Chen Rou had been feeling uneasy about one thing: she felt that the temporarily formed anti-terrorism and anti-gang special police team would be better led by Chen Ke. Of course, Yue Zhongqi was no less capable; they were equally matched.

However, she had never worked with the current leader and did not know him. But judging from common sense, Wang Baodao was capable and experienced. The old leader only needed to lift a finger and he would be the captain.

But at that time she had not seen the newspapers, nor did she know how the mainland or the international community defined the whole thing, let alone what the photos released to the public looked like.

But after returning to Hong Kong, she developed a slight fever because she had been caught in the rain and was genuinely exhausted. Fearing it might affect her child's development, she refused to take any medication and simply slept for two days. By the time her fever subsided on the third day, all the reports from various sources had already appeared. At her request, Uncle Ming had collected several stacks of related reports.

His wife had a fever, and his boss called him every three minutes. Uncle Ming was exhausted and talked to his boss several times about wanting to retire, but his boss kept raising his salary and refused to let him go, so he had to continue working under pressure.

He was naturally happy to hear that his wife's fever had finally subsided. He brought in the newspaper and morning tea and said with a smile, "Wife, please eat and read as you please. If you feel that the window is too hot, I will close the window for you and we will turn on the air conditioner."

Although it was hot, Chen Rou didn't like air conditioning and preferred to stay outdoors rather than cooped up indoors.

However, Li Xia had casually mentioned a female traditional Chinese medicine doctor from mainland China who taught her a method to combat pregnancy nausea. When she returned this time, the female doctor was standing in the living room with a smile, waiting to take her pulse.

Now, the female TCM doctor is advising her to breathe in natural air, but she's not allowed to leave the bedroom.

I estimate she'll be coming in soon to have her pulse checked again. I'll check her pulse three times a day and give her massages three times a day to help alleviate her morning sickness.

Chen Rou took the newspaper, smiled and dismissed Uncle Ming. Seeing that it contained various international English newspapers with only text briefs, she took out an English-Chinese dictionary and carefully read it through to see the attitudes and reactions of all parties.

Then there were several mainstream newspapers in Hong Kong, which should have been published this morning, and they had special pictures to accompany the text. They were basically full-page reports with two or three photos.

One of the pictures showed the horrific conditions of the concentration camp in the park, and another was a scene of the handover. The other picture was too crowded to see clearly, but Chen Ke made it into all the newspapers entirely on his own merit.

Some newspapers only selected one photo, and that was his.

Its natural composition makes even people who have no interest in the news willing to take a second look.

It's no exaggeration to say that it could even be used as a movie or book cover.

As Chen Rou was looking, a voice came from behind her: "Oh dear, this looks like..."

Chen Rou turned around and asked with a smile, "Does the doctor perhaps know this gentleman?"

It was the female traditional Chinese medicine doctor who arrived. She knew Li Xia and had also seen him when Chen Ke accompanied Li Xia to see a doctor.

Of course, the other party was just a patient's family member, and she only glanced at him; she didn't really know him. However, she specifically said, "He's from mainland China. I saw in the news that he must be working abroad. That's really impressive; he's even in the newspapers."

Now that Chen Ke has appeared in almost every newspaper in the Asia-Pacific region, his position as captain is practically secure.

After all, even if the leader favors his son, he still has to be mindful of the impact on all aspects, so Chen Rou stopped worrying about it.

However, Chen Rou had to seriously consider the issue of those who would face demobilization and re-employment after returning home. Of course, they absolutely could not be allowed to have any contact with the gangsters in Kowloon, because they were a bunch of rabble. Those who retired from the military, on the other hand, were a group of seemingly tough but actually naive fools, blank slates.

If they come into contact with those gangs in Kowloon, they'll be corrupted in no time.

So what should we do?

Turning to the newspaper's advertising page, Chen Rou saw several ads for "[private investigator, 24-hour hotline]" among a pile of ads for moving, renting, and restaurant openings. Since it seemed that there weren't any dedicated security companies in Hong Kong at the moment, Chen Rou thought, why not invest her own money and open a bodyguard company to handle escorting goods and people?

Those guys are all former special forces soldiers, so they're perfect for being bodyguards.

Moreover, as long as they are managed in a militarized manner and have less contact with outsiders, they are unlikely to go astray.

After taking Chen Rou's pulse, the female TCM doctor gave her a massage for a while, then quietly left with her medicine tray.

The Nie brothers happened to be there. She had gone out a few days ago, and of course they didn't know where she had gone. But after she came back, she caught a cold and had been bedridden for two days. Seeing that her bedroom door was open, the two of them huddled together, wanting to come in and ask her.

But just as they were about to come over, Song Yuanchao went upstairs and knocked on the door.

Chen Rou turned around, smiled, and said, "I'm all better now, I can't possibly infect you, take off your mask."

Song Yuanchao said in a muffled voice, "No, no, my cold hasn't gotten better yet, I'm afraid of infecting you."

He looked Chen Rou up and down carefully and said, "Madam, you've lost a lot of weight."

Chen Rou noticed that one of his trouser legs was noticeably thicker than the other, and asked, "Is your leg injured?"

In fact, although it seems like the Russian guy did the most work, it was actually Song Yuanchao who did the most work.

That was the seabed, with a total of nine containers stacked haphazardly together. They had to be repeatedly submerged and their positions adjusted so that they could be hoisted up. Sam started having difficulty breathing after only three hours of diving.

Song Yuanchao was also short of breath, and his lungs almost burst, but in order to clear everything out as soon as possible, he was the one who went into the water the most from the beginning to the ICPO group. He even coughed up blood on the way back.

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