Chapter 82: An Unexpected Encounter

Hmm…

Fran originally planned to take a glance at the business card and then toss it directly.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be somewhat valuable.

No choice, he obediently put the card into his pocket. Initially, he placed it in his pants pocket, but after thinking it over, he felt it wasn’t secure enough.

If Yuli discovered it, he wouldn’t be able to explain.

Better to put it in the inner pocket of his shirt.

But then, why were his worries increasing?

Hmm…

Fran shook his head helplessly and observed his surroundings.

This… where is this?

Where had he wandered off to?

Oh no…

Focused on running, he seemed to have gotten lost.

This building was too large, with many corridors and walls, and Fran gradually lost his sense of direction as he walked.

However, there was probably nothing to worry about, since he hadn’t even left the hall yet.

Fran consoled himself like that.

He looked around to find the way back, but realized he had no idea which direction to go.

Forget it, never mind. He would find the way back eventually; he would just walk a bit first.

As he prepared to take a step, suddenly a familiar voice sounded from behind.

“Hey? Isn’t this an old classmate?”

“Hmm? Quidar?”

Two male voices sounded almost simultaneously from the small compartment behind Fran. Fran was startled and didn’t react in time.

Quidar?

Indeed, the first voice greeting him belonged to that guy Quidar!

Fran immediately realized that the two figures in the small compartment behind him were Quidar and another person whose voice he didn’t recognize, but from their conversation, he seemed to be Quidar’s classmate.

Ah, speaking of which, when he left the mansion, he had seen Quidar at the entrance, so he must have also come to attend this banquet.

Was this… an accidental encounter?

Regardless, Fran first hid himself, hiding behind a screen outside the compartment, eavesdropping cautiously on the situation inside.

Inside the room, the two men exchanged smiles and then hugged each other excitedly. The officer in front of Quidar enthusiastically said, “How long has it been! I didn’t expect to see you here today, Quidar. Haha, why are you in Purburg too?”

“Yeah…” Quidar smiled, patted the other’s shoulder, and said, “It’s been over three years since we last parted, Bensuo, old classmate! I didn’t expect to meet you here today.”

“Yeah, come, sit down and talk, sit down…” The Teutonic officer called Bensuo pressed his old classmate into a seat and then warmly poured him a cup of tea.

They were old friends who had been together from middle school through university. During the Republic period, they had also had many work-related contacts. So after years of separation, meeting again made both feel especially close.

Quidar, in particular, rarely relaxed upon seeing his old classmate. He took out a cigarette, lit it, handed one to Bensuo, took a deep drag, and exhaled deeply, sighing, “Time flies. It’s been so long since we graduated from university. Meeting here today, who knows when we’ll meet again… Hey, which department are you working in now?”

“Me? I…” Bensuo laughed awkwardly, but thinking that his old classmate could be trusted, he said, “I’m working at Gestalt now as a minor official, just assisting. What about you?”

“Oh… Gestalt.” Quidar nodded at that. Speaking of himself, he flicked off the ash and said with a bitter smile, “I’m in the Army Intelligence Department, leading the Special Service Team.”

“What? You work there?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s impressive. Hey, I heard the Army Intelligence Department has good benefits. How is it? Good pay?”

“Heh…” Quidar just smiled and didn’t answer.

Indeed, the Army Intelligence Department did offer a bit more salary than Gestalt, because its staffing was smaller than Gestalt’s, so they were more generous with money. In terms of salary and benefits, he couldn’t complain, but…

“Ah—”

Seeing Quidar sigh and shake his head, Bensuo guessed something was up. He leaned in and tentatively asked, “What’s wrong? Old brother, you’re in the Army Intelligence Department—got any worries?”

“Sigh, little brother Bensuo, salary is one thing, but treatment in personnel is another! I’ve been muddling along in this Army Intelligence Department for years… Ah, brother, to be honest, it’s worse than Gestalt!”

Quidar leaned back, sighing and complaining about his career experiences over the years.

“It can’t be that bad…” Bensuo scratched his head awkwardly and laughed, “Old brother, your promotion speed may not be very fast, but it’s normal. Gestalt has less pay and more work. It can’t compare, can’t compare.”

“Ah, compare or not, it depends on the working environment. Look at you at Gestalt, how glorious. I’m not saying anything wrong, but whatever important matters come up, aren’t they handed to you! Look at this time, the Army Intelligence Department didn’t even receive a single notice—it was all given to you at Gestalt!”

Quidar waved his hand and said helplessly. Bensuo pondered his words and awkwardly mediated, “The higher-ups naturally have their arrangements.”

“Arrangements, huh, that’s true…” Quidar waved his hand and sneered, “With the level of leadership at the Army Intelligence Department’s Purburg station now, how would the higher-ups dare to entrust important tasks to them!”

“Heh… Old brother, you’re exaggerating. It can’t be that bad…” Bensuo chuckled, following along. Quidar frowned and slapped the table, “Not that bad? Little brother, let me tell you!”

“The station chief and deputy chief at our station are all children of generals—a bunch of young folks just placed there as station chief and deputy chief! That Yuli used to be a tank battalion commander. Tell me, how can someone with such mismatched expertise be the station chief? Can she handle it? No! She doesn’t have the capability, you know?”

“Is that so?” Faced with Quidar’s soul-searching questions, Bensuo, who didn’t know Yuli, could only nod and lament, “Uh… but then, don’t they consult you, old brother, on major and minor matters?”

“Heh, I’m too lazy to teach!” Quidar sneered, “Not to mention those two are so self-righteous. Individually, they lack ability but have plenty of tricks. I’m almost fed up with being messed with behind my back by these people!”

“If that’s the case, then you really have been wronged. Haha, come, drink this cup, and complain a bit! Oh, old brother, you still need to calm your mindset. Don’t stoop to their level. Show your ability a few more times, and those youngsters will naturally respect you! Come, cheers!”

Bensuo raised his glass. Quidar downed it in one gulp. After a long moment, he set down the glass, sneered without responding, and suddenly changed the subject.

“Hey, speaking of which, what is Gestalt up to with all this secrecy?”

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