Chen Fu sat in the captain's exclusive cushioned chair and felt the difference—it was a far cry from the hard wooden chairs that everyone else had to endure, which were nearly giving them hemorrhoids.
Of course, that was considered good; if one had to take a shift at a covert post, there was neither a place to sit nor stand. One could only bend over or squat and endure mosquito bites—that could truly be described as 'miserable'.
Tasks like covert posts naturally didn't involve Chen Fu. Veteran agents wouldn't do such duties either; it was always the new agents taking turns. Newcomers, new pork—everything in life was like this.
As a bottom-rung agent, one could not escape the fate of being ordered around.
'After spending so much time, doing dirty work for such a long period, I have finally... risen above the bottom rung.'
