It was past eight that evening.
On a plane bound for the Capital, Ren Ye sat toward the back of economy class, phone in hand, asking urgently, "Director Yan, has Brother Huang signed the transfer order?"
"He has," Yan Duoduo replied.
"Ah." Ren Ye inwardly sighed in relief, then asked quietly, "Has headquarters entered his transferred personnel file into the system?"
"Not yet. It's pretty late today. I told someone to coordinate with the Ministry of Revenue tomorrow." Yan Duoduo asked, "What's wrong?"
"I think we should get this settled today." Ren Ye scratched his head. "Put in a little overtime. Ideally, have the Ministry of Revenue enter Brother Huang's file and seal it before my flight lands."
"Why the rush?"
"Oh, nothing. I heard from headquarters that Number Six Institute won't be officially established until his file is entered." Ren Ye's eyes darted shiftily as he replied, "I just want to get it done quickly and get things properly up and running."
"Something's off. Why do I smell a conspiracy?" Director Yan sounded somewhat puzzled.
"No, really, there's nothing. I just want to get all this crap out of the way."
"Heh." Yan Duoduo sneered. "Old Huang hasn't had it easy. If you insist on having him transferred, that's fine, but don't screw him over."
"Of course not. He's the one who recognized my talent. I could screw over anyone but him," Ren Ye replied with righteous conviction. "A man has to have principles!"
"Mm, all right. Got it."
"Director Yan, don't forget. Get this done tonight," Ren Ye reminded him. "Before I get off the plane."
"All right."
With that, they ended the call.
Whew!
Ren Ye let out a long breath and leaned back in his seat, feeling a little tired. He lowered his head and fiddled