Of course, Chen Che couldn't possibly align with this fat catfish's wishes.

This guy, able to stir up the deepest greed in people's hearts and proliferate it.

It's like planting a seed, carefully watering it, letting it crack open, sprout, grow into a giant tree, bear fruit, and finally be devoured with a flick of the tongue.

If Chen Che were to bring Tahm into his budding empire, who knows what kind of trouble might arise.

Maybe someone within might want to take a little more than what was planned, just a bit more, still within Chen Che's tolerance.

Perhaps Tahm, to fill his belly, would further incite one's greed, turning a small indulgence into a full-scale corruption, like a corrupt official.

Rejected, Tahm wagged his tongue angrily, exclaiming, "Treating me like a neutered house cat? (Chained at the gate, starving enough to nibble radioactive cockroaches mixed with cement! You're a capitalist with a heart more toxic than nuclear waste!"

"Worshipping a chainsaw pup's dung as black truffles! How about we sign a new contract? I'll consume ninety percent of the greed and leave you ten percent for morals—or I'll gouge out your appendix as an appetizer!"

Chen Che couldn't be bothered with him, and seeing this, Tahm became even more displeased. He ran to the sofa and tossed the dozing Bogita into the air. Bogita's goofy eyes twinkled, then he landed back on the sofa, tilting his head to look at Chen Che.

"Tahm, don't bully Bogita. That little dog is so obedient. If you push him, he might bite!"

"Look at this world! Those who act cute are treasures, and those who understand transactions are trash! I'm demanding workplace compensation! Breath fees calculated by soul purity per minute!"

Shouting, Tahm collapsed like a lump, playing dead, while slogans for a strike appeared automatically on his belly's mucus.

"From today on, I'll only eat tributes and not work! (chuckles sinisterly twice) Unless you share Boss An's bathwater with me—its seductive power could brew three hundred barrels of decadence whiskey!"

"Tsk tsk, if you keep at it like this, if Boss An hears…"

Tahm shivered, changing the subject:

"You haven't decided today's menu! Today let's go light... Steamed Hypocrite! Braised Bootlicker! If you keep being stingy... Next feast's main course might as well be Capitalist Ribs with Saint's Broth~"

Chen Che ignored Tahm's yelling, as for the talent in the entire management department, Chen Che had his own arrangements.

Bobby.

Bobby had taken over all his smuggling business, and with the current smuggling routes Chen Che had, it brought in at least 400,000 a month.

Bobby might have pocketed some, but Chen Che didn't mind. The premise of getting subordinates to work is to keep them fed.

Besides, even if Bobby was greedy, he couldn't take too much, and currently, Bobby's loyalty had been raised to 65%.

He was definitely reliable talent.

When Bobby was called over by Chen Che, he was a bit worried—had he overindulged lately? Had Master Chen noticed?

Curse that woman, if it weren't for Moore's wife being so skilled and fair-skinned, he'd have kicked her out long ago… Sister-in-law tastes quite good too.

She's the one who spends the most money.

So he took a bit more.

Upon seeing Chen Che, Bobby cautiously asked him why he was summoned.

"Bobby, you've been living quite indulgently lately? Why do you seem much fatter than last time I saw you?" Chen Che looked at Bobby with a half-smile.

Upon hearing this, Bobby shivered, instantly realizing that Chen Che knew everything, and this was a hint.

Bobby fully understood Chen Che's prestige and position in the entire special operation.

Even without considering loyalty, Bobby dared not offend or betray Chen Che.

Hearing Chen Che's words, he quickly slapped himself several times, crying, "Master Chen, it's my mind being clouded by greed; it's really because those around me spend too much… I'm just soft-hearted toward women… I shouldn't have pocketed Master Chen's money… Master Chen, please give me another chance, rest assured, I'll find a way to make it up to you!"

Bobby had recently learned a bit about Chen Che's personality, knowing that stiff resistance led to no good results.

Instead, it was better to lay things clear and plead for mercy from Chen Che.

He knew Chen Che was more inclined to forgive than to punish.

Looking at Bobby's state, Chen Che gave a faint smile and said, "That's enough."

Hearing Chen Che's words, Bobby was stunned, raising his head, "Master Chen, you're… you're not… not angry?"

"Where are there so many saints in the world, especially in this messed-up world, Bobby. I know better than you the rules by which this world operates.

As long as it's within my permissible range, I don't mind you being greedy.

You also have ability. Those two smuggling routes originally brought in at most 100,000 a month. Even after taking a cut, you can still bring me 400,000, which means you have the skill. This is what you deserve.

In the future, for the smuggling business, you can take twenty percent of the earnings."

Bobby opened his mouth. He initially thought after knowing everything, Chen Che would punish him.

But he didn't expect this kind of outcome.

Instead of punishment, it was a reward.

He could legitimately take twenty percent in the future.

This…this is unimaginable for any subordinate.

A whole twenty percent!

Chen Che is being incredibly generous, isn't he?

Although it was Bobby's effort, without Chen Che as a protector, achieving such heights would be impossible.

Bobby's lips trembled, momentarily touched, unsure what to say.

"Master Chen… I… I… I, Bobby, am not worth you… treating me so well…"

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