Robert asked, and Chen Jiu answered without a ripple of emotion, "He had no reaction at all. He wanted to settle the detective company's affairs before he was willing to listen to me... I repeatedly stressed that this civilization was arrogantly superior and had a terrible temper."
Several hundred miles away, Qian Zhong laughed. "Little Friend Feng, and you said courtesy came before force. Chen Jiu said you had a terrible temper."
"Courtesy before force and whether someone has a good temper are two different things, aren't they?" Feng Jun said indifferently. He could guess why Chen Jiu had said that, so he truly did not care. "One is etiquette and procedure; the other is personality..."
"To be fair, I don't think having a 'bad temper' is necessarily a bad thing. People generally fear villains. Who fears good people?"
Hearing Chen Jiu say this, Robert pondered for a moment before asking, "Does that detective company really have to withdraw? Brother Jiu, it wasn't easy for them to establish a branch on Border Star, and the front lines are where it's easiest to produce results."
A detective company's performance was not just about earning money for itself. Gathering enough intelligence was also important, and then it would sell that intelligence to the Federation government. The government not only paid generously, but also gave certain rewards or punishments based on the level of contribution.
That was right. Opening a detective company in the Federation was considered a special industry. It could not represent the government or military, but conversely, it had the obligation and responsibility to provide intelligence to the authorities. The Insect Race, the Resistance Army, heretical cults, or illegal associations... all such information counted.
Those who provided relevant intelligence could earn money and raise their company's rank. Those who failed