After watching the henchman leave, he took out his phone and continued making calls.

In the past, whether it was his father or Chen Xianhai, when Erye was a big boss, he always thought that big bosses were glamorous and authoritative. He also thought that someone as stupid, slovenly, and lazy as himself could not be a big boss.

But when he came to his senses, he had already become a big shot who commanded the entire Taichung. He finally realized that being a big shot was not difficult, because he was stupid and his henchmen were even stupider than him. But being a big shot was not easy either.

Because his subordinates are all a bunch of brainless and reckless idiots, what kind of boss is he? He has to be both father and mother to them, and even spend money to subsidize their lives. He even has to spend money to buy them Indian herbal oil. What's so great about being a boss?

The Taiwanese boy has lost his former ambition to become a big shot and wants to escape every day.

Amidst all the annoying trifles, the only thing that could bring him joy was news of his sister, Ms. Chen Juan.

He had called her twice but she didn't answer, and he was getting a little annoyed, so she called him back.

The Taiwanese guy answered and asked, "Did you sleep well last night? Was it hard?"

Li Jianmei, formerly known as Li Jianmei, now known as Chen Juan, said, "It wasn't hard work, and we're really happy today."

The Taiwanese man asked with a laugh, "Why? Weren't you worried before you went that people would laugh at you?"

Chen Juan laughed and said, "No, we have so many things to talk about! I'm busy now, bye~"

With so many people in the world, Taipei's streets are bustling with people when you step out of your home.

But everyone has a limited number of relatives, and Wan Daozai has even fewer, with only Chen Juan among them.

She is his daughter on the household registration book and will legally inherit a portion of his property. But that is only right, because without Xiao Chenjuan, the Taiwanese boy would have died long ago on the high seas.

Girls grow up and have their own lives and friends, so Chen Juan hung up the phone in a hurry.

Of course, Wan Daozai knew what day it was. Because of the grand event that was about to begin, all his boats had been notified to stop operating, his business was suspended, and he was resting at home today.

He took out his phone, wanting to call Ms. Chen, the woman who had scared him so much he wet his pants the moment they met, but then thought better of it. Her husband was a stingy man; if he called too many times, he would get upset and secretly make things difficult for her.

If he couldn't afford to offend her, he would avoid her, so he stopped calling Ms. Chen.

He then called Song Yuanchao, wanting to congratulate him and ask about his mood and what he was doing that day—was he having a party with Miss Chen to celebrate their victory?

Song Yuanchao, that ugly guy with a dark face, actually managed to win over the eldest daughter of the Nie family.

Inevitably, Taiwanese people will also feel envious and jealous, and might want to say a few sarcastic remarks to provoke Song Yuanchao.

But after he dialed, it only rang once before he hung up.

He then quickly pressed the keys and sent a text message to Song Yuanchao.

The text message contained two sentences: "Arise, ye who refuse to be slaves! Let our flesh and blood build a new Great Wall!"

To others, it might seem nonsensical, but those two sentences were his lifesaver.

Song Yuanchao promised that as long as he learned to sing that song, no matter where he was or what danger he encountered, he would risk his life to save Wan Daozai's life.

Song Yuanchao kept his word and led a large group of people into the park to save his life. This Taiwanese guy is a true man, and he will never forget the kindness. Send a message to Song Yuanchao to cheer him up.

Song Yuanchao stood under the scorching sun, gazing at the gate of the Governor's Mansion.

Hearing his phone ring, he took it out and saw it was a Taiwanese number, so he guessed it was someone from Taiwan. Since now wasn't the time to argue, he was about to hang up when the other person hung up on him. Just as he was about to put his phone away, it rang again.

He pulled it out, ready to send a text message criticizing the Taiwanese guy.

But when he saw the text message, he couldn't help but smile. However, when he noticed that there were reporters taking pictures of him, he immediately stopped smiling. With his sunglasses on, he didn't care about anyone. He was still the same tough guy with a dark face who always accompanied Boss Nie.

But just as he was about to put his phone away, it rang again.

It's that Taiwanese guy messing with him again; he's probably looking for trouble.

Does he still want to continue the Nie family business?

However, upon seeing the number on the external screen, Song Yuanchao immediately flipped the phone back: "Team Leader Chen".

It was Chen Ke who asked, "Is everything going smoothly over there? Have you found any suspicious individuals around?"

Although there were soldiers, police, and Flying Tigers, Song Yuanchao, the undercover agent, was also indispensable.

In case of any unexpected situation, Song Yuanchao should notify Chen Ke and the others so that they can take appropriate measures.

He looked around and said, "Reporting to the captain, everything is normal."

Chen Ke had a lot to say, but in the end he only said, "Thank you for your hard work. Do your best in your last shift."

Song Yuanchao said, "Of course."

He hung up the phone, put it in his pocket, and straightened his chest.

So the Taiwanese were wrong. Song Yuanchao did not throw a party to celebrate. Instead, as usual, he remained at his post, working diligently and quietly, on his last shift before retiring.

From the very beginning, he chose to go undercover in the Philippines, and up until today, this last shift of his mission—if there's anything to celebrate, then he certainly deserves to celebrate now that it's over, because he has successfully completed the task assigned to him by his organization.

However, just as Chen Ke, Yue Zhongqi, Wang Baodao, Hu Yong, and all his comrades-in-arms were still carrying out their duties, Song Yuanchao was simply working as well.

They are not the main characters, nor even the supporting characters, of the grand event that is about to begin tonight. If you were to ask them what they are, Song Yuanchao thinks they should be like nuts, bolts, and screws.

They were all unknown and inconspicuous, yet they were so important.

As a cog in the national machine, all he needs to do is to perform his duties diligently and seriously.

For Song Yuanchao himself, today is of extraordinary significance.

But not all excitement and joy need to be expressed through loud singing and cheering.

As an older man whom even his young wife always says is too dull and lacks romance, Song Yuanchao is naturally not good at expressing himself in a more unrestrained and wild way. His joy is just a trickle, flowing only in his heart.