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"Understood, understood. Thanks for the concern, Chief. Heh heh heh."

The Political Commissar rolled his eyes on the other side, too lazy to bother with him, "Okay, take care of yourself. This phone is good, from now on we'll use this one to contact."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Tian thought it over carefully; this might not necessarily be a bad thing. At least there were comrades coming over. Rather than looking at the monk's face, look at the Buddha's face. His own face wasn't worth much, but at least there was an old Political Commissar back home holding the fort. If not valued for association, at the very least he wouldn't have to take crap from others, unlike now where even an old geezer with one foot in the grave could give him a hard time.

Watching Ye Tian, whose eyes gradually twinkled as he was lost in thought, Chu Tianying didn't know what the kid was happy about. He patted Ye Tian's shoulder, "What's up, Captain? You haven't been scared silly, have you?"