Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 455 - 282: Use Job Titles While Working

No. 30, East Nanhu Road, Building F, City.

In an office with the best view on the east side, Zhang Dayong hurried over after dealing with matters at the warehouse.

Behind the broad mahogany desk, a middle-aged man in his forties sat facing the window.

"Have they left?"

Zhang Dayong stood to the side: "Yes, they came with a search warrant."

The middle-aged man nodded: "Old Liang explained to me, Ma Chaoyang gave them a heads-up."

Zhang Dayong was not too surprised upon hearing this; he had already had a premonition.

The office fell into a brief silence, only broken after a long pause.

"So you already knew what was in that warehouse?"

The middle-aged man’s tone remained as calm as before, but the words hit Zhang Dayong like a thunderclap.

Instantly, he clenched his hands tightly behind his back, palms sweaty.

Regarding the national treasures in the warehouse, Qi Yun had told him that night to keep it confidential, so he hadn’t mentioned it to anyone before today, including the person in front of him.

Seeming to notice Zhang Dayong’s tension, the middle-aged man chuckled softly and walked to the window: "Don’t overthink it, with the letter from the National Cultural Heritage Administration, it indeed needs to be confidential."

Zhang Dayong didn’t dare to respond rashly; he recognized this as a veiled warning, quickly thinking about how to reply.

However, the middle-aged man didn’t seem intent on pursuing the matter and changed the subject: "Do you have a good relationship with Qi Yun?"

"Fairly good, he helped me solve two cases before, so I’d say we’re friends." Zhang Dayong glanced at the man’s back cautiously.

"Hmm." The man nodded slightly and finally turned around, "Do you know why the anti-smuggling bureau wants to arrest him?"

Zhang Dayong’s Adam’s apple bobbed. That question seemed simple, but was he really only asking the literal meaning?

The anti-smuggling bureau arrests for smuggling, what else could it be? Does this even need asking?

After two seconds of silence, Zhang Dayong carefully started: "I know a bit, but I’m not clear on the specifics."

The middle-aged man smiled, patting Zhang Dayong on the shoulder: "Alright, go and get busy."

"When you have the chance, pass a message to Qi Yun for me, just say I want to have a chat with him."

Zhang Dayong was taken aback and didn’t immediately grasp the meaning behind the words.

Qi Yun is still in custody, how can I convey a message to him?

Could it be... he’s going to be released?

At this thought, Zhang Dayong couldn’t help but feel a hint of joy.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, there are many things he cannot see clearly, but those at the summit can often see much more clearly.

Without time to think deeply, Zhang Dayong hurriedly nodded: "Alright, I’ll relay it when I have the chance."

"Then I’ll let you get back to work, I won’t disturb you any longer."

The middle-aged man waved his hand: "Mm, go on."

After leaving the office, Zhang Dayong breathed a long sigh of relief, proceeding to the elevator and heading downstairs, while wondering privately why they would want to meet with Qi Yun.

As the elevator reached the first floor and he stepped off, he heard someone calling him from behind.

"Director Zhang! Wait!"

Zhang Dayong turned around, puzzled, and when he saw who called him, he quickly turned and went up: "Secretary Jiang, you were looking for me?"

The man called Secretary Jiang smiled: "The leader wants to see you, come with me."

Zhang Dayong was momentarily stunned, surprised by the unexpected summons.

The leader referred to by Secretary Jiang was actually Ma Chaoyang, the deputy director, whom the middle-aged man had just mentioned.

(To explain, the plot was adjusted a bit, and the license plate 0003 mentioned in Chapter 163 corresponds to this person.

Previously, the setting was too high and risky; since the earlier part can’t be changed, treat this as a bug, and we ask for your understanding.)

Ma Chaoyang is not only a second-in-command but also directs a governmental department, essentially being Zhang Dayong’s superior’s superior.

Generally, any assignments would not be given directly to him; they would be issued to the city bureau first and then distributed as specific tasks.

Therefore, bypassing the city bureau to summon him directly seemed quite unusual.

The only thing Zhang Dayong could connect it to was the incident that happened at the warehouse in the morning.

The two hurriedly made their way to an office on the ninth floor, which was decorated similarly to the one Zhang Dayong left, also with a very good view overlooking distant forests and lakes.

"Leader, you wanted to see me." Zhang Dayong greeted, wearing a very cautious smile.

Ma Chaoyang lifted his gaze from behind the desk, gave a soft "Hmm" and pointed to the chair opposite him: "Sit, I called you to ask you something."

"Yes, please go ahead." Zhang Dayong cautiously sat on the chair but only sat on a third of the seat.

Ma Chaoyang continued perusing the document in his hand, speaking casually: "I heard that the anti-smuggling bureau was in your jurisdiction this morning handling a case and almost clashed with your people. Is that true?"

Upon hearing this, the cold sweat on Zhang Dayong that had just subsided quickly reappeared, and his back was soon drenched.

Wasn’t it more than likely that they already knew the details?

Moreover, that search warrant was orchestrated by the very person in front of him... 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"There was a small misunderstanding, the anti-smuggling bureau wanted to search a warehouse that is actually a confidential area under the National Cultural Heritage Administration, which sent a letter directly to our division, and we..." Zhang Dayong made a pained expression as he spoke.

Ma Chaoyang put down the files and looked directly at Zhang Dayong, his tone carrying a hint of reproach: "When did you receive the letter from the National Cultural Heritage Administration? Why didn’t you report it?"