I drew a talisman to save the sun from its bleeding state.

Chapter 67 The Face Fruit Activated

Upon reaching the second floor, we were directed to a waiting room.

Tea, fruit platters, and other refreshments were also brought in.

Ding Lang cautiously bowed and waited, "Sir, isn't the Special Training Section in charge of matters related to special training? Are there any new arrangements from above recently?"

Zhou Zheng leaned back in his chair: "What? Do we need to consult you about our department's business? Who's the boss of your hospital?"

Ding Lang smiled obsequiously: "It's Boss Nie Xin. Boss Nie is a well-known business philanthropist in our Heshan. This Baoshan Hospital is operating at a loss, and it's all thanks to Boss Nie's money that it's surviving. A few years ago, it even received the title of one of the top ten local enterprises."

Zhou Zheng pondered for a moment, realizing he genuinely disliked this kind of person who subtly and overtly gave him the cold shoulder. "Do you think I don't know whether your boss is a philanthropist or not? As for being one of the top ten companies, what a joke! It only proves that you're all a bunch of scoundrels and deserve to be investigated together."

He waved to Ding Lang, signaling him to come over.

Ding Lang smiled and leaned closer.

Zhou Zheng kicked him directly in the face.

"Thump!"

Ding Lang was sent flying backwards and rolled several times on the ground before being stopped in front of his two subordinates. His face was covered in bruises and shoe prints. Anger flashed across his face, but he quickly covered it up and raised his hand to signal his two subordinates not to move.

Zhou Zheng looked at Ding Lang and said, "Answer whatever I ask you. If you say anything more, you'll come in with me."

Ding Lang stood up: "Sir, without any review documents or identification, it's difficult for me. It's a bit strange that they're conducting this inspection so late at night. Perhaps you could show me your identification so I can notify the boss and the staff."

Zhou Zheng looked at him with admiration and clapped his hands lightly: "What a loyal dog! Even at a time like this, it is still loyal to its master."

Ding Lang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "I got to know the leaders of this Special Repair Department when I went to visit Boss Nie. They came up without registering, giving their names, or having any identification or documents. It really put me in a difficult position, made Baoshan Hospital in a difficult position, and made Boss Nie in an even more difficult position."

Zhou Zheng asked curiously, "You know the leaders of the Special Repair Section too? Who are they?"

Ding Lang straightened his back: "I'm afraid it would be awkward if I told you I didn't recognize you. I'm Chu Liang, the second young master of the Chu family, and the successor of the Chu family swordsmanship!"

Zhou Zheng nodded: "I really don't know him."

Ding Lang's anger surged: "You don't even know the leaders of the Special Repair Section, yet you dare to impersonate them?! You're utterly audacious!"

Zhou Zheng gestured for him to come over.

Ding Lang chuckled, slowly stepped forward, and looked down at this arrogant fool who dared to provoke him. "Thump!" "Holy crap!"

Ding Lang slammed into the wall, his head buzzing. A pair of shoe prints were symmetrically imprinted on his face. He waved for his two subordinates to stay still, and after a few moments of exercise and breathing exercises, he recovered. He stood up, leaning against a nearby bookshelf, gritting his teeth but accepting reality. The other person might be an imposter, but their strength far surpassed his own. The first time he hadn't dodged wasn't due to carelessness. He gritted his teeth and said, "When Boss Nie gets here, you're finished!"

Zhou Zheng took out his phone, then reached into his storage ring and pulled out Chu Chen's business card: "Chu? Which Chu? The Chu with the 'Lin' radical?"

Ding Lang glanced at the ring on Zhou Zheng's hand, his eyes narrowing slightly, and swallowed hard. "Yes, boss."

Oh no, we're in deep trouble. Spatial rings are difficult to produce; only blacksmiths in the mid-to-late Foundation Establishment stage can forge them. Generally, only wealthy cultivators in the Foundation Establishment stage can afford them.

What does it mean if a Qi Refining cultivator possesses a spatial ring? It means they're doomed.

Zhou Zheng dialed the number: "Hello, is this Chu Chen? I'd like to add you on WeChat, please accept. I need to ask you something."

"Yes, Master Zhou, I'll add it right away."

Zhou Zheng added Chu Chen as a friend on Juxin, then made a video call and asked, "Which WiFi network is this? What's the password?"

Ding Lang replied politely, "Baoshan Hospital, the password is eight eights."

Chu Chen stood in the office, hands neatly placed together. When Zhou Zheng asked for the WiFi password, he obediently waited to switch networks without saying a word.

After Zhou Zheng switched the network, he asked curiously, "Captain Chu, do you know this Chu Liang? I heard he's from the Special Repair Section."

Chu Chen nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, he's a young man from my Chu family. He should be at the third level of Qi Refining? He's quite skilled in swordsmanship. Have you met him? This kid likes to fight. He specially came to the Special Training Department to train. He's quite hardworking among the younger generation. I have high hopes for him."

Zhou Zheng turned to look at Ding Lang: "How much money did your boss bribe Chu Liang with? Give me a figure."

Ding Lang chuckled dryly: "The standard for liquor being superior to cigarettes is absolutely clear..."

Zhou Zheng laughed and mocked, "Captain Chu, you're not exactly a successful young man, are you? Why are you accepting such vulgar money?"

Ding Lang whispered, "It's spirit stone coins, boss, it's spirit stone coins."

Zhou Zheng's smile faded slightly: "Captain Chu, how much are these spirit stones worth? Enough to buy your life, young man?"

Chu Chen's forehead was covered in sweat: "Master Zhou, where are you now? I'll bring this young man over to apologize right away."

Good news: Our young man has been recognized.

Bad news: The young man's embezzlement was discovered.

Zhou Zheng laughed: "Of course it's a place where you young people can slip money into your business. What, you, as an elder, don't know? Baoshan Hospital, Xuanwu Street, Heshan. I'm giving you fifteen minutes to get there."

The call was immediately disconnected.

Zhou Zheng's smile vanished. He squinted at Ding Lang, too lazy to say anything more: "Go stand quietly in the corner against the wall, don't get in the way."

Ding Lang smiled apologetically and hurriedly pulled his two hands to stand in a corner facing the wall.

Zhou Zheng tapped his fingers lightly on the chair: "Brother Liu, is there a Thunder Department in Liangcheng?"

Liu Zhen sat in the chair next to him: "In terms of layout, each of the 360 ​​states of the Great Xia has a Thunder Department. But in reality... the threshold for the Thunder Department is quite high. There are often quotas, but we can't fill them all. Everyone is short of people. Although we have recruited talents of various attributes, people like you who can fight and have Thunder talent are ultimately very few."

The Thunder Department's greatest role was ensuring overall stability. In recent decades, we've allocated more funds to increase recruitment, but as you've seen, the effect has been mediocre. Even with recruitment at the Ascension Platform maximized, what can you do without talented people?

The implication is that the questions you're asking objectively exist, but Lei Bu isn't omnipotent; he's already done his best to fulfill his responsibilities. Don't blame Lei Bu for not doing his job.

Xu Fan interjected, "Let's say a village has 1,500 people. If we're lucky, we might produce two or three cultivators. If we're unlucky, we might only have one or none. But not everyone will come to cultivate... In conclusion, we're severely lacking in people."

Being selected from a thousand is already the minimum requirement for becoming a skilled cultivator, let alone how high the threshold is for a formally established combat unit within the Thunder Department.

After the population explosion, things improved significantly compared to before. However, with the population explosion, the labor shortage also grew rapidly, and there was simply no way to meet the demand.

Take Ganzhou, with a population of 2443 million, as an example. Even if you select one out of ten thousand, the entire Ganzhou can only gather 2443 people. It seems like a lot, but when distributed among them, it's just a few scattered individuals, far from enough.

Zhou Zheng frowned, deciding he didn't want to say anything more. The reality was the same: there was a huge shortage of personnel, but it was difficult for ordinary people to meet those standards.

It's difficult to succeed without experiencing hardship. But many people are worn down by hardship, let alone succeed.

No wonder I was assigned a protector; anyone would think they'd drawn a gold card and needed a fully-equipped one to help their alt account.

Zhou Zheng stopped thinking and looked at Xu Fan: "So you're not stupid after all."

Brother Liu was able to give a perfect answer because the old man was experienced and knew what to say.

It's already quite remarkable that Xu Fan could understand and even offer a few words of assistance.

Xu Fan chuckled: "Although I used connections, I still have a legitimate background and I'm in charge of a district on my own. You can't do it without some ability and brains."