The Dragon City Rises
Chapter 160 Piles

Night, Hua Residence, Central Bureau, Fifth Division.

In the dim corridor, Gwen dragged his tired body forward.

Recently, Gwen had been swamped, often making the office his home, and even sneaking in a late-night service in his own dormitory.

Working to this extent was definitely an industry role model.

Gwen reached the infirmary and pushed open the door. Only a young black man in a white coat was on duty, sitting in his chair, fiddling with his phone.

"Paul!" Gwen called out to the young black man, looking pained and anxious.

"What's wrong, Director?" Paul quickly put down his phone and stood up.

Without a word, Gwen entered the infirmary, closed the door, and pulled down his pants. Paul was slightly stunned, then said with a hint of embarrassment, "Well... I wasn't prepared... How about this, you wait here for a moment, I'll go get ready."

Paul turned and went to the side room. Gwen ignored him, stripped naked, and lay face down on the bed.

Paul returned quickly, carrying a medical tray containing tweezers, scissors, a scalpel, alcohol swabs, and other medical supplies.

"Director... it's a little difficult for me to do it like this, please raise yourself a little." Paul suggested.

Gwen obediently followed his instructions, while reminding him, "Be gentle."

Paul approached, gently prying open the gap with the tweezers, which made Gwen feel a slight chill.

"Good heavens..." After observing the situation, Paul frowned. "Director, your condition here is very serious! It's even worse than the bombed-out positions in Saint Paul's! Many places have already started to fester, I suggest you take a leave of absence and have surgery, it will be better."

"We'll talk about it later." Gwen urged, "Hurry up, I can't hold on much longer."

"Excuse me, let... let me put on a mask first." Paul put on a mask, and his expression immediately relaxed a lot. Then he used alcohol swabs to clean the surrounding area. Next, he used a small knife to carefully pick open the blisters and drain the pus.

Hemorrhoids had been troubling Gwen for a long time, and what made the problem even worse was a series of unlucky things that had happened recently.

First, Wu Boxin was lost in the Second District, causing heavy losses to the Fifth Division. He had been thinking of using Huo Dongsheng to turn the tide, wash away the shame he had left in the Second District, make up for his previous work mistakes, and completely turn himself around.

But he didn't expect the Huagong Hui (Chinese Work Association) civil war to break out ahead of schedule, completely disrupting all his plans and killing Huo Dongsheng in Saint Paul's.

Gwen didn't dare to go to Saint Paul's in person, fearing that those warlords who switched sides easily would change their minds and kill him directly. Therefore, he could only control things remotely from the First District.

But this made it inconvenient to operate on many things, affecting efficiency and progress. Yesterday, he had also called his foreign bosses to apply for increased support for Huo Dongsheng and the Huaxing Chamber of Commerce, and asked them to communicate with the official army of Saint Paul's to influence Gustav's decision.

But unexpectedly, this was directly rejected by the director of the Central Bureau. Because the upper echelons were considering whether it was worth spending such a high price to support a splintered remnant of the Huagong Hui.

This matter had not yet been finalized, and it was estimated that the meeting tomorrow would be about this issue.

"Ah!" Gwen suddenly cried out softly, his thoughts interrupted by the sudden pain.

"All done, sir. It looks much prettier now...!" Paul skillfully applied medicine to the director, and then instructed, "Pay more attention to rest these days, apply medicine every day. Don't eat spicy food, don't drink alcohol, don't stay up late... It's best to have surgery."

"Okay, thank you. Only you can cure my ass...!" Gwen waved his hand, then climbed down from the bed, took the suppository handed over by Paul, and limped out of the infirmary.

Gwen returned to his dormitory, not daring to take a shower, and could only sleep on his stomach all night.

...

The next morning, the military council on the Saint Paul's issue convened as scheduled at the Central Bureau headquarters.

Many high-level officials from the First District came, and several white leaders wearing stars could be seen in the conference hall. In addition, the leaders of the Chinese Expeditionary Force and Kang Dinghuang of the Qingyi Bureau also attended. Around the huge desk, inside and outside, there were no less than fifty or sixty people sitting.

At the beginning of the meeting, it directly entered the classic free-country squabble session.

Some people believed that the Huagong Hui should continue to be supported. After all, a lot of resources and energy had been invested before, and giving up now would be a waste of all previous efforts.

But another group of people held the opposite view. One of the white generals directly put forward his point of view, the Total Bureau and the Chinese District would definitely not give up so easily on strangling Huo Dongsheng. If they continued to support the Huagong Hui, they would inevitably fall into a long-term tug-of-war with the Chinese District.

In other words, if they wanted to protect the Saint Paul's plate, the First District would pay an extremely heavy price, and even a war might break out.

This general's point of view was almost unanimously approved by most people, and everyone felt that it was not worth it to continue like this.

After the Huagong Hui and the Huaxing Chamber of Commerce split, their size had been greatly reduced, and they had lost their original influence, which did not meet the original expectations of the First District. These people suggested extraditing the remaining Huagong Hui personnel, transferring Huo Dongsheng, Wu Boxin and others to the First District, to avoid continuing to consume resources with the Chinese District in Saint Paul's.

The two sides could not convince each other and argued fiercely.

Gwen squatted on his seat, watching them coldly, without saying a word. He had mentioned the pros and cons to his superiors countless times before. How things would develop next, like this hemorrhoid, was not something he could control now...

"Everyone, I have something to say." Just when everyone was arguing, Kang Dinghuang suddenly stood up.

The crowd gradually quieted down, wanting to hear the views of the Qingyi Bureau director, who had recently received much attention.

"I personally think that we should not limit our vision, only thinking about how much it will cost to protect the Huagong Hui and the Huaxing Chamber of Commerce." Kang Dinghuang said sternly, "We should take a long-term view and think about how much the Chinese District is willing to pay to eliminate Huo Dongsheng and his gang! Then consider whether Saint Paul's will become a decisive battleground triggered by Chinese organizations. Let me put it this way, the necessity of our obstruction is determined by the intensity of the opponent's attack. If the management structure of the Huagong Hui just flees back to the First District in embarrassment... then the remaining influence is almost worthless. Because it means we have admitted defeat, compromised, and from then on... the momentum of these organizational groups controlled by the Chinese District, rising overseas, will be unstoppable."

...

Jia City, seaport.

A cargo ship slowly sailed in and docked at the seaport. Su Tianyu and Jiangzhou stood on the dock, watching the freighter marked with the Bana City logo.

"We'll trade tonight? After the ship anchors," Jiangzhou turned to look at Su Tianyu and asked.

Su Tianyu nodded, "No problem, we'll trade with them tonight."