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

Chen Zheng was stunned.

An Ran turned her head away somewhat awkwardly.

"I don't know what you're doing, but Mulan belongs to everyone, not just you."

"You can't just take that little girl Yao Yao with you every time you go out, making me, the team leader, feel like I'm just a decoration."

Chen Zheng almost burst out laughing when he saw An Ran's bright red ear tips.

He shook his head with a wry smile: "Didn't I say yesterday that I would call you if anything happened?"

An Ran snorted coldly, turned around, opened the door, and strode out.

She hadn't gone far when she suddenly stopped and ran back.

Walking up to Chen Zheng, An Ran took out something wrapped in tin foil from her pocket and shoved it into Chen Zheng's hand.

Chen Zheng looked down and saw it was a compressed biscuit.

"You didn't go to the cafeteria again at noon, did you? Do you think you're made of iron?"

After saying that, An Ran ran away without looking back.

Chen Zheng weighed the hard, compressed biscuit in his hand, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

At the same time, the main family.

Zong Yanhui sat in the armchair, his expression very stern.

What Wei Chongde mentioned almost made him faint with anger.

Someone actually dared to mess with the Wei family.

Moreover, the person who came claimed to be a direct descendant of the main family and brought a subordinate with a powerful aura.

Wei Chongde described his subordinate's appearance very clearly over the phone.

Young, tall, and not talkative, but the moment he steps out, he exudes an indescribable sense of danger.

Upon hearing this, Zong Yanhui knew who it was.

Chen Zheng.

He immediately understood the whole story.

Chen Zheng knows about the Wei family, which means that the kid has already gotten his hands on Lanmeng's raw material supply chain.

Taking that brat Yao Yao along to impersonate a direct descendant of the main family and cause trouble shows that Chen Zheng is using people within the main family to gather intelligence.

Moreover, how could Chen Zheng, a soldier, possibly know how to start from the smallest herbal medicine shop and trace the entire financial chain and supply chain?

There must be a powerful figure behind this kid.

They were either powerful families who had a grudge against them, or important figures from the capital.

Thinking of the number of times, Zong Yanhui suddenly stood up.

"Someone come here!"

His trusted aide immediately pushed open the door and came in, bowing his head and waiting for instructions.

"First, take the best people to the Wei family immediately!"

"Move or destroy everything related to Lanmeng—the account books, the medicinal herbs, and the equipment!"

The confidant immediately nodded.

"Secondly, give me more effort, preferably you do it yourself, and thoroughly investigate the family to see which traitorous beast is tipping off Chen Zheng!"

"Focus your investigation on that good-for-nothing Zong Aoming!"

"That little bastard owes way more than just a little money!"

"If anything is found out, don't report it to me, just throw him into the river."

Because the Zong family has been under large-scale martial law these past few days, the number of people sent out to investigate Zong Aoming's affairs is limited, and the efficiency is not very high.

He had previously thought that Zong Aoming at most owed some gambling debts.

Now it seems that this little bastard might have owed a lot of money, and then sold all the family's secrets in order to pay it back.

The trusted confidant accepted the order and quickly withdrew.

Zong Yanhui was left alone in the study again.

He walked to the window and gave a cold laugh.

"Chen Zheng, do you think you can bring down my clan's century-old legacy with this little bit of stuff?"

"You're still too green, you little brat."

This self-talk was quite assertive.

But the hand he was holding the teacup with revealed that he was clearly not as calm as he appeared.

The evidence may not be very sufficient, and the charges may not be very serious.

But if the higher-ups really wanted to get rid of him, even the slightest charge would be too much for the Zong family to bear.

It has been more than forty years since the main family came into his hands.

We absolutely cannot let it be destroyed by our own hands!

Absolutely not!

……

In the afternoon, Chen Zheng stared at the moving dot on the screen, frowning.

The Zong family's black SUV had already crossed the county border; at this speed, it would reach the Wei family in another two hours.

Actually, although they said nice things and that the crime wasn't serious, it was enough.

But the scanned copies of the Wei family's accounts, Lan Meng's data, and the financial records between the Zong family and the Wei family.

It's not that big, but it's not that small either.

Is it enough to get the higher-ups to overturn the verdict?

He was also a little unsure.

The second-in-command made the final decision on Lan Meng's old case, punishing both sides severely, which was tantamount to extending the life of the Zong family.

Now that he's trying to overturn the verdict with this new evidence, won't the second-in-command feel like this is a slap in the face for him?

When it comes to slapping your boss in the face, it's not enough to just be right.

You need someone to protect you.

He thought about An Yuanchao's phone call several times.

Don't keep people waiting too long.

Who is that person?

That guy surnamed Shen.

An Jianjun had been absent-minded ever since he returned from the provincial capital, smoking one cigarette after another at the night market.

Chen Zheng has been dealing with An Jianjun for quite some time.

Even when it comes to big things, An Jianjun acts just like himself, all cocky and arrogant.

There's only one possibility that could have made him like this.

He encountered someone who was unsure and heard things he dared not judge.

That Director Shen is probably that person.

Chen Zheng stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and then came to a conclusion.

Go see him.

It's not about asking for authorization or making any promises.

He only needs one signal.

As long as he's heading in the right direction, he's willing to forge the entire remaining path.

Thinking this, Chen Zheng stood up.

The keyboard looked up, giving him a puzzled look.

"Instructor, where are you going?"

"Go out for a bit."

"Where to?"

"provincial capital."

……

provincial capital.

The streets of the old town are lined with gray brick buildings constructed in the 1980s.

Chen Zheng was wearing an ordinary dark jacket, without a thermos, and with his hands empty, standing in front of a building with a sign that read "Third Guesthouse of Provincial Government Offices".

The guesthouse looked exactly like the building next door. If it weren't for the two plainclothes officers standing ramrod straight at the entrance, he would have almost thought he had gone to the wrong place.

The address An Yuanchao provided was absolutely correct.

Director Shen lives in such a low-key place.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. It would be abnormal for a big shot from Beijing to stay in a five-star hotel.

People with a more prestigious background are usually more low-key.

As Chen Zheng walked to the door, two plainclothes officers looked over at the same time.

The taller one on the left has a square face and a walkie-talkie on his waist.

The one on the right is thinner, but has sharp eyes.

"Comrade, please show your identification," the square-faced man said.

Chen Zheng gave his name and unit number, and then took out his officer's ID.

His square-faced expression remained unchanged. He picked up the walkie-talkie, turned to the side, and whispered a few words.

Then he turned back and said expressionlessly, "Please wait a moment."

Chen Zheng nodded, took two steps back, and leaned against the wall next to the entrance of the corridor.

Next to it was a red fire extinguisher box, and further to the right was a potted green ivy, but most of its leaves were yellow.

They're almost dead and they still haven't watered them. The logistics at this guesthouse are really terrible.

Five minutes passed.

Ten minutes passed.

Fifteen minutes passed.

The two plainclothes officers at the door were still standing there, occasionally glancing at him, but they didn't seem to want him to go up.