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

Anran sat calmly on the long bench, listening to Ram's story without moving for a long time.

She didn't say anything comforting, but just stared at Ram's sad face for more than a minute before suddenly standing up.

"Let's go find the instructor."

Ram instinctively took a half-step back.

She didn't want to make a big deal out of her personal affairs, and she didn't want the instructor to think that she was using Mulan's background to deal with her family matters.

An Ran saw through her thoughts at a glance, and without bothering to say anything, she reached out and grabbed Ram's arm, walking towards the door.

"Go back yourself. With your temper, you'll only create more problems, not solve them."

"You really think you can take down a bunch of local thugs all by yourself?"

"Come with me."

Chen Zheng leaned back in his chair behind his desk, engrossed in reading the research notes that Fang Zhiyuan had forced upon him.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

Anran strode in, and Ram followed behind with his head hanging low.

Chen Zheng looked up from his notebook and saw Ram's red-rimmed eyes.

He closed his notebook, leaned back, raised his chin slightly, and pointed to the chair opposite him.

"Sit down and let's talk."

Ram took a deep breath and explained what had happened.

When she mentioned Tashi Dondrup's broken leg, her voice did not tremble, but her fists never loosened.

After hearing the whole story, Chen Zheng remained calm.

"How much influence does the Gongjue family have in the area? Has the county filed a case? What are the specific details of your father's injuries? What's the ownership of that land?"

All four questions get straight to the heart of the matter.

The scope of influence is the enemy's trump card, while the filing of a case depends on the degree of official intervention.

The extent of the injury depends on how far the incident has escalated, and whether it involves property rights means whether absolute justice can be achieved in terms of legal principles.

Ram pondered for a moment and answered each question one by one.

The county public security bureau has opened a case, but the three assailants were migrants from out of town and have already disappeared.

Tashi Dondrup suffered a fractured tibia and was put in a cast. He will need at least three to four months to recover before he can walk again.

The land is the family's ancestral home, with Tashi Dondrup's name written in black and white, and there are no disputes.

The Gongjue family coveted the land for tourism development. They first tried to persuade someone to help them, but when that failed, they resorted to threats. This time, seeing that gentle persuasion didn't work, they resorted to underhanded tactics.

Chen Zheng pondered for a moment.

The fearless Tibetan girl in front of me always has a louder voice than anyone else.

But this time, with her family members injured, she seemed completely helpless.

Chen Zheng lowered his head and pondered for a moment: "No need to ask for leave."

Upon hearing this, Ram froze.

No leave allowed?

My father's leg is broken, but the instructor won't give him leave?

Ram's lips trembled, and her eyes instantly reddened.

An Ran's expression changed, and she took half a step forward, wanting to speak, but saw Chen Zheng sigh.

"Why are you crying? I haven't finished speaking yet."

Ram looked up at him, her face blank.

Chen Zheng rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

"No need to ask for leave, which means this isn't a personal matter."

"I'll have someone investigate the background of this Gongjue family you mentioned. If necessary, I'll personally take you back."

"Calculate the allowance."

Ram was stunned again.

Her mouth was open, tears still streaming down her face, and her expression gradually became puzzled.

An Ran stood aside, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

She glanced at Chen Zheng, her lips twitched, but she didn't say anything. She simply retreated silently to the doorway.

Ram took several deep breaths, but couldn't say anything. She just stood there in front of the desk, silently shedding tears.

Chen Zheng ignored her, turned around, picked up his phone, and dialed a number.

Beep~ Beep~

"Brigade Commander, this is Chen Zheng."

An Jianjun's slightly hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone: "Are you crazy? You always call me in the middle of the night. Can't you do it during the day?"

"This is a special case. Help me investigate someone." Chen Zheng's tone remained calm. "Gongjue Sonam from Shigatse, Tibet, is a powerful family in the area."

An Jianjun paused for a moment, then asked, "Is it urgent?"

"urgent."

"Okay, I'll have someone contact the local authorities."

The phone hangs up.

Chen Zheng put down the receiver and turned to look at Lamu, who was still wiping away tears.

"Go back and rest first. I'll call you if I get any news."

Ram sniffed and whispered, "Instructor..."

"Um?"

"Thanks."

Chen Zheng waved his hand: "Don't thank me yet, let's talk about it after the investigation is finished."

Ram nodded, turned and walked out of the office.

When they reached the door, An Ran reached out and patted her on the back.

Ram turned to look at An Ran, wiped away her tears, and smiled, "Captain, I'm alright."

An Ran hummed in agreement and watched her walk away.

Then he turned around and looked at Chen Zheng.

She stared at him for several seconds, her eyes filled with both admiration and heartache.

This man is taking the blame for someone else's problems again.

He was the one who cared about Li Yue's father's leg, and he led the team that rescued Keyboard's friend, not to mention Jiang Nan, Song Jia, and others.

Now that something has happened to Lamu's family, he immediately took the blame upon himself.

An Ran opened her mouth, as if to say something.

In the end, he only walked to the table, picked up Chen Zheng's thermos, and silently headed towards the tea room.

When he returned, Chen Zheng was leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed.

Anran gently placed the thermos on the corner of the table without making a sound.

She sat down on a chair in the corner, just like she had during her days at the research institute in Beijing, quietly keeping watch.

About forty minutes passed.

The phone rang again.

Chen Zheng opened his eyes and picked up the receiver.

"I found out." An Jianjun's voice was much lower than before. "This Gongjue family is more complicated than you think."

"I had someone contact the local authorities in Shigatse. They weren't unaware of the Gongjue family's situation, but they just hadn't been able to intervene forcefully."

"Gongjue Suolang appears to be in the business of cordyceps and mining, but a large part of his funds don't match the accounts."

"The local authorities investigated once and found that a sum of money ultimately led to an overseas account."

"The account holder is connected to the nobles who fled from old Tibet back then."

As he spoke, An Jianjun couldn't help but sigh.

"As you know, when it comes to those who ran away, it's not just an economic issue."

"United Front work, historical legacies, and that unspeakable issue make the local authorities hesitant to take any action."

"After running into a wall once, the matter was shelved."

Chen Zheng didn't reply immediately, but leaned back in his chair and fell into thought.

The old aristocracy, foreign capital, and local forces have infiltrated the area.

These keywords combined made a name flash through his mind.

Egret.

The briefing that the keyboard had prepared was written very clearly.

The egret's infiltration network in China also has contact points in the western Sichuan-Tibet area.

Gongjue's family's funds flowed to overseas noble families, and Bailu also had infiltration bases in the Sichuan-Tibet area.

Thinking this, Chen Zheng's eyes turned cold.

"Brigadier, could you send me the specific information about that overseas account?"