Make Old Tang Suffer a Bit
Thanks to the absurdly open social media of this day and age, Ji Jue easily tracked down the other party's accounts and posting history across various platforms and communities through image comparison.
Though she had strictly followed confidentiality rules and never posted anything that could expose her personal privacy, unfortunately, personal privacy was worthless these days.
Ji Jue casually bought a few information packages from middlemen on the Empire's side, and that was enough to dig up everything from her home address to her credit cards.
Judging from her record, she came from a military family. Both her grandfather and father had served in the Empire's military. She herself had not avoided military service because she was a woman, voluntarily enlisting. After three years of service, she earned a master's degree from the Empire's Glory Military Academy. After graduating, she became an Imperial bomber pilot and had remained one ever since.
She was as purely Imperial as they came, a proper child of a respectable family. In just a few short years, she had risen to the rank of lieutenant colonel. Her future could only be described as limitless.
If Old Tang was an unofficial Sixth Class Citizen at the base, then in terms of credentials, looks, prospects, and current status, this missy was unquestionably first class—an elite among elites.
An outsourced product like Old Tang was not even qualified to lick her toes. Being allowed to catch a whiff of her perfume would already be the fortune of three lifetimes.
He would have to risk life and death for the Empire and make contributions first.
"Is this you?"
Ji Jue stroked his chin as he looked at the dazzlingly smiling selfie on social media, his brows gradually lifting.
Even now, Ji Jue did