Tolerance

Duanmu Ren's image in official circles has always been that of a ruthless and vicious person.

To superiors, it is naturally a matter of thunder and rain, all expressions of imperial favor.

For those of the same rank, some are vindictive and will retaliate double.

He especially liked to make an example of someone to warn others when dealing with subordinates.

However, he was exceptionally tolerant and patient with security guards who lived in completely separate worlds from him.

Duanmu Ren chuckled and patiently explained, "Hello, I work here."

"You work here?!" The security guard sized up Duanmu Ren, then shook his head dismissively, "Who are you trying to fool?! I've been guarding this gate for twenty years, and I've never seen you before!!"

Duanmu Ren was very good-natured and was about to explain when he heard someone hesitate behind him and say, "... Director?!"

She was a plump middle-aged woman, I think her surname was Ma, and she was the head of the personnel department.

Duanmu Ren nodded. "Good morning, Director Ma."

"It really is you!" Director Ma exclaimed in surprise, introducing the guards, who were on high alert, "This is Director Duanmu from our bureau!"

The security guard was terrified and apologized repeatedly.

Duanmu Ren was almost instinctively adept at handling such situations, and casually instructed, "It's alright, it shows you've done your duty. Director Ma, make a note of it and issue a commendation within the bureau."

"Okay!" Director Ma clearly understood the art of image management for leaders. After nodding in agreement, Duanmu Ren took a half-step inside and whispered, "Director, are you taking leave... to get an injection?!"

"What injection?" Duanmu Ren, somewhat puzzled.

"Hey, it's Simei, the miracle weight loss drug!" Director Ma looked at Duanmu Ren, who had lost a lot of weight and whose demeanor had changed dramatically, and exclaimed in amazement, "Is it really that amazing?! Director, you've not only lost weight, but you also look much more energetic!"

Duanmu Ren remained calm and said, "Oh, really?!"

"Of course, although you can still see the outline of your face, it's like you're a completely different person!" Director Ma looked at his own physique and sighed inwardly, then asked in a low voice, "That drug hasn't been approved yet, so it can't be taken domestically. Where did you get it, Director? Tell me, I'd like to get it too!"

Although Duanmu Ren didn't know what Si Mei was, he roughly understood the situation and said in a low voice, "It's difficult to explain, after all, it's medicine, and it would be bad if something went wrong. Perhaps we should wait a bit; I heard it'll be approved soon!"

"Really?!" Director Ma knew that going out would be troublesome, so he nodded repeatedly and said, "Then I'll listen to the director and wait a little longer."

Duanmu Ren had no idea whether it was true or not, so he nodded perfunctorily, quickly entered the elevator, and headed to his office.

A young woman grabbed Director Ma and asked, "Who was that just now? He was so handsome!"

"Nonsense, how could someone not be handsome... a son-in-law?" Director Ma rolled his eyes and whispered, "It was Director Duanmu who took leave to beat up Si Mei!"

In less than half an hour, the news that Director Duanmu had taken a month's leave to get a miracle weight-loss drug spread throughout the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Someone even analyzed the reason, confidently claiming that Director Duanmu is not young and gritted his teeth to get injections to lose weight in order to prepare for pregnancy!

I never expected that my weight loss would make me look so much younger!

Her outstanding temperament is especially remarkable, making her unforgettable at first glance.

bathroom.

Duanmu Ren stared at himself in the mirror, momentarily stunned.

Back on Earth, he was so focused on planning how to continue his career that he naturally overlooked some trivial matters.

For example, changes in one's appearance.

He looked almost exactly the same as he did back at the Fumin Pig Farm, except his eyes were noticeably more weathered.

It seems that the Qi Ingestion have brought some unexpected gains.

No wonder Director Wang from the provincial hospital specifically mentioned that he had lost weight.

Director Ma had already prepared a perfect excuse for himself, which saved him a lot of trouble.

Back in his office, Duanmu Ren had barely sat down when he received a phone call from his immediate supervisor, the city's leader in charge.

"Good morning, sir." Duanmu Ren said respectfully, "I know you're busy this morning, and I was planning to call you later to let you know I'm off."

"Duanmu, you're too kind. We've worked together for many years, why are you bothered by this?" The supervisor's tone was much more intimate than before, and he tentatively asked, "You went to the provincial capital to see your old leader yesterday?! I heard his condition has improved significantly!"

Duanmu Ren suddenly realized, and casually replied, "I don't know either, I just took a quick look and rushed back to work."

The supervisor in charge was clearly dissatisfied, as the information he heard did not match Duanmu Ren's account.

The whole province is buzzing with the story that Duanmu Ren's filial piety moved heaven and earth, managing to wake up the old leader who was in a vegetative state—it's even more incredible than what's portrayed in TV dramas.

It's only because these two people have special identities that this news would be so widely publicized as positive news.

The supervisor in charge rambled on for a while before reluctantly hanging up the phone.

Duanmu Ren received several more phone calls, all of which elicited the same response.

I don't know or understand it myself.

We should rely on the godfather's own response for everything.

However, one phone call didn't heed Duanmu Ren's perfunctory answers; instead, he directly ordered, "Come to my house tonight!"

He hung up after saying that.

He's my father-in-law.

evening.

The familiar red-walled villa.

I pushed open the door and went in; my father-in-law, wife, and nanny were all there.

Duanmu Ren remained calm and greeted, "Dad."

He nodded to the other two.

The three people in the living room looked surprised and kept looking Duanmu Ren up and down.

This blend of youthful and middle-aged charm is simply too captivating.

The father-in-law noticed the nanny's eyes were wide open, frowned slightly, and stood up, saying, "Let's talk in the study."

In the study, there is a huge bookshelf filled with history books from a certain dynasty, which is awe-inspiring.

The key point is that the father-in-law was not just putting on an act or trying to appear cultured; he was a true historian and cultural celebrity.

"Sit down!" The father-in-law treated Duanmu Ren with exceptional courtesy today, getting straight to the point. "This afternoon, I received a call from your godfather. He said... he wanted to thank you."

Duanmu Ren replied calmly, "Hmm."

The father-in-law was dissatisfied with this reaction, frowning and sternly questioning, "He said... you saved his life, what exactly happened?!"

Duanmu Ren's attitude towards his father-in-law differed from his attitude towards others; he nodded and said, "It's true."

The father-in-law frowned even more, feeling the conversation was about to die, and patiently said, "He said that you gave him a pill that saved him from the brink of death!"

At this point, he looked Duanmu Ren up and down, and asked suspiciously, "Your appearance has changed drastically, and you've lost so much weight. Is that also because of that medicine?"

Duanmu Ren chuckled and nodded, "That's right."

"What kind of medicine is that?! It's really that miraculous! It can even save someone in a vegetative state?!" The father-in-law's skepticism deepened. "Do you still have that medicine?!"

"Yes." Duanmu Ren chuckled and said softly, "Dad, don't worry, I saved one for you."

"Oh?!" My father-in-law's brow immediately relaxed, and he said, "Where is it? Let me see it."

Duanmu Ren naturally didn't have any, and even if he did, he wouldn't give it to them, shaking his head and saying, "You don't need it right now."

"Nonsense!" My father-in-law stood up, slammed his hand on the table, and shouted, "Give it here right now! Trying to reflect on your actions again?!"

In the past, this was a sign that Duanmu Ren would kneel down and admit his mistakes.

My father-in-law studied history and was particularly interested in the art of ruling emperors. After retiring, he experimented on Duanmu Ren quite a bit, which was essentially a test of obedience.

This time, Duanmu Ren didn't kneel. Instead, he looked at him with concern and said anxiously, "Dad, you're so old. Don't bang on the table anymore. It's bad for your heart. If something unexpected happens, even if there's medicine, it won't save you."

The father-in-law's expression stiffened. As someone who enjoyed imitating historical figures and using witty language, he naturally understood the threatening tone in Duanmu Ren's words.

If I slam my fist on the table again, that life-saving miracle drug will be out of my reach.

"Oh... okay... okay!" My father-in-law slowly sat down, his face kind and his tone gentle. "Where did you get the medicine? From an overseas lab? I remember you had a college roommate who works as an engineer at a pharmaceutical company abroad..."

As a seasoned shrewd old fox, how could he allow a junior Duanmu Ren to manipulate his vitals?!

Since Duanmu Ren can find a way, I'm absolutely certain I can too, given my connections with that person in the provincial capital!