How ironic! The young wife is so capable and shrewd, while her mother is an old revolutionary who was wronged. She rarely comes back to invest, and it's like she's returning to her parents' home. She gets robbed as soon as she lands.
Is there no law anymore? Is there no rule of law?
Putting all that aside, there's one thing: Chen Ke doesn't report others behind his back, believing that the innocent will clear themselves. But even though he doesn't report others, plenty of people do. And just yesterday, the person who disliked him came to deliver the knife and reported him behind his back.
If he hadn't come to see the old leader, that little report would never have been cleared up.
So after fuming for a while, the old man suddenly turned around and said, "So you haven't been back to your post for more than two months, in the capital, not to try and find connections to stay?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Ke almost lost his temper, while Chen Rou put the knife back on the knife rack with a half-smile.
Chen Ke was truly wronged. Of course, now he finally spoke up. He said, "Old leader, the unit has records. Our travel expenses totaled only 30,000 yuan. It was reviewed three times, and I explained it three times. Also, the files of all 21 people in our unit were checked three times. I have been cooperating with the investigation."
The old commander fell silent again, and after a long while, he said, "You've been fried in oil three times and you still haven't broken down? Are you made of steel?"
The atmosphere was tense, but Chen Rou burst out laughing at the old man's remark.
Chen Ke felt a mix of bitterness, embarrassment, and a bit of amusement. He said in a low voice, "I am your soldier, and I was trained by you."
The old leader's brows were furrowed with worry, and he finally asked, "Who was that person? What was his name? How did he take the knife? You can tell me anything. Although I am old, my memory is not too bad."
This is something Chen Ke has to say, because Chen Rou is now a pure and innocent woman, a wife from Hong Kong.
Chen Ke first mentioned Wang Meng's name, then briefly described his time in the military, and said, "He currently runs a foreign trade company, but he handles all the international trade for all the hotels in the capital."
The old leader had never heard of Wang Meng before, so he naturally asked, "Does he have any relatives working in government agencies, or his parents or something? Do you know anyone?"
Now that things have come to this point, if they don't file a complaint soon, Chen Ke will be the one kicked out in a couple of days.
He said, "Old commander, I don't know much about Wang Meng, but I suspect he changed his name before joining the army. I don't know why, but back then in the army, given his lavish spending, he was definitely not an ordinary person."
The old leader understood immediately, pointing his finger into the air: "He was definitely the ringleader of the troublemakers back then."
There was once a group of teenagers who, in order to emulate the glory of their fathers, would either fight with bricks or smash and push things around, and they would overthrow all feudal superstitions, demons and monsters, and the Confucius father and son.
For ordinary kids, it's fine; they get a beating from their parents when they get home, and that's it once they realize they've done something wrong.
However, those who caused deaths or made particularly serious trouble should, in principle, be taken out and fed to peanuts.
Of course, some people who heard rumors hid away, and their parents pulled some strings to change their names. They transformed themselves into bold and daring individuals, and now that they see a business opportunity, they've started causing trouble again.
No wonder he's a veteran who's led troops in battle; compared to this old commander, Master Er and Master Dong are nothing.
His thinking was sharp and clear. He looked at Chen Rou again and said, "If he could make you willingly offer him your sword, there must be a reason why you had to submit. What is it?"
Chen Rou frankly stated, "30% of the net profit, and the investment is based on seniority, which means he doesn't have to spend a single penny."
At this moment, the old leader was so angry that the brow twitched: "He slashed me on the shoulder, he must have some extraordinary skills, right? What are his qualifications? Is he older than me, or more educated than me? Does he own the capital?"
This time, Chen Rou didn't say anything.
Because those in the know understand that the cost is ultimately borne by the consumer. And it's unlikely that business owners would be so willing to engage in charity and casually give away 30% of their profits to someone. So if Nie's chooses to cooperate with Wang Meng, they will add the portion given to him to the end consumer. In the end, the price of goods will increase, but who will really pay the price? It will still be the consumers, the ordinary people.
The fact that Wang Meng dared to make exorbitant demands in front of a large corporation like the Nie family, and that they still bowed their heads, proves that the difficulties the Nie family encountered after entering the business are beyond their ability to solve.
Moreover, he only wanted to see the knife; whoever had the knife in their hands owned it—that's universal logic.
But some people, just because he likes it, will snatch it from someone else and give it to him. What kind of behavior is that?
After holding it in for a long time, the old man finally let out a hoarse roar: "Bandits, even worse than bandits!"
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