Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

In the backyard of the inspection bureau, Fang Yingxia helped Yuanyuan apply the medicine, and then she fell into a deep sleep.

The little girl curled up in the corner of the bed, like a frightened kitten.

Even in his sleep, his brows remained tightly furrowed, unable to relax.

Chen Mo gently covered Yuan Yuan with the blanket, held her little hand, and subtly released a wisp of Yin energy.

After a few breaths, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I was just a little frightened, but otherwise there was nothing wrong.

Now that I think about it, the little lamb that kept burrowing into my arms must have been this girl.

Fortunately, Fang Yingxia meddled in this matter today; otherwise, the consequences could have been unimaginable.

The three shepherds have already been recruited. The Chang Le Gang is just a middleman. The real buyers are actually the people from the Xikai Church.

The shepherd had no idea what the other party intended to do with these people.

Unfortunately, there's nothing we can do about it now...

Just as he was pondering this, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps outside.

The curtain was lifted, and a bald head poked in first, its surface shiny with oil.

"Chen Mo!"

The man who arrived was none other than the bald guy from the second team. "Finally found you! Director Zhou wants to see you!"

"Where to?" Chen Mo didn't move.

"Shen Tou's office!"

"it is good."

The two of them lifted the curtain and went out one after the other.

A lamp hung under the porch in the backyard, casting a dim, yellowish light that stretched two long shadows.

The night wind carried the pungent smell of hay and livestock.

The bald man suddenly slowed down, turned his head to look at him, and his eyes held a subtle expression.

"I just heard about your matter. The manager of the Chang Le Gang is quick to act."

"I've been with the Eastern District Inspection Bureau for almost five years, and this is the first time I've seen someone as bold as you."

When he said this, his tone was one of genuine admiration, not sarcastic or mocking.

Chen Mo glanced at him.

He didn't know much about the bald man, only that he was the captain of the second team, had a good reputation, but was a bit of a chatterbox and liked to talk about everything.

"What does Director Shen want with me?" Chen Mo asked.

"have no idea."

The bald man shook his head. "Director Zhou came to tell you to hurry over. I think he's probably here to cause trouble."

"You killed someone's people, and the boss behind them will definitely demand an explanation."

He added, "When you go in, try to be patient. You know our leaders, they're most afraid of falling out with the Chamber of Commerce."

"You had a good time firing those shots at the end of East Street, but someone has to clean up your mess afterward."

Chen Mo didn't reply. The two walked through the logistics department's corridor and entered the main building of the inspection bureau through a side door.

As soon as I arrived at Shen Dajiang's office, I saw that the door was half open and a strong smell of smoke was coming out.

Bald Liu stopped at the door, winked at him, and turned to leave, his meaning clear: go in by yourself, I'm not getting involved.

Chen Mo raised his hand and knocked on the door frame twice.

"Come in." It was Zhou Peiwen's voice.

Shen Dajiang sat in a chair behind his desk, a cigarette between his fingers, and the ashtray in front of him was already stuffed with several cigarette butts.

His expression was calm, revealing nothing.

Zhou Peiwen sat on the sofa next to him, a steaming teacup in front of him.

He saw Chen Mo come in, nodded slightly, signaling him not to be stubborn and to bear with it.

A middle-aged man was sitting on the sofa opposite, wearing a gray suit, gold-rimmed glasses, and his hair was slicked back and shiny.

Chen Mo had never seen this person before, but he could roughly guess who it was—either from the Chamber of Commerce or from the Municipal Bureau.

"Chen Mo".

Zhou Peiwen spoke first, "You haven't met this leader before, have you? Let me introduce you."

He raised his hand towards the man in the gray suit.

"This is Director Han Boyuan, from our General Affairs Department. He's in charge of all the financial transactions and material allocation between the Chamber of Commerce and the Inspection Bureau."

Han Boyuan put down his teacup, nodded slightly to Chen Mo, and had a polite smile on his lips.

His smile was professional, neither too warm nor too cold.

Chen Mo nodded in return.

"I called you here today for no other reason than someone from the Chamber of Commerce sent word that you killed several people at the end of East Street, and they want an explanation."

Han Boyuan spoke, his tone carrying a businesslike air.

Zhou Peiwen quickly chimed in, his tone carrying a hint of explanation, "Director Han, the matter at the end of East Street was a case involving animal breeding techniques. Chen Mo was on official duty at the time..."

"Director Zhou," Han Bo interrupted him, "Let's put aside the matter of animal creation for now. I'm not here today to discuss the case with you."

He took off his glasses and slowly wiped them with a piece of velvet cloth.

"The people from the Chamber of Commerce told me that one of their people died, killed by the police."

"As for why they died, or whether they deserved to die, they don't really care."

"What they care about is that the inspectors beat one of their men to death in the street without even saying a word."

"If word gets out, what will the other board members think? What will those big bosses who pay their dues on time every year think?"

He put his glasses back on and his gaze fell on Chen Mo.

What they want is an attitude.

Shen Dajiang sat behind his desk and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

"Director Han, I have already looked into the matter at the end of East Street. Animal breeding is a prohibited case. According to regulations, anyone who obstructs the investigation can be shot on the spot."

"The handling of Chen Mo is legally justifiable."

Han Boyuan nodded without refuting.

"Director Shen, regulations are regulations, and reasoning is reasoning; I'm not going to argue with you."

"But as you know, the Chamber of Commerce doesn't look at the rules; they look at personal relationships, face, and the rules."

"If your inspection bureau's people beat one of their people to death in the street and you don't even have an explanation, then their side says that next month's budget may need to be reconsidered."

Everyone present could understand what he meant.

Reconsidering means only one thing: halve it.

Shen Dajiang tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

Zhou Peiwen leaned closer, his voice a fraction lower than before, "The budget for the Dongcheng branch was set at the beginning of the year. If the Chamber of Commerce cuts it at the last minute, our operations will be very difficult..."

"Director Shen," Han Boyuan shrugged, his tone tinged with helplessness, "It's no use telling me this. I'm just a messenger. I can't control what the big bosses at the Chamber of Commerce think."

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then put it down.

"That's why I said, all they want is an explanation, not for you to pay compensation or pay with your life, they just want you to make a statement."

"Let the people at the Chamber of Commerce know that the Inspection Bureau isn't heartless; we can still discuss things."

"With this attitude, I can easily explain myself when I get back. They'll save face, and the money will naturally be allocated next month, making things easier for everyone."

A fine layer of sweat had formed on Zhou Peiwen's forehead, and his smile was somewhat strained.

"Director Han is right," he nodded repeatedly. "We definitely need to show this attitude. Chen Mo is young and a bit impulsive..."

He seemed to be carefully choosing his words, then turned to look at Shen Dajiang, who nodded slightly.

"Director Han, how about this? Chen Mo handled this matter a bit hastily today. Although the case of animal creation techniques is plausible, the method used... well, there are indeed aspects that are worth discussing."

"What I mean is, let him rest for a while and calm down."

"Let's put the acting captain's position on hold for now. We'll deal with it after things calm down."

As he said this, he looked at Han Boyuan, but out of the corner of his eye, he was observing Chen Mo's reaction.

Han Boyuan raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not reply immediately.

He glanced at Zhou Peiwen, then at Shen Dajiang, and finally his gaze settled on Chen Mo.

"This attitude..." He pondered for a moment, "is somewhat understandable. Becoming a captain at such a young age does make one prone to impulsiveness."

"A rest and some reflection wouldn't be a bad thing for him."

He took off his glasses and wiped them again, much slower than before.

Chen Mo stood to the side, listening with a mix of boredom and sadness.

The police inspection bureau, a violent agency, was actually controlled by a few dollars...

"Alright."

The space was silent for a few seconds. Han Boyuan put his glasses back on. "With this explanation, I can go back and report."

"That's exactly what the Chamber of Commerce wants—to let them know that the Inspection Bureau isn't a place to protect its own, and that everyone has to take responsibility for their mistakes."

He stood up and straightened his suit collar.

"A written statement will still be issued, but there's no rush. We'll talk about it in a few days. Once things have calmed down and everyone's anger has subsided, this matter will be considered closed."

"As for the funding... I'll cover it for you for now."

"But you can't put me in such a difficult position either."

Shen Dajiang stood up and shook hands with him. "Director Han, thank you for making this trip. I'll treat you to dinner another day."

"Director Shen, you're too kind."

Han Boyuan smiled, his expression becoming more sincere than before. "It's all for work, all for work."

He turned and walked towards the door, glancing at Chen Mo as he passed by.

"Young man, take a good rest. There's plenty of time in the future."

He pushed open the door and went out.

The office fell silent.

Shen Dajiang leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples with one hand.

Zhou Peiwen sat on the sofa and sighed. "Chen Mo, come and sit down."

He pointed to the sofa next to him, poured him a cup of tea, and pushed it in front of him.

The tea was cold, so Chen Mo didn't drink it.

"Don't take what I just said to heart." Zhou Peiwen rubbed his hands together. "Giving you a month off isn't a punishment, it's... it's giving you a way out, and also giving the Inspection Bureau a way out."

"Let me tell you the truth, those shots you fired at the end of East Street were well done."

"But in this world, you can't just stand firm by fighting well."

"What does the Dongcheng Precinct rely on throughout the year?"

"Is it relying on that 20,000 silver dollars allocated by Parliament? What can that even do?"

"The remaining losses were all covered by the chamber of commerce and the major players in the area..."

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