I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

Ignoring the stares directed at him, Chen Zheng swaggered to the coffee table and plopped down in the chair that had been prepared for him.

He also picked up the thermos on the coffee table and filled his thermos with boiling water.

As if that wasn't enough, he took out the goji berries that An Jianjun had placed under the coffee table, scooped several spoonfuls into it, and then looked at the old man in the main seat.

"Old An, that's not fair of you."

Before An Yuanchao could react, An Jianjun turned his head and looked at the black goji berries that filled half of Chen Zheng's thermos cup, his eyes twitching.

Those are specially supplied black goji berries. When I drink them myself, I just use tweezers or a spoon to pick up a little bit.

That kid, when no one was looking, scooped in three whole large spoonfuls of it. He's a pure thief.

An Yuanchao, sitting in the main seat, was not angry at all; instead, he clapped his hands and laughed.

"Alright, alright, I knew I couldn't hide it from you, kid."

Chen Zheng shook his head: "Dozens of mercenaries from the Northern Cold Army, more than a dozen fully armed Slavic elites, not a single person in the entire Northeast Military Region dared to step forward, and they all came looking for a female special forces team from the Southwest Military Region. You still had to find them privately."

"Sir, your act is a bit too fake..."

The office was filled with the aroma of tea, but the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Political Commissar Yang Guohua, sitting next to An Jianjun, pushed up his glasses, his gaze shifting back and forth between Chen Zheng and An Yuanchao, wisely choosing to keep his mouth shut.

In such a high-stakes match, even the slightest interruption can easily backfire.

An Yuanchao still smiled, leaning forward slightly: "It's not that I really don't want to get involved, it's just that this matter involves multiple forces, please forgive me."

Chen Zheng met the old man's gaze with a blank expression, but couldn't help twitching his lips.

I really hadn't thought about what would happen if I couldn't come back.

"Alright, I've handed over my secrets to you, and the task is complete. Shouldn't we settle the appearance fee now?"

Upon hearing this, An Yuanchao turned to An Jianjun and gestured with his chin, indicating that he should hurry up and proceed with the procedures.

An Jianjun rolled his eyes, opened the bottom safe drawer of his desk, took out a red-headed document bag stamped with a top-secret seal, and pushed it to the center of the desk.

"In view of the outstanding performance of the Mulan Special Forces Team in this top-secret operation, after unanimous deliberation by the higher-ups, it has been decided..." He spoke in official jargon as he untied the binding thread on the document bag.

Soon, the file folder tilted, and several brand-new epaulets slid out.

An Jianjun picked out two sets and pushed them in front of Chen Zheng.

"Comrade Chen Zheng has been promoted to lieutenant colonel and is now under the direct command of the Southwest Military Region."

Even though Political Commissar Yang already knew about the decision, he was still speechless when he saw the two bars and two stars on the shoulder insignia.

A lieutenant colonel in his early twenties.

Although the main reason is that Chen Zheng previously worked in a civilian position, and it is easier for civilian military ranks to rise, so his starting point was high.

But no matter what, this speed of promotion is hard to find in the entire peaceful and prosperous military history of the Dragon Kingdom.

Chen Zheng picked up the epaulettes and carefully put them away.

Playing around is fine, but official matters are not to be joked about.

"Meng Yi, Lamu, and other female soldiers who participated in actual combat were collectively promoted to first-class sergeant, and the remaining team members who did not participate in combat were awarded a collective second-class merit," An Jianjun continued.

Chen Zheng carefully tucked the epaulets into his body, then leaned forward and asked in a low voice, "What do they plan to do with the contents of that box?"

The room fell silent instantly.

An Jianjun's expression turned serious, then he said solemnly, "You shouldn't have asked that question."

Seeing his alarmed reaction, Chen Zheng immediately understood.

It seems that this virus, and the evidence it involves, are more complex than I thought.

What could make a major general wary must have involved the central government.

Chen Zheng nodded and leaned back in his chair.

"Understood."

"But since we've risked our lives and taken the blame for such a huge mess, just giving us a promotion probably isn't enough."

Chen Zheng held up three fingers and waved them in front of An Jianjun, a kind smile playing on his lips.

"Mulan needs three times the ammunition rations for the second half of the year."

An Jianjun's eyes widened immediately:

"Three times? Your Mulan only has about ten people at most, and you want three times the ammunition? Do you think the supply depot is my personal property?!"

Others ask for equipment by the box, but this kid immediately tripled the price. He's treating the supply depot like a supermarket; BYD is having a promotion.

Chen Zheng shook his head: "Brigade Commander, it's hurtful to say that."

"Fine, if you won't give it to me, then I'll take some men to the Fierce Tiger Company tomorrow to borrow some."

"I heard Zhao Lei recently got a batch of new equipment. Anyway, they don't really know how to use it, and it's just gathering dust in the warehouse. Why not let my female soldiers practice on it?"

Upon hearing this, An Jianjun couldn't help but curse inwardly: What a military scoundrel!

Borrowing from a tiger? Is that borrowing? That's outright robbery!

If this plague god really leads his men to cause trouble, the Tiger Company's camp will probably have its door frames torn down.

If all the fuss goes on, the higher-ups will just try to smooth things over and give what they're owed.

An Yuanchao, sitting in the main seat, laughed again and shook his head repeatedly, pointing at Chen Zheng.

"Good lad, you've got the spirit we used to have when we were fighting!"

"Jianjun, give it to him!"

"This kid took down a fully armed special forces battalion with just a few girls, he's worth the price!"

Indeed, he saw it very clearly.

Putting everything else aside, just based on the biochemical samples Chen Zheng brought back, even if it meant getting three times the ammunition, it would still be worthwhile to equip an entire combined arms battalion.

With his father speaking, An Jianjun could only sigh and nod in acknowledgment.

At the same time, he was already plotting how to go to the quartermaster department to beg for money to fill this hole.

This trip is likely to involve a lot of gossip and backbiting.

Seeing this, Chen Zheng stood up and prepared to leave without lingering.

Just before leaving, he paused, then turned around and strode towards the coffee table.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the three, Chen Zheng reached under the table and scooped up the glass jar containing black goji berries.

Without any hesitation, he took the goji berries and the jar together.

"Commander An, thank you for the sponsorship. Remember to call me again if there's another lucrative opportunity like this next time."

Chen Zheng waved his hand and turned around.

The door slammed shut.

Inside the office, An Jianjun clutched his chest and took deep breaths in his chair.

He had to pull a lot of strings to get that!

They were all wiped out just like that!

In the corridor, Chen Zheng carried a thermos in one hand and a glass jar in the other, walking briskly towards the infirmary.

With the spoils in hand, it's time to go see those girls.

While you're at it, check Anran's arm. If it's damaged, we'll have to figure out how to reattach it.

If all else fails, we can get her a prosthetic leg...