't come, didn't think about playing with ethnic replacement, how could this retaliation fall to us?

"Squeeze every last cent out of them."

"Extract marrow, suck bones!"

"Damn it."

"If these damned Japanese don't work hard, how can I drive a Benz, a Rolls-Royce, live in a big house, and flirt with the hottest chicks?"

"Chen Sang's unhappy life is all because these damned Japanese A Ren't working hard."

"Chen Yongren's words hit Lin Ke Xin like a huge hammer, smashing her hard."

"They completely overturned her preconceived notions of Chen Yongren."

"After speaking Japanese, she also suddenly noticed that Chen Yongren always refers to the Japanese as 'it,' not 'him.'"

"In other words, Chen Yongren has never regarded the Japanese as people."

"Lin Ke Xin is quite clear that she is speaking with Chen Yongren as a Military Statistics Bureau officer, and many things cannot be said too much."

"Is this feasible?" Lin Ke Xin asked gently: "After all, they're Japanese, you're not afraid…"

"Don't forget you still have an uncle; if he asks you, how will you explain it?"

"We are Japanese too, and even higher-status Japanese." Chen Yongren said confidently: "I'll explain; you don't need to worry about that."

"As for the locals, we have plenty of retail outlets where they can work."

"There's also transport work, which we can give them."

"These jobs may be tiring, but compared to factory work, they're a bit more comfortable."

"At worst we set a lower base salary, raise the difficulty of commissions, but not too excessively—just guarantee them a comfortable life so as not to arouse suspicion from others."

"Lin Ke Xin nodded and asked again, soon thinking of another point: 'It's still that problem.'"

"If the work is too tough, the Japanese might not want to do it—what will you do then?"

"What should we do?" Chen Yongren smiled briefly, then put away his smile.

"That's another retaliation from them."

Seeing Chen Yongren's smile, although Lin Ke Xin temporarily didn't know what he meant, she could feel that these Japanese were in for bad luck.

Lin Ke Xin suddenly realized that Chen Yongren had been holding her.

In terms of their coworker relationship, their current distance is too close.

"Have you had enough of holding me?" Lin Ke Xin asked tactfully, hinting for Chen Yongren to put her down.

"No." Chen Yongren said seriously.

Seeing Lin Ke Xin still wanting to speak, he suddenly extended a finger to block her mouth.

Not long after.

A sound came from outside.

"Young Master, Madam, dinner is ready, you may eat."

Chen Yongren raised his hand to check the time and realized they had been upstairs for almost an hour.

"Still not letting go of me?" Lin Ke Xin glared at Chen Yongren.

Chen Yongren shook his head: "Not yet the time."

"Not the time?" Lin Ke Xin wondered, when Chen Yongren suddenly reached out and roughly pulled at her kimono.

"What are you doing?" Lin Ke Xin panicked.

"Idiot, what are we doing on the second floor?" Chen Yongren said solemnly: "Going down completely intact would hardly raise suspicion."

Chen Yongren said while also messing up Lin Ke Xin's hair.

With disheveled clothes, scattered hair, and a flushed face, she looked as if she had been touched.

"That's more like it." Chen Yongren nodded satisfactorily, then suddenly said: "Unfortunately."

"Unfortunately what?" Lin Ke Xin didn't understand.

"It's a pity you're not wearing lipstick; otherwise leaving some lip marks on me would be even better." Chen Yongren said seriously, then let Lin Ke Xin go.

Lin Ke Xin gave Chen Yongren a white-eye look.

She couldn't figure it out.

How could Chen Yongren speak so seriously while saying such hooligan-like words?

But given Lin Ke Xin's current appearance, that white-eye look, no matter how you look at it, resembles a flirtatious glance.

"Eat well and rest early." Chen Yongren also got up, messing up his own clothes.

"You're going to do side work again?" Lin Ke Xin asked.

"Adult matters, children shouldn't interfere." Chen Yongren put his arm around Lin Ke Xin's shoulders and went downstairs.

Having eaten and drunk their fill, the skill activated.

Lin Ke Xin felt another wave of drowsiness.

Here it comes again…

This damned Chen Yongren, just how did he administer the drug?

Even if Lin Ke Xin racked her brains, she could never have imagined that Chen Yongren was essentially a walking hypnotic drug.