The Working Emperor starts with Conan

Chapter 482 Why is he lame?
The most suitable candidate. Is there any need to ask? Doesn't the boss order brought by Yuanshan Fei explain everything?
Binga was about to complain about Yuanshan Fei's knowing question, but then he changed his mind.
Eh? It seems to be true.

Curacao is really the best candidate the organization can choose in the current situation.

Curacao was originally Rum's confidant, and he was the kind of confidant who had been active in Tokyo.

This allowed Curacao to understand the intelligence team far better than any other cadre in the organization.

In addition, Curacao was originally the head of the Tokyo branch's intelligence team, although most of the resources and power were previously in Rum's hands.

But that was just Rum's unwillingness to let go.

The Tokyo branch's intelligence team probably has no complaints about Curacao resuming his duties.

Even if they have complaints, they dare not speak out. The organization has never been a democratic place.

Strict hierarchy is the reality.

Also, because Curacao was originally the cadre in charge of the intelligence group, he could not be said to be very familiar with the operation of the intelligence group, but he could do it easily.

If we want the intelligence team to operate at full capacity, Curacao really needs to take action.

So Binga had no choice but to follow suit: "Spiatus, you are right. Curacao is indeed the most suitable candidate."

After this period of self-reflection and self-strategy, Binga seemed to look at Curacao with a friendlier gaze.

But more of it is resentment towards Rum - if you don't have the fucking ability, why don't you just stay in the base honestly?
Even if you go out, at least be careful, right?

Binga’s dismissal this time was truly an “unprovoked disaster”.

After cursing the damned Rum in his heart, Binga said, "But this only seems to mean that I won't be punished?

But what about when Rum comes back? They won't dismiss Curacao and let me come back as the person in charge, right?
This is too much.”

Binga finds it difficult to describe this kind of frequent changes in orders. If he really does this, there will inevitably be some complaints even within the organization.

Even if the organization is a legitimate criminal group, such frequent changes in its policies will affect the organization's credibility.

If we can think of whatever we want now, then won’t these benefits within the organization be cut off in the future?

"That's why I want to congratulate you, Binga." Yuanshan Fei said earnestly: "This is an order from the boss himself, it is impossible to change it overnight.

What's more, if it weren't for the fact that you, Binga, were really unfamiliar with the intelligence team of the Tokyo branch, you would not have been dismissed.

But this is an opportunity for you.”

"Chance?"

"Yes, your mission this time is to destroy a secret CIA base, right?"

"Yes."

"So how did you finish?"

If you were to talk about other things, Binga might still be a little hesitant, but when it comes to this mission, Binga has a lot to say.

Binga smiled grimly, "Of course, no one was left alive in the CIA's secret base."

"Look, you've done something great." Yuanshan Fei hinted to Binga with an ambiguous look.

"It is true that he has made great contributions, but..."

Before Binga could finish, he was interrupted by Yuanshan Fei: "You see, what we are talking about now is based on the premise that Rum can come back, right?

Then let me ask you, what if Rum doesn’t come back?”

"Rum. Can't come back?" Binga was shocked by Yuanshanfei's bold assumption. Although Binga had been silently cursing Rum to death in his heart since he met Yuanshanfei.

But he really didn't think about the fact that Rum would die.

Binga has been Rum's subordinate since he was given the code name, and he is the type of confidant who is willing to work hard and never complain.

Binga knew exactly how cunning and cautious Rum was. He never thought that the old fox would not come back.

There has always been a position for each person at the top of an organization, so having a person alone is useless, you must first have a position for him.

Bin Jia is anxious about this point - if there is no carrot pit, will he have to go back to the days of being a "follower" of others?

There are few cadres in the organization who are as enthusiastic as Vodka in working as a driver.

So all of Binga’s anxiety comes from this.

Now Yuanshan Fei has proposed a new idea to him. Yes, that’s right, what if Rum can’t come back?

Yuanshan Fei chuckled and whispered, "If Rum doesn't come back, it means that there will be two vacancies in the organization.

Not the Tokyo branch, but the headquarters.

The head of the intelligence headquarters, and the second-in-command of the organization."

As soon as these words came out, Binga's breathing immediately became heavy.

"Don't even think about the second-in-command position. It's not something we can covet. Moreover, if I were the boss, I would leave the second-in-command position undecided.

Let it be like a carrot dangling in front of a donkey—you can only look at it but not eat it, but you can smell it.”

Binga was just about to express his different opinion when Yuanshan Fei's words stopped him from saying anything.

Spiatus: What he said is correct and reasonable!
After thinking from his perspective, Binga had to admit that what Yuanshan Fei said made sense. Even if the boss really had a favorite second-in-command in mind, it wouldn't stop him from dangling the carrot for a while.

Let these donkeys exercise their subjective initiative and have a little competition.

Since the second in command can only watch but not eat, the only thing left seems to be.
"Yes, it's the position of the head of the executive headquarters. If Rum can't come back, this position can't be left vacant, right?

So who do you think is the most suitable person for this position?"

The same question, but in a different position, and Binga's heart began to beat violently.

The original head of the intelligence headquarters was Rum, who had only two trusted men under him: Binga and Curacao.

If the position of head of the intelligence headquarters becomes vacant, the choice will inevitably be between Binga and Curacao.

The best part is that Curacao has returned to the Tokyo Intelligence Group because of the need to search for Rum.

The boss's orders cannot be changed overnight, so who is the most suitable candidate?
There seems to be only one answer.

"So that's it, so that's it, so that's it!" Binga's feeling at this moment could not be described as sudden enlightenment, but only as a sudden revelation.

It was like drinking a can of ice-cold Coca-Cola in a sauna during the dog days of summer. The coolness from head to toe and from inside to outside made all Binga's pores open.

No wonder Spiatus wanted to congratulate him, no wonder Spiatus came here in person!

Spiatus is really a kind-hearted man!

Binga was really not in a hurry at all at this moment. The position of the head of the intelligence headquarters was right in front of him. What was there to be anxious about?
At this moment, he was like an old monk in meditation, and gave Yuan Shanfei a peaceful smile: "It's really thanks to you, Spiatus, for clearing up my doubts!

Don't worry, I will remember this friendship in my heart! When I succeed in taking office, I, Binga, will definitely reward you handsomely!"

(End of this chapter)