Special Forces: At the beginning, An Ran pulled him to get his certificate.

Chapter 1548 We need our motherland as our strong backing

Chen Jun stood at the edge of the dock, the sea breeze carrying a salty and fishy smell hitting him and fluttering the hem of his clothes.

His gaze swept over Tang Zhongzheng like a scanner, scrutinizing the man, who was in his early fifties. He was in excellent shape, showing no signs of weight gain. His Zhongshan suit was impeccably tailored, the dark gray fabric gleaming subtly in the sunlight—clearly a high-end, custom-made piece. Delicate embroidery was subtly visible on the cuffs. His hair was neatly combed, and the slight gray at his temples added to his mature and composed air.

Chen Jun's gaze lingered on Tang Zhongzheng's face for a few seconds, then he narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "What do you want from me?"

Tang Zhongzheng was also sizing up this young Yan general.

He had met all sorts of people in his life—government officials, business tycoons, underworld bosses—and considered himself to have an extremely accurate eye for people. But he had never encountered a young man like Chen Jun before. His young face showed no trace of the impetuousness or immaturity typical of his age; instead, it exuded a calm and unwavering aura. His eyes were unfathomable, as if they held endless secrets and stories. Standing there, without deliberately striking any pose, simply with his hands behind his back, he commanded respect and made people involuntarily take a step back.

Among the young people, Chen Jun was the first to evoke this feeling in him, and it was precisely because he understood this that he chose to step forward at this time. He took a deep breath, gathered his thoughts, and decided to get straight to the point.

"General, are you troubled by the evacuation?" Tang Zhongzheng asked, his voice gentle yet firm, each word clear and powerful. "Is it because there are more and more overseas Chinese, making evacuation difficult? And even if we do evacuate, we have to give up everything here, and you're unwilling to do so?"

Chen Jun's brow twitched slightly, but his expression didn't change much. He was indeed troubled by this matter—the number of people gathering at the dock was increasing, densely packed together, roughly exceeding three thousand, and still growing.

He had considered giving up everything here, leaving and benefiting the Indonesian monkeys and the United States behind them.

"Yes, the number of people was much larger than expected, and we encountered some problems with the subsequent transportation."

"General, do you know why Yinni is wary of us now?" Tang Zhongzheng suddenly asked, his gaze still fixed on the distance, his voice carrying a complex emotion, as if he were recalling something.

Chen Jun didn't speak, but simply looked at him quietly, waiting for him to continue. He knew that what this middle-aged man was about to say was definitely not just polite talk.

Tang Zhongzheng spoke slowly, his voice deep and powerful, as if he were about to say what he had suppressed for many years: "Because half of this country is actually Chinese. We control more than half of the businesses here, from supermarkets to shopping malls, from factories to mines, there are Chinese businesses everywhere. We have infiltrated their government, and many Chinese hold positions in government departments, some even reaching high-level positions. We are very wealthy here."

"It's normal for them to be jealous of us. You work hard for a month, and then you find that the Chinese person next door has opened three shops and bought five houses. Anyone would feel resentful. So, every time something is done against us, it's because of this kind of jealousy. And when someone fanns the flames behind the scenes, it turns into hatred and violence."

"Of course, those locals never considered that all of this was earned through our hard work. They're used to being lazy and lack ambition, which is why they ended up like this. So, they resorted to robbery..."

Chen Jun listened quietly without interrupting. He knew that what Tang Zhongzheng said was true, a tragedy that the Chinese people on this land had repeatedly experienced over the past century. Those bloody histories and those innocent lives lost were all due to this kind of jealousy and hatred.

Tang Zhongzheng turned around and looked directly at Chen Jun, his eyes filled with a deep expectation and an almost pleading emotion: "General, if you want to solve this problem completely, you must give us a backer here, a backer that will make them dare not bully us again. A backer that will make them think about the consequences before they take action."

Chen Jun narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at Tang Zhongzheng, suddenly understanding the deeper meaning behind the other's words—the garrison plan.

Intelligent people speak differently. When Lao Fan and Dong Lai heard the words "stationing troops," their first thoughts were about national policy, whether it would cause trouble, various restrictions, the attitude of the higher authorities, and the international impact. But Tang Zhongzheng was different. He saw through the essence of the problem at a glance and saw the deeper meaning behind the stationing of troops.

"You mean..." Chen Jun asked tentatively, his voice tinged with interest.

"Government troops." Tang Zhongzheng uttered those two words directly, his voice not loud, but firm and resounding, echoing in the air for a long time. "General, I know you're pushing this plan forward. Our Chinese Chamber of Commerce isn't just sitting idly by; we have our own intelligence channels. Once successful, we Chinese in Indonesia will have a real backer. From now on, anyone who wants to bully us will have to think twice about whether their artillery can stop you, and whether their troops will dare to act in front of your cannons."

Chen Jun did not deny it, but simply looked at him quietly, gesturing for him to continue. His interest in this middle-aged man was growing stronger.

Tang Zhongzheng took a deep breath, his tone becoming more sincere, even somewhat excited: "General, think about it from another perspective. If it's just a simple evacuation of our citizens, taking everyone away, what will happen to the wealth that we've accumulated over generations here? Those shops, factories, and land, those industries that our ancestors have worked so hard for, will all be taken away. In the end, won't we just fall into America's trap?"

"They're muddying the waters to make us abandon this place, this land we've fought for for decades. They'll come back and reap the benefits once we're gone. General, we can't let them succeed!"

Chen Jun was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed. His smile held appreciation, and the joy of finding a kindred spirit. He reached out and patted Tang Zhongzheng's shoulder firmly, the force causing Tang Zhongzheng to sway slightly: "Chairman Tang, your suggestion is excellent. Absolutely excellent."

Tang Zhongzheng smiled too, but his smile held more anticipation and a sense of relief. He knew he had made the right bet; this young general had understood his words and his meaning.

"Right now, we don't need to think about evacuation. Our priority is to find a place for everyone to stay and ensure their safety. Can you solve this problem?"

Tang Zhongzheng nodded without hesitation, his movements swift and decisive: "I can handle it. The local Chinese Chamber of Commerce has been operating here for decades; they have the capability. Hotels, canteens, vehicles—I can arrange all of that. Just give the word, General, and I can get it done immediately."

He paused, his gaze becoming more profound, and his voice more resolute: "General, rest assured, as long as we have the country as our backing, we are not afraid of anything. We've had enough these past years, it's time for us to stand up for ourselves."

The words had barely left his mouth when the roar of engines echoed from afar, growing clearer and clearer as seven or eight buses sped towards them, kicking up clouds of dust. The buses bounced and jolted along the bumpy road without slowing down. On the lead bus, Fan Tiankeng leaned halfway out of the window, waving vigorously, his face a picture of smug satisfaction, shouting something, but the engine noise drowned him out.

A cloud of dust billowed in, like a giant, earthen-yellow dragon, churning above the dock. The crowd automatically parted to make way, and the buses drove in one after another, coming to a steady stop at the dockside with a heavy screech of brakes. The doors opened, and Fan Tiankeng was the first to jump out, striding forward with each step making a powerful, sweeping sound.

"Boss..." he shouted, walking up to Chen Jun, dusting himself off, his face beaming with undisguised smugness, "All done! Are these eight cars enough? If not, I'll figure out another way! Those law enforcement officers were completely bewildered by my words, they're still standing there smoking!"

Chen Jun looked at the buses, then at Tang Zhongzheng beside him, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. The sunlight bathed his face, gilding the smile with a golden hue.

“That’s enough,” he said, his voice filled with an unprecedented certainty. “Now, we have more important things to do.”

Tang Zhongzheng smiled too. He looked at the buses, at the compatriots crammed together, and at the young general in front of him. A long-lost warmth welled up in his heart. For the first time in many years, he felt that there was a sky above him and a mountain behind him.

"What do you mean? Something more important? Isn't retreating the most important thing right now?"

Looking at the bus that he had finally managed to find, Lao Fan felt like he had taken his pants off and was told he had his period.