Resurrection Empire

Chapter 1133 438: Everyone Will Find a Home

Of course, there will always be people with adventurous spirits who crave the unknown, like Huo Donghua, Qian Wangshen, the Level Ten Gunsmith Song Mu'en, second-rate Assassin Ding Canghai, and top-notch Assassin Wang Qiao, who decisively chose to follow Ren Zhong and leave.

As for old Yu Chengde, he hesitated a bit, but eventually decided to stay with the graveyard where his family's remains were buried.

However, Yu Chengde will soon enter Frozen Sleep and plans to stay that way for over ten years to ensure Ren Zhong's ultimate mission.

Having settled these matters, Ren Zhong then went to the Revival Project led by Hua Yuelan and chatted there with Hua Yuelan and the genius hacker Chen Qiao.

No suspense here; both of them are filled with expectations of the Empire. Once work is arranged properly, they will soon start intermittent Frozen Sleep.

Ren Zhong instructed them to learn to make good use of their time, and personally allocated them two Quicksand Level Frozen Storage units enriched with Alien Ore Metal, allowing them to freeze or wake up at will.

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At the entrance of the office of the general manager of Ren Group's subsidiary trading company, Ren Zhong stood outside with his hands in his pockets.

He didn't rush to knock.

His keen hearing and sense of smell told him that a fierce "battle" was taking place behind this thick door.

Ren Zhong glanced at his watch; it was 6:08 PM, quitting time.

Two minutes later, at 6:10 PM, the noise inside ceased.

That was quick.

A few minutes later, the door was opened from the inside.

A plump middle-aged woman walked out with a swaying and proud gait.

Her makeup was intact, her hair still styled, her cheeks carrying just two faint flushes.

She seemed quite confident, a bit arrogant.

But when she noticed Ren Zhong standing outside, she first opened her mouth in shock, almost screamed, then quickly covered her mouth and, with a guilty demeanor akin to a mouse before a cat, lowly said, "Hello, President Ren."

Ren Zhong recognized her; she was the lead performer at the Nightlong Rest bar, rumored to have recently reached a "strategic cooperation relationship" with Fatty Wang.

Simply put, she became one of the twenty-five mistresses in Fatty Wang's grand villa.

Ren Zhong smiled and said, "It's okay, it's after work hours now. I only prohibit Fatty Wang from messing around with hierarchical relationships within the company. Situations like yours are fine; I won't bother him."

"Hmm hmm, thank you, President Ren."

"Off you go."

The woman scampered away, giving a resentful glance at Fatty Wang's secretary as she passed by.

But the secretary was not to be outdone, her neck stiffening as she returned the look, even casting her gaze towards Ren Zhong.

Ren Zhong, however, had already entered Fatty Wang's office and shut the door.

Seeing Fatty Wang's face pale, with sweat pouring from his brow, his loose shorts draped over his waist like a quilt, Ren Zhong couldn't help but feel a blend of amusement and helplessness.

Old Brother Wang has aged.

But his heart remains young.

No, it's even more mischievous.

Ren Zhong still vividly remembers Brother Wang at the Nightlong Rest inviting him to join him in camaraderie.

Unexpectedly, five years have passed, the age from thirty-two to thirty-seven, and Fatty Wang, looking like he's forty-two or three, still has such "ambition."

Seemingly sensing someone standing in front of him, yet not having received a reminder call from his assistant, Fatty Wang opened his eyes in a daze, ready to scold whoever dared enter without reporting. But the vague figure gradually became clear, turning into Ren Zhong's slight smiling face.

Wang Zhaofu instantly woke up and sprang from his chair, stammering, "Ren... Ren old... President Ren, why are you here! You didn't give me a heads-up, look at me like this, I'm letting you see a joke."

Ren Zhong spat, "Alright, stop pretending. I'm not blaming you. I'm aware of your condition. You've kept your love affairs out of the company, which is commendable. After six o'clock is downtime, and you're here so you can conveniently work overtime later, so I'm not going to say anything about that."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhaofu relaxed and, chuckling, said, "Cough cough, still have to watch my image, I will pay attention later."

Ren Zhong hummed, "You really should. Old Brother Wang, it's not that I deliberately want to control you, but you're non-combat personnel with weak constitution, keep going like this and don't think you can live past forty. Today I've already talked to many people, preparing to finalize who will leave Source Star with me for the Empire, but looking at your current state, I don't even know how to invite you."