After the people from Capital Gate and Kirin left, Chu Jinliang burst into laughter and said to Chen Hao, "Chen Hao, you really are the National Congress's lucky star! With a single move, you brought even the most difficult faction, Capital Gate, completely into line. You've far exceeded my expectations!"
Hearing Chu Jinliang's laughter, Fang Lei and Qiao Shan beside him were happy for him too.
With Capital Gate joining them, the National Congress's overall strength had increased greatly, giving them a much better chance against Rakshasa.
Once the celebration was over, Chu Jinliang suddenly made Chen Hao an offer. "Chen Hao, I have an idea. I wonder whether you'd agree to it?"
"Go ahead, Grandpa Chu."
"I want you to join the National Congress and serve as commander-in-chief of this operation against Rakshasa."
At those words, Fang Lei's and Qiao Shan's expressions changed dramatically.
Every member of Huaxia's National Congress was a key figure who had either rendered outstanding service to the nation or held an important position.
Huaxia's presidents were also generally selected from the National Congress first. What qualifications did Chen Hao have to join?
Besides, the operation against Rakshasa was a major national undertaking. How could Chen Hao possibly be up to the task?
Of course, Chen Hao understood what Chu Jinliang's offer meant. Whether he joined the National Congress or became commander-in-chief, succeeding at either would change his life completely, perhaps even propel him straight to the top.
But that was not what Chen Hao wanted. High rewards often came with high risks.
"I'm sorry, Grandpa Chu, but I can't agree to this," Chen Hao said frankly.
Chen Hao's refusal seemed to take Chu Jinliang by surprise. Faced with such a tempting offer, even Chu Jinliang, with his present composure, would have struggled to refuse