"I know. I know." Besides feeling depressed, Hen Zhiyuan felt nothing else.
"That's good you understand. You still have one or two years left before you transfer to another role, just use these two years to achieve something. Perhaps other opportunities might arise, you never know."
"I will follow the commander's orders," Hen Zhiyuan said in a subdued voice.
Guan Qing could see how uncomfortable Hen Zhiyuan was. He tugged at his father's sleeve and said, "Dad, if you can help him, please do! He's had a tough time over the years, can you really bear to watch him climb to this position and then leave the profession?"
"What do you expect me to do?" The situation now is already determined.
"Is Qin Jian really that formidable?"
"Of course! You're not in the army, so naturally, you wouldn't know."
"So there's really no solution?" Guan Qing couldn't believe it.
