Yu Xiangqian had no idea what was on his old subordinate's mind. Gripping the phone, he asked, "Old Wang, have you heard about the bureau asking Chen Zikun to come back and handle his resignation?"
"I've heard. He's making big money at his father-in-law's place, and I heard his father-in-law even bought him a Santana. Just let him resign if that's what it takes. It's not like he can't make it outside and needs to keep any backdoors open."
"He wants to come back; he wants to come back to work at his unit."
"What? Director Yu, you're not joking, are you?"
Yu Xiangqian looked up at his old subordinate, and said helplessly, "He's here with me. We've just talked. He said he likes being a policeman, and it's not about how much money he can make."
