Sorting the Tangle, Tracing Old Tracks

After looking over the Defense Department's affairs, Chen Chuan gave it some thought and contacted a City Patrol supervisor responsible for dispatches. The other side picked up almost instantly, and a flattering voice came through. "Director, what are your orders?"

The Defense Department was City Patrol's unquestionable superior. That had never changed, even when the Defense Department's functions had been restricted. Although for a time, City Patrol had nearly become a subordinate department of the Handling Bureau.

Chen Chuan said, "How are the three people assigned to your department doing?"

"Those three?"

The supervisor perked up. Those three had been recommended in some time ago, and the higher-ups had seemed to pay them no attention. But apparently, they had still been keeping an eye on them.

"The people you recommended are truly excellent, Director. All three are highly capable and learn quickly. I'm not just flattering you—the three of them work efficiently. Compared with those people in City Patrol who just muddle through their days, their task completion efficiency is like heaven and earth apart. It has to be you, Director, looking after City Patrol and recommending talents like them to us. Honestly, it would be wonderful if we could have a few more people like that."

He truly meant it. At first, he had thought the three were merely here to occupy positions and collect salaries. Back then, he could not possibly refuse Chen Chuan, the Handling Bureau's Investigation Supervisor, that favor. It was not as if he was the only one doing such things. But he had not expected the three of them to be genuinely capable. They had now become indispensable key personnel.

Chen Chuan said, "Good, I understand. In that case, let them remain with you for now."

Those three were Geng Zheng, Tai Dongwei, and