Chapter 119: Bossing Around
“A massive tsunami, is this real or fake?”
Dadong City, Ning’an Building.
This building, fully a hundred stories tall, was somewhat noisy at the moment.
Everyone inside the building had received the evacuation warning issued by Headquarters, but they took no action, merely whispering to each other.
Because this building was Wang Cha Ling’s private property, the employees inside were mostly his subordinates, and leaving rashly might cause them to lose this easy, high-paying job.
Moreover, it was just a tsunami, and this place wasn’t right next to the seaside, so there shouldn’t be any influence, right?
Inside the private office a full hundred stories high.
Wang Cha Ling was also frowning tightly at the moment, looking at his constantly vibrating mobile phone.
This was a specially encrypted mobile phone, so there shouldn’t be any possibility of it being hacked.
“Official means? But a tsunami, how could it cause such a big commotion.”
Manager Liu nearby had also received the report and leaned down by Wang Cha Ling’s ear to say, “Many employees have reported receiving the message, but they haven’t taken any action yet; they’re all waiting for your instructions, Manager Wang.”
Wang Cha Ling nodded in satisfaction. “Good. Their abilities don’t need to be very strong, but they must be obedient. Give them a raise next month; you decide the amount.”
“So what do we need to do next?” Manager Liu asked uneasily.
“Someone will come knocking.”
Wang Cha Ling narrowed his eyes, somewhat displeased. “Headquarters interferes in Dadong City without a word; they owe me a reason.”
At that moment.
Outside the slightly ajar office main entrance, a rush of footsteps suddenly came from the corner.
Moments later, a sweating man pushed open the doorway, gasping for breath. “Manager Wang… bad news, there’s a supernatural event!”
Seeing who it was, Manager Liu didn’t give him a good look.
“Calm down and explain clearly! Panicking like this—what does it look like!”
It was fine when Headquarters and Wang Cha Ling were at peace, but now that there was some conflict in their relationship, this communicator’s existence was somewhat an eyesore.
But the communicator couldn’t care about that much at the moment.
He braced himself on the door handle and took a breath, not minding the bystanders, and immediately used the fastest speech speed of his life.
“Just received news: an extremely terrifying supernatural event is about to erupt in Dadong City. Headquarters is already trying to suppress it and now hopes you, Manager Wang, can go to the scene to provide support…”
“Supernatural event…”
Wang Cha Ling waved his hand.
The masseuse behind the chair, who had been massaging his head, immediately stopped her action and silently retreated outside the door, closing the office doorway at the same time.
“Even if there’s a supernatural event, isn’t it overdoing it for Headquarters to cause this kind of commotion? Issuing such a warning—haven’t you considered how much influence it will have on Dadong City’s stability?”
The icy cold questioning pressed down on the communicator. Wang Cha Ling, already in a bad mood, seemed to have found a vent and unleashed the dissatisfaction he’d accumulated that afternoon.
Even his own mobile phone hadn’t been spared; probably the entire Dadong City had received the alert.
So many people fleeing the urban area—not to mention the economic losses, just the panic from the evacuation could lead to considerable casualties.
“I…” The communicator was momentarily at a loss.
He was just a runner; how would he know what the higher-ups were thinking, or how he could influence Headquarters’ decisions.
“Buzz buzz buzz—”
The suddenly transmitted vibration broke the tense atmosphere in the office.
Manager Liu took out the satellite phone and looked, saying softly, “It’s Cao Yan Hua calling. Should I answer?”
“That deputy minister from Headquarters? I’m curious what excuse he’ll give himself.”
Wang Cha Ling took the phone, his icy cold sidelong glance sweeping over the communicator.
“What are you still standing there for? There’s a supernatural event—why aren’t you gathering intelligence? Do you expect me to handle the fierce ghost through your face?”
“Yes, yes, I’ll go right now…”
The communicator, like he had been granted amnesty, agreed repeatedly and scrambled out of the office.
Even after returning to his own cramped storeroom, the communicator still couldn’t control his pounding heart.
The pressure of being with that kind of guy was too great; he’d thought he was about to die.
“Wang Cha Ling, a supernatural event is about to occur in Dadong City. We need you to go to the scene to provide support now.”
On the other end of the phone, a steady middle-aged man said gravely.
“The situation is urgent. Hope you set out immediately.”
“Support? Set out immediately?”
Wang Cha Ling laughed angrily. “I won’t ignore Dadong City’s supernatural events, but what’s this about Headquarters bypassing me and issuing orders directly?”
“Do I need to remind you who the person in charge of Dadong City is? Even if Headquarters wants to handle a supernatural event, they should consult my opinion first and let me take the lead.”
“Now they want me to provide support? What, just a few days passed and they’re already eager to sideline me from this person in charge position?”
This was the agreement Headquarters had signed with Wang Cha Ling right after he became person in charge: unless Wang Cha Ling requested aid, Headquarters was not to interfere in Dadong City at will, nor dispatch ghost controllers into Dadong City on grounds of a supernatural event.
Now it seemed Headquarters hadn’t upheld a single one.
Had losing one round to Zhang Qian made Headquarters treat him, Wang Cha Ling, like a soft target?
“Wang Cha Ling, don’t forget you’re Headquarters’ person in charge.”
Cao Yan Hua emphasized the words “Headquarters” heavily, as if reminding, or like a warning.
“Headquarters made you person in charge to better protect Dadong City. Now the situation is urgent; Dadong City is in peril. The most important thing is protecting the people’s safety, not clinging to your bit of power.”
“By your logic, I’m the one in the wrong…”
Wang Cha Ling gripped the constantly alarming mobile phone tightly, his mood growing ever more irritable.
It wasn’t he who’d broken the agreement—why could this Cao Yan Hua still put on such a superior attitude?
Because he was an ordinary man? Or because he could sit in an office issuing orders?
He’d become person in charge precisely hoping ghost controllers could have the status they deserved, but now it seemed even Headquarters didn’t take frontline personnel like them seriously.
Such a Headquarters…
“Crack—”
A crisp cracking sound rang out.
The mobile phone finally stopped vibrating, turning into remnants that spilled from the ashen-faced middle-aged man’s fingers.
Wang Cha Ling’s voice returned to calm, even somewhat icy cold.
“Give me the address. I’ll go to the scene. But I’m just handling the supernatural event, not obeying your orders.”
“Headquarters isn’t my superior. I don’t want this to happen a second time.”
“Hope you can correct your attitude in the future…”
“Bang—”
Cao Yan Hua’s words weren’t finished when the voice abruptly cut off.
Because the satellite phone had also been crushed by Wang Second Generation.
