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

Chen Zheng took the thermos from An Ran without saying a word.

Gesang added.

"And the economy."

"Gongjue's mine, Qiangba's transportation team, and Dawa's caterpillar fungus purchasing station together account for the majority of the county's GDP."

"A large portion of our county's revenue depends on the taxes collected from these three companies."

"If we really bring them down, the county's economy will collapse as well."

"School funding, civil servant salaries, infrastructure construction—all of these will be affected."

At this point, Gesang's voice lowered even further.

He subconsciously looked around to make sure no one else was nearby, then moved closer.

"There's one more thing."

"A couple of years ago, the head of a local police station tried to investigate Qiangba's family for illegal mining."

"He investigated for half a month, collected a lot of evidence, and prepared to report it."

"Less than a month later, his car unexpectedly rolled off a cliff on a mountain road."

"The person didn't die, but their spine was broken."

"From then on, he was paralyzed in bed and could never stand up again."

"In the end, this matter was left unresolved."

"Since then, no one in our county has dared to touch those three companies again."

After hearing this, Chen Zheng remained silent for about ten seconds.

Gesang felt a little suffocated by his silence, and sweat kept pouring from his palms.

Then, Chen Zheng only asked one question.

"Do you want to get involved?"

Gesang paused for a moment, then nodded heavily.

"think."

I dream about it.

"But I'm just a deputy county head, I don't have any guns or soldiers, I can't do anything about it."

Chen Zheng sat on the rock, shifting his gaze from the thermos to Gesang's eyes.

"Then cooperate with me."

Upon hearing this, Gesang immediately stood up.

"yes!"

Steady!

As expected, this person was definitely an imperial envoy sent down from the central government!

"Don't worry, sir! I'll go back and gather the most reliable people in the county right away! We'll take full control of the Gongjue family's business accounts at daybreak tomorrow!"

Chen Zheng didn't say much, and waved to indicate that he could leave.

Gesang turned around and jumped into the car in a flash, speeding back to the county town overnight.

The next morning.

A military off-road vehicle was parked beside the ruins.

Chen Zheng opened the car door and sat in the back seat.

Anran sat calmly in the passenger seat, looking down at the tactical pistol at his waist.

Ram took a bite of the steamed bun and then floored the gas pedal.

The off-road vehicle quickly sped onto the bumpy dirt road.

Chen Zheng decided to visit Lamu's house before taking any further action.

Firstly, it allows one to gain a deeper understanding of the true situation on the ground. Only those who are truly on this land can see the blood and tears hidden behind the documents and briefings.

Secondly, Ram's grandfather was still at home.

The old man is getting on in years, and the Gongjue family has just been wiped out. It's hard to guarantee that the Qiangba and Dawa families won't resort to desperate measures and secretly send people to retaliate.

The safety of the elderly must be ensured.

The car sped along the bumpy dirt road for almost forty minutes.

An Ran gripped the handrail above the car door tightly, her face turning pale from the jolting.

Ram gripped the steering wheel with both hands, frantically shifting gears, his eyes frighteningly focused.

Chen Zheng sat in the back seat, and no matter how violently the car shook, he kept his documents in order, and not a single drop of the goji berry water in his thermos was spilled.

After crossing a patch of withered yellow grass, we climbed over an extremely steep gentle slope.

On the distant horizon, a solitary Tibetan-style adobe courtyard finally came into view.

The courtyard was small, surrounded by a stone wall more than half a person's height, with withered yellow weeds growing on top.

Two old yak with matted fur were tethered in the yard, idly chewing on hay.

This is where the Langse family finally settled down.

Chen Zheng's gaze darkened involuntarily.

The Langse family, once owned thousands of acres of estate and countless serfs, voluntarily handed over their land and were not purged, but instead fell into decline and became ordinary herders.

Meanwhile, the descendants of the Gongjue family, who committed heinous crimes, exploited loopholes to rise again and even oppressed these honest and law-abiding people.

This contrast intensified his murderous intent.

The SUV slammed on the brakes twenty meters from the gate.

Ram pushed open the door and jumped down, striding into the yard.

An Ran rubbed her stomach, which was a little sore from the jolting, and quickly pushed open the door to follow.

Ram walked to the wooden door and pushed it hard with both hands.

In the courtyard, an elderly man with a hunched back was sitting on the doorstep, basking in the sun.

Holding a string of dark red Buddhist prayer beads in his hand, his thumb moved quickly through the beads while his lips silently recited scriptures.

That was Lhamo's grandfather, Langse Tsering.

This year I am 87.

Having experienced the cruelty of the old serfdom system, witnessed the dust and smoke of the collapsed manor, and survived countless snowy winters on this land.

Hearing the sound of the wooden door turning, the old man paused slightly as he fiddled with his prayer beads, and slowly looked up.

The moment his cloudy eyes saw Ram clearly, they immediately shone brightly.

"Ram? Is that Ram?"

His voice was old, but exceptionally loud and full of energy.

Ram's nose suddenly stung, her eyes instantly reddened, and she immediately ran over.

He bent his knees and squatted down in front of the old man, tightly grasping his calloused, rough hands.

"Grandpa, it's me."

Tsering, an elderly woman, threw down her prayer beads, reached out her trembling hands, touched Lhamo's cheeks, and began to rapidly chant Tibetan.

Anran, standing outside the door, couldn't understand, but Ram understood.

The gist of it was, "You've lost weight and gotten darker; does the army not provide you with food?"

Ram sniffed, then quickly smiled and placed the old man's hand on his strong shoulder.

"He's eating a lot, he's gained several pounds, and it's all firm muscle!"

Tears welled up in Tsering's eyes as he nodded repeatedly, a relieved smile spreading across his face.

Just then, another set of footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate.

Chen Zheng and An Ran followed them into the courtyard.

An Ran noticed Chen Zheng's unusual behavior at a glance.

The man who usually carried a thermos cup wherever he went and was very calm was now adjusting the buttons on his military uniform collar and walking very quietly.

Following the sound of footsteps, Tsering's gaze slowly shifted from Lhamo's face and finally landed on Chen Zheng.

Those cloudy old eyes stared intently at the military rank on Chen Zheng's shoulder, then followed the uniform upwards to Chen Zheng's expressionless yet dignified face.

He stared at it for several seconds, and then a strange light flashed in his eyes.

These eyes have seen noblemen wielding whips, bandits with foreign guns at their waists, and merchants who spout benevolence and morality but devour people without spitting out the bones.

But I have also seen those who, more than sixty years ago, braved wind and snow to cross high mountains and pull them out of the mud.

The young man before me had the same aura as those people from back then.

Tsering abruptly released Lhamo's hand and slowly stood up, supporting himself with his legs.

Lamu was startled and quickly reached out to help, but the old man gently pushed her away.

Tsering didn't even reach for his cane leaning against the door; instead, he took unsteady, shaky steps and walked forward.

She walked step by step to Chen Zheng.

The latter did not make any movement; he just stood there ramrod straight.

Tsering, the elderly man, looked up.

The old man's body was hunched and deformed from years of hard work, and his height only reached Chen Zheng's chest.

She stared intently into the young man's eyes for a very long time.

After a long eye contact, his chest heaved violently, and hot tears welled up in his eyes.

He asked slowly and earnestly, in Mandarin with a heavy Tibetan accent.

"Are you... a soldier sent by Mao Zedong?"