Chapter 588: It's all my money

Chen Yongren, who enjoys teasing Lin Ke Xin to pass the time whether he's busy or not, knows exactly where her buttons are.

"Don't mess around." Lin Ke Xin's cheeks flushed.

Countless struggles have taught her she can't break free from Chen Yongren's hold, so Lin Ke Xin also can't be bothered to struggle further.

"Apologize." Chen Yongren stared with a stern face.

"Fine, fine, fine, sorry, it's my fault, who are you, you're absolutely upright." Lin Ke Xin knew what Chen Yongren was referring to and promptly apologized.

"Not sincere enough." Chen Yongren leaned forward, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on Lin Ke Xin's lovely face.

The two were very close; Chen Yongren could clearly feel Lin Ke Xin's breathing growing rapid.

Young Master me, I've gone to great lengths to cover your mission; not feeding me meat and letting me collect some interest is no problem, right?

"Sorry, is that enough?" Lin Ke Xin squeezed out a smile, trying to make her expression sincere.

"What do you mean, 'is that enough'?" Chen Yongren feigned anger, saying: "If you don't want to apologize, you don't have to; I'm not forcing you—what's this attitude?"

"?" A question mark popped up in Lin Ke Xin's head—"Isn't this you wanting me to apologize?"

Seeing Lin Ke Xin's clueless expression, Chen Yongren felt secretly pleased.

"Damn it."

Talking like this really feels great.

From now on, I still need to use Lin Ke Xin to hone my skills in this area.

However, Chen Yongren didn't go too far; after teasing her a couple of times, he put Lin Ke Xin on the bed.

Lin Ke Xin hurriedly slipped under the covers.

Chen Yongren burst out laughing.

Isn't that basically putting yourself voluntarily into the bowl?

After finishing dessert, Chen Yongren stopped giving Lin Ke Xin a hard time and turned his thoughts to something else.

With Shenqi Chuangjian's suicide, the Jinmen Special Agency once again fell into a leaderless state—perfect opportunity to win over people's hearts.

Seize the moment—turn the Jinmen Special Agency into our own backyard to strengthen the Jinmen Songhu Station!

……

Next morning.

After bidding farewell to Lin Ke Xin, Chen Yongren came to the Special Agency.

The little Japanese are still quite efficient.

The Jinmen Special Agency is spotless inside and out; unless you were there, no one would guess a slaughter had taken place here.

Although nothing seems out of the ordinary.

But if you breathe a little deeper inside, you can still faintly smell a hint of blood in the air.

Yesterday dozens were killed or wounded; the once bustling Special Agency is now lifeless, devoid of any vigor.

Although they say nothing, through their inner thoughts Chen Yongren can still hear their panic and confusion about the future.

After all.

Upon entering the Special Agency, two successive Agency Directors have met with misfortune.

What if the Army Ministry, in a fit of anger, decides to replace all of Jinmen Station and rebuild it from scratch?

Those with connections can be transferred; those without, plus bad luck, who can't find an extra post, will only be sent to the front as cannon fodder.

Those who have stayed in the rear for years can handle intelligence work, but if truly sent to the front, there's only a dead end.

Seeing Chen Yongren walk into the agency building, the surviving Japanese officers gathered around him.

"Chief Commander Young Master…"

"Sir, you can't just ignore us."

"Yeah, Chief Commander Young Master, you're the only one here who can talk to higher-ups—what do they mean now?"

……

The Japanese all looked worried, chattering with questions.

"Don't worry, I've got everything covered." Chen Yongren patted his chest, saying: "All officers, including the warrant officers, go wait in the conference room; I'll first call General Anda to sound him out."

"Chief Commander Young Master, thank you for your hard work!"

These little Japanese, regardless of rank, all bowed their heads in gratitude.

General Anda?

He's the North China Army Chief of Staff.

Chen Yongren hurried to the Agency Director's office.

All the furniture in the office has been replaced.

Chen Yongren plopped into a chair, picked up the phone, and said: "This is Yuan Chief; connect me immediately to the North China Army Headquarters."

Not long after.

The call went through.

A familiar voice came from the receiver: "Hello, I'm Anda 23."

"Chief?" General Anda asked concerned: "How are you? You're alright, right? I've heard about what happened in Jinmen…"

"Thanks for your concern, Uncle; I was lucky—I ran out as soon as the slaughter began…" Chen Yongren's tone carried a hint of sorrow.

Uncle Xie's concern, I was very fortunate; when the massacre happened, I quickly ran out... Chen Yongren's tone carried a hint of sorrow.

"They served Younger Brother Country for years, and the result… sigh…"

After a pause, Chen Yongren added: "Uncle, I have a favor to ask."

"What is it? Do you think Jinmen is dangerous and want to come work at the North China Army?" Anda asked.

"What's the matter? Do you think Jinmen is dangerous and want to come work at the North China Military Department?" An Da asked.

No, that's not right. Chen Yongren said, cutting to the chase: "I want to apply to the military department for a special consolation payment."

"Special consolation payment?" General Anda didn't understand.

Haiyi! Chen Yongren said, getting straight to the point: "I hope the military can give 100,000 yen to the officers who died under the blade of Shenqi Chuangjian."

After all, for them this is completely an unjust disaster; if they don't even get consolation money, wouldn't that be too unfair to them?

Injured officers can receive consolation money according to the severity of their wounds, up to a maximum of 300,000 yen.

"Why would the wounded receive more than the dead?" Anda asked deliberately.

"Some of them are already disabled; if they have no money, how will they survive in the future?" Chen Yongren sighed, then continued.

Surviving officers will each receive 5,000 yen as a consolation.

Of course, this is all just my modest request; if Uncle Anda disagrees, I will find another way to raise the funds.

No problem; after you finish the statistics, give me a call with the exact amount, and I will promptly transfer the funds to your agency's account. Anda said after thinking for a while.

Given the current military affairs in Huabei are busy, I won't send anyone; at that time you will handle the disbursement on our behalf.

They are all brave warriors of the Younger Brother Country; you must certainly comfort them well on our behalf.

Only 60 people were casualties in the agency; what's wrong with spending a little money to do a favor?

Haiyi! Chen Yongren said: "Thank you, uncle; I believe the spirits of those fallen warriors in heaven, knowing you treat your subordinates with such compassion, will surely feel greatly comforted."

Give money to the Japanese?

That's absolutely impossible; this money will ultimately end up in Chen Sang's pocket.

Right, uncle, I also plan to wait until spring and then send these fallen warriors back to their homeland. Chen Yongren added: "Of course, using my own company's cargo ship."

Of course no problem. General Anda laughed and praised: "Chief Commander, you are really thoughtful."

This is all I should do. Chen Yongren said.

If not using our own ship, how would we sink a ship to swindle the insurance?

By then the wounded soldiers will die again.

The insurance and consolation money are all mine!