Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

Sima Bin turned around, placed the white porcelain teacup on the table, and it made a slight clinking sound.

He glanced at the group, his tone softening slightly.

"Alright, that's all. Go back and get ready. The arrangements for the accompanying vehicles will be finalized tomorrow. Complete the necessary paperwork and hand over the essentials. You may all leave now."

Without saying a word, the group turned and walked out.

Being a leader is different; they just forcefully impose tasks on you, regardless of whether you agree or not!

Hou Jun walked in front, and when he opened the door, the door panel was pulled quite hard, making a dull thud.

Walking down the corridor, he didn't even close the last door, and stormed off in a huff.

Back in the office, as soon as the door closed, Monkey couldn't hold it in any longer. He slammed the enamel mug he was holding onto the table, splashing water all around.

"Listen to this! Listen to this! What kind of talk is that? No smuggling goods! If caught, you'll be fined at best, and dismissed at worst! Who does he think he is?"

Xiao Lü leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, and sneered, "He's the section chief, the damn new section chief, of course he speaks with a swagger!"

"What's wrong with the section chief? Does the section chief have the right to drive people to their doom?" Monkey Brother's voice rose a few decibels, then he quickly lowered it again, afraid that someone might overhear him.

"If you don't smuggle something along with the truck, how can you survive on that meager salary?"

Xiao Yu sat silently in the corner until now, then muttered, "I was planning to earn more money to get married. My salary alone won't be enough!"

There was a moment of silence in the office after he said that. Chang Kun patted him on the shoulder and said, "Marriage is a big deal. If you don't have enough money later, just tell me."

Old Zeng leaned against the window, smoking a cigarette, smoke billowing from his nostrils, and slowly said, "When Section Chief Zhang was around, we turned a blind eye, and everyone knew what was going on. Now this guy... well, it's hard to say."

Monkey King turned around and looked at Lei Guohong: "Master, say something. You've been here the longest, give me some advice."

Lei Guohong sat in his seat, an unlit cigarette between his fingers, turning around and around before finally speaking after a long while.

"What can we do? He's the section chief; assigning tasks is his job. We have to do it whether we want to or not."

He paused, then lowered his voice slightly: "Besides, these days, who can easily transfer to another department? Without strong connections, which unit would want you?"

Monkey King opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He knew Lei Guohong was telling the truth, but it was a painful truth to hear.

Xiao Lü sighed, a hint of helplessness in his voice: "How about... we talk to Section Chief Zhang? If he goes to another unit, see if he can take us with him?"

Xiao Yu shook her head: "Section Chief Zhang himself hasn't even looked for a way out, so don't even think about it."

The office fell silent again. Chang Kun sat in his seat, not saying much, his mind preoccupied with other things.

Following someone in a car is really nothing to him.

Others smuggle things along with vehicles, carrying large and small bags, afraid of being checked or having them confiscated, and have to find ways to sell them.

He has a spatial dimension at his disposal; once he puts something inside, no one can see it or find it.

Even if he smuggled in some daily necessities, or even emptied half a carriage, no one would know it was him.

But the situation is different for the people in the office. Monkey, Xiao Lü, Xiao Yu, Lao Zeng, and their mentor Lei Guohong, they rely on that extra money to supplement their family income while working as drivers.

Now that Sima Bin has blocked this path, their lives are going to be difficult.

If only we could kick that old bastard surnamed Sima out.

But this kind of thing is beyond the capabilities of a mere railway police officer.

The family was sent by higher-ups; they have connections and influence. Getting rid of them will require careful planning.

The railway section is now so safe, petty theft has disappeared, and fugitives avoid it, all because it has a system that can sense the criminals around it.

When Zhang Qingfeng was in charge, these achievements belonged to Zhang Qingfeng and his entire office.

Now that Sima Bin has arrived, he's taken away the easy and productive work of patrolling the platform and handed it over to the people he brought with him. It's obvious he's just reaping the benefits.

Chang Kun's lips twitched slightly.

However, the man surnamed Sima probably doesn't know who planted this peach tree.

The railway section's current excellent environment is entirely thanks to his system. Without him overseeing things here, petty thieves and pickpockets would soon be back in force.

When the time comes, will Sima Bin be able to use his performance to enhance his image? He might end up losing even his gold.

If anyone dares to take advantage of him, we'll find an opportunity to rip off that Sima fellow.

Not long after, footsteps were heard in the corridor, and Sister Wang pushed open the door and came in, holding a notebook in her hand, with a hint of helplessness on her face.

She stood at the door, glanced at the group, sighed, and then said, "The arrangements for the vehicles are out. I'll read them aloud, and you can remember them yourselves."

The office fell silent as everyone looked up at her.

Sister Wang opened her notebook and read out the names one by one: "Lei Guohong is going to Zhengzhou, a round trip of three days. Hou Jun is going to Jinan, a round trip of four days. Chang Kun is going to Tangshan, a round trip of two days. Xiao Lü is going to Shijiazhuang, a round trip of three days. Xiao Yu is going to Baoding, a round trip of three days. Lao Zeng is going to Zhangjiakou, a round trip of four days."

"Prepare for a day tomorrow, and set off the day after tomorrow."

After she finished reading, she closed the notebook and looked at the group of people.

Chang Kun listened to his own plan: Tangshan, a round trip would take less than two days, making it the closest among the group.

He didn't say anything, but he knew in his heart that this arrangement was not random. Sima Bin had reserved the closest place for him, and he didn't know what his intention was.

The group of people were scattered all over the country, so they never had the chance to be together.

Sister Wang stood at the door, looked at the way the group looked, sighed, and lowered her voice.

"Don't take it too hard. The way the section arranged it is... it's also a work requirement."

"For work purposes?" Monkey turned to look at her, his voice low but barbed, "Sister Wang, tell us the truth, were those guys Sima Bin brought assigned to patrol the platform?"

Sister Wang opened her mouth but didn't speak, her eyes darting away.

Monkey King understood everything from her expression and gave a cold laugh.

"I knew it. They've given them all the easy jobs, like patrolling the platform and waiting room. We old folks are left to go wherever we want, traveling all over the country, and we don't even get a hot meal."

Xiao Lü sat up straight in her chair: "Sister Wang, is Sima Bin going to claim all the patrol duties at the platform as his own people's?"

Sister Wang lowered her head, clutching the notebook tightly in her hand, and it took her a long time to say something.

"With good public security at the end of the year, we'll definitely be recognized as an advanced unit. Then... I'm afraid it'll be related to those few people."

These words caused an uproar in the office.