Merits and Faults Judged on Their Own

This isn't over yet.

Director Wang opened a drawer and took out a remote control. "Perfect timing, our Ministry of Foreign Affairs spokesperson is about to speak. You sit tight and see what it means to get things done properly."

With a press of the remote control, the air conditioner above his head beeped, and the air vent blew cold air directly at Uncle Biao.

Uncle Biao shivered from the gust of wind, pulled another remote control from under the coffee table, and tossed it onto Director Wang's desk.

"Look at you! You spend all day teaching the people below how to use the equipment! You can't even recognize all the remote controls yourself."

With a smirk, Director Wang pressed the remote control again, and the wooden panels on the opposite wall slid open to reveal the television.

Just as Sing Sing moved his chair over, Director Wang blocked his hand and glared at Lao Zhou.

The hand was reaching for the sunflower seed jar on the table, just a little short of reaching it.

On television, the reporter had just finished asking about the protests from Japan.

The spokesperson pulled out a document and showed it to everyone present.

"We have taken note of the comments. But before discussing the damage to school buildings and equipment, the Japan side needs to answer one question: Why did this school, described as an ordinary educational institution, have a secret human experimentation facility hidden underground for so long?"

"Recently, an unnamed individual provided a batch of materials to the Chinese side free of charge through clandestine channels."

"The provider hopes these materials will expose the related wrongdoings. We will release the parts that have been cross-verified, while protecting the privacy of the victims."

The spokesperson opened the document, which contained a cross-sectional diagram of the underground facility, followed by experimental records that had been obscured.

Uncle Biao turned the TV volume up a little.

The screen didn't linger on old wartime archives, but instead displayed a series of recent compulsory custody documents.

Every change made to the names of the observed subjects into experimental materials is documented with a corresponding signed page.

"These materials relate to wartime crimes, as well as illegal detention and human experimentation that have continued to the present day. We demand that the Japan side immediately preserve the scene, stop destroying relevant materials, ensure the safety of victims and witnesses, and provide a responsible explanation."

"Japan has emphasized that educational institutions should not be harmed. We agree with this."

The spokesperson turned to a page of material in his hand.

"For this very reason, schools should not be used as venues for selecting experimental subjects! Students should not be treated as research material from which their identities can be stripped!"

Did you hear that?

Director Wang pointed at the television with the cup lid.

"This matter has been taken over at the national level. The batch of top-secret files you brought back will be taken directly to the United Nations by a special plane and personnel in a couple of days. At the conference, you'll give those people a good slap in the face."

Sing Sing's eyes lit up, and he solemnly adjusted the red tie.

"Boss, have you booked your plane ticket to the United Nations? I need to get a formal suit ready quickly. Do you think this black suit I'm wearing isn't formal enough for a speech at the conference? Should the bureau reimburse me for a custom-made suit? If all else fails, Armani will do."

"Go to hell!" Director Wang rolled his eyes. "What are you going to do? Sell pork at the United Nations? Or show them what Korea Park Gukchang spy, is all about?"

Beside him, Uncle Biao looked on in surprise as several black lines appeared above Sing Sing's head.

He became like a deflated balloon.

"That's all for now. The subsequent diplomatic wrangling and international pressure will be handled by professionals."

Director Wang waved his hand dismissively, like shooing away a fly. "Alright, hurry back and take a shower. I'm giving you a few days off. Don't bother me unless it's absolutely necessary."

Sing Sing didn't leave; he rubbed his hands together alternately and started to fidget.

"Um... you two leaders... since this matter has escalated to the level of the United Nations, wouldn't it be fair that I... save the day from disaster and prevent the collapse of the empire?"

Uncle Biao exclaimed, "Hey, you've got some education, kid! Just say it!"

"Bonus! I won't even mention compensation for emotional distress, but you'd better get top marks for this business trip, right?"

"And what about my current section-level salary... You two, don't you think it's time to give me more responsibilities? I'm not afraid of hardship or fatigue; I can handle both deputy and full-time positions!"

Director Wang almost spat out the goji berry water he had just drunk.

"You want to take on the burden, right?"

Director Wang sneered, stood up, put down his thermos, and loosened his collar.

Suddenly, the plump, middle-aged man, who had gained weight from sitting in an office all year, leaped into the air.

"I'll hit--!"

With that shout, Director Wang's two thick thighs clamped around Sing Sing's neck once again.

Oh my god!

Sing Sing's neck tightened, and he lost his balance, crashing to the ground with a thud.

Director Wang gripped his neck, twisting his waist to exert force.

"You little brat, you demolished half a school, provoked a diplomatic protest of 8.3 billion, and you still dare to talk to me about bonuses? Promotions? I'll give you a wake-up call today!"

"Loosen... loosen your legs!"

Sing Sing slammed his hands on the floor, rolled his eyes, and stuck out his tongue.

"It's broken! It's broken! It's broken! My cervical spine is going to break! Director Wang, we're on the same side! Don't kill!"

"Do you still dare to ask for a deputy section chief position?"

Director Wang increased the force of the strangulation on the thigh.

"I wouldn't dare! Being a clerk is good enough! I wouldn't even be a dog if I were a section chief!"

The office door was pushed open.

Secretary Xiao Liu walked in carrying a stack of documents. She was startled when she saw the mess on the floor, but quickly recovered.

How did Xiao Liu become a woman?

He was somewhat used to this kind of scene.

"Director Wang, these documents need your signature."

Xiao Liu walked around the two people entangled on the ground and neatly placed the documents on the table.

"Call..."

Director Wang loosened his legs, got up, sat back in his chair, picked up his thermos, took another sip, and instantly reverted to his composed, bureaucratic demeanor.

Sing Sing lay on the ground, his hands covering his neck, panting heavily.

"Xiao Liu, get this disgraceful thing out of here!"

Xiao Liu sighed, walked over, and took Sing Sing's arm.

"Ouch, be gentle, be gentle, this is a work injury, this is a work injury..."

As Sing Sing used the force to get up, he tilted his head and shouted.

"Uncle Biao! You have to reimburse me for the bone-setting and massage fees!"

"The massage will cost fifty yuan; it'll be deducted from your meal allowance."

"Your leaders are inhumane! They're inhumane!"

The office fell silent.

Director Wang reached out and rubbed his inner thigh; he had exerted too much force earlier and almost got a cramp in his inner thigh.

"That rascal," Director Wang said with a laugh.

"He's got all sorts of skills, but his personality is too unruly. He's like a rocket, a spark and he'd blow up the heavens."

"It's good to be a little unconventional."

Uncle Biao smiled and said, "This kid has no sense of propriety when it comes to his words, but look at what he's done!"

Director Wang didn't speak, silently twirling the cup in his hand.

"This kid is rough around the edges but meticulous at heart; he has a clear sense of right and wrong."

Uncle Biao looked at Director Wang, his tone becoming serious.

"Lao Wang, our bureau is getting bigger and bigger. We can't keep letting him go head-to-head with just a section-level position in the overseas operations. If his rank isn't high enough, it's not convenient for the bureau to provide support."

Director Wang leaned back in his chair and sighed.

"It's time to give him some responsibility. This job has caused a lot of trouble, but the core tasks have been exceeded."

Let's mention it.

Uncle Biao made the final decision.

"Deputy director level, enjoys the Division-Level. But bonuses will still be deducted, otherwise this kid will get too cocky."

Director Wang was delighted.

"Okay, we'll do it your way."

Director Wang picked up the official document on the table.

"Let him go back and take a few days off. Once this storm passes, the Americans will be waiting for him to deal with them."