For the next three days, Chen Yang and Qin Qiu toured the entire Cangyun City, watching movies, going shopping, fishing, and climbing mountains.
Early that morning, after breakfast, Yang Hu held a document and said, "Boss, our guess was correct. That old coot, Ye Kuan, relied entirely on his connections to climb the ranks. You might not believe this, but despite being in the Martial Department for decades, he's only symbolically participated in a few small-scale conflicts. He's never actually taken to the field himself. Ten years ago, he personally led the formation of the Shanxiang Club. On the surface, it's just a small group for chatting and drinking tea, but in reality, it's a community of shared interests."
Chen Yang wasn't surprised. If such a revered veteran of the Martial Department were truly a man of iron-willed integrity, would he willingly let himself be used as a pawn?
