Chen Ke looked at Nie Zhao, waiting for him to make a statement.
But it was Chen Rou who spoke. She said, "Cousin, I met with Nie Yao alone, but he didn't want to say much to me."
Chen Ke said, "He has a naturally aloof personality and his words can be harsh, but he has a good heart and his actions are impeccable."
Chen Rou said, "Since he is so good at his job, why don't you just keep using him?"
Chen Ke was an honest man who also liked to put himself in other people's shoes.
He said, "Firstly, it's too dangerous here, and secondly, he doesn't have a formal position and doesn't even receive a salary. We feel uneasy about relying on his help for nothing."
He sat on the edge of the bed, and Chen Rou turned around and sat down next to him, smiling as she said, "You should think of it this way: in your unit, so many people would kill to come here, but he can stay for a long time. What a great opportunity for him to gain practical experience!"
Chen Ke and his comrades receive double the salary of regular soldiers, plus a travel allowance. Indeed, they currently receive the highest salary in the country. Moreover, those who can come here for training will be promoted to two bars and four stars upon their return. Of course, everyone would be willing to come. But Nie Yao is different. He could have enjoyed a comfortable life, but he came here to suffer.
He still felt something was wrong, but Chen Rou said, "He naturally loves writing. He can accumulate material and hone his writing skills by staying with you. He doesn't lack money and just likes to stay here, so why do you want to drive him away?"
This is blatant lying, because Nie Yao was brought here bound and tied up. Until last month, when everyone went on a mission, they were worried that he would run away and be kidnapped again, so they would tie him up again.
Until recently, when he was tied up, he would go on strike and wouldn't run away, so we gradually stopped tying him up.
Chen Ke was a little angry: "Arou, he was kidnapped and he's always thinking about leaving."
Chen Rou smiled and said, "How about this, you go ask him now if he still wants to leave. If he does, we'll take him with us, but if he doesn't..."
Whenever she saw Chen Ke, she couldn't help but feel an urge to call him "Dad," but she paused and changed her words, saying, "Cousin, writers like to practice asceticism and nourish themselves with pain. You don't understand, but Nie Yao likes pain."
Nie Zhao wasn't nervous. He had brought so many bodyguards. If Chen Ke didn't want him, or if Nie Yaofei came back with him, he could just tie him up and dump him in Europe or somewhere else. But what puzzled him was Chen Rou's attitude.
She asked Chen Ke to ask Nie Yao if he wanted to leave, which was like asking a dog if it wanted to gnaw on a bone.
Just like a dog likes to gnaw on a bone, it's only natural that Nie Yao would want to return to Hong Kong.
Chen Ke was too straightforward and upright. Even in front of his wealthy cousin, he would say whatever came to mind. He said, "Arou, no one likes to stay in a place like this. You wait here, I'll go ask him right now."
He assumed Nie Yao would definitely leave, and added, "You must not follow Master Er's example and leave without saying goodbye. You must wait for me."
Chen Rou also stood up, but said, "I want to take Hu Yong out for a spin in the helicopter and teach him some piloting experience. Please approve the mission first, and then I'll ask Nie Yao."
Chen Ke objected again: "You need to rest now, you need to sleep!"
Chen Rou countered, "How long has it been since you last slept?"
Chen Ke hadn't slept for 24 hours. Just as he was about to choke, Chen Rou came out with a smile: "If you can work through the night, why do you think I can't?"
Chen Ke thought to himself, "Why is this child so stubborn?"
The helicopter needed his authorization to connect to the ground radar before it could take off. While he was turning on the radar, Chen Rou was already on the tarmac. The sun was setting, and most of the international police officers were gathered around the helicopter.
Hu Yong, the lucky one who was named today, is not very tall, only 175cm, but he is muscular. He was warming up by running when he saw Chen Rou coming. He suddenly sprinted to her and then stopped abruptly.
Chen Rou smiled and said, "The weather is great today, there shouldn't be any special circumstances. We'll just take a casual stroll, you don't need to be so nervous."
Hu Yong, though small in stature, had a loud voice that made Boss Nie's ears ring: "Yes!"
Why are there so few pilots among these international police officers? Because fighter pilots have strict height restrictions and cannot exceed 180cm. However, special police officers are in very specific positions and need tall, agile individuals. Height is a hard requirement, so naturally, the chances of being recruited are slim.
Chen Rou, as was her habit, used her hands to support herself on the rings and jumped up from the ground, moving her whole body directly to the cockpit.
She felt something was off, and suddenly turned around to see Yue Zhongqi squatting under the green belt, rolling tobacco leaves.
Rolling tobacco leaves with newspaper is the cheapest way to smoke. Yue Zhongqi wouldn't smoke that kind of cigarette if he wasn't broke. Then, thinking back to the frozen cake he found in the freezer the night before last, Chen Rou understood. He had used all his allowance to buy her the cake, and now that he had no money, he could only roll his own cigarettes.
Chen Rou suddenly remembered that when she started working, she needed to raise money to buy a house, and the money was given to her by Yue Zhongqi.
She likes riding modified motorcycles, and her first Harley was actually a gift from Yue Zhongqi.
He just wanted to experience firsthand what it was like for her to pilot the plane, but there was no one in the seat.
Nie Zhao didn't actually have to go. If he really wanted to sit, she could take him from Central to the sand factory every day after they returned to Hong Kong, or take a stroll around Happy Valley. So, let him go down and let Yue Zhongqi come up.
But it was too late. With eight hands lifting one buttock, Boss Nie had already been lifted into the back seat by his four henchmen and placed in the command seat. Looking down from above, he first fastened his seatbelt and then put on his helmet, his hands gripping the seatbelt tightly. His eyes seemed to be afraid that Chen Rou would change her mind and kick him out.
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