Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 469 - 288: Personally Coming to Pick Up

At noon, in a small restaurant outside the Provincial Museum, Tong Yangming put down his phone and turned to Yu Qixuan beside him: "They agreed to release him, but he said he’s injured and can’t move easily, so he asked me to go to the customs bureau to sign the donation agreement with him."

Upon hearing this, Yu Qixuan’s hand holding the chopsticks paused in mid-air, and after a while, he smacked his lips: "Qi boy is feeling resentful, huh."

Tong Yangming smiled and shook his head, picked up the teacup, and sipped from it.

Yu Qixuan put down his chopsticks and asked, "What do you plan to do?"

Tong Yangming didn’t answer but expressed his stance through his actions.

He picked up his phone and dialed Director Fu’s number. After explaining the situation, he added: "My old ailment of dizziness flared up today. Why don’t you, as the director, go personally?"

Director Fu on the other end of the phone chuckled: "Alright, then, Uncle Tong, you get some rest, and I’ll go with Old Xiao."

"Hmm." Tong Yangming didn’t say anything further, just acknowledged and hung up.

Beside him, Yu Qixuan picked up the unopened bottle of white liquor on the table, unscrewed it, poured two glasses, and handed one to Tong Yangming: "You really handled this well, come on! Let’s have a drink today, no matter what!"

Tong Yangming didn’t refuse, raised his glass, and said: "Just this one glass, I have important work this afternoon."

...

In the living room of a suite in the guesthouse.

Director Fu put down his phone and casually said: "Uncle Tong called, the kid can’t wait, he wants to settle accounts now."

Xiao Hanguang sitting opposite chuckled: "Haha, this kid is really interesting, huh?"

"Yes, he’s just like you, seeking revenge without delay."

Xiao Hanguang nodded, rubbing his chin: "Alright, since we’re here, let’s be good to the end and let him vent."

Director Fu agreed: "Will you make the call or should I?"

"I’ll do it." Xiao Hanguang picked up the phone on the table, "Old Xiang’s involvement wouldn’t be appropriate, better let Old Li make this call instead."

...

Over two hours later, four black Passats drove smoothly into the customs compound, with clearance passes affixed to the windshields.

The cars immediately attracted attention as they drove into the compound.

"Why are they here? What’s gone wrong?" 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"Haven’t heard anything, guessing someone is in trouble..."

"This is quite a lineup..."

The four Passats parked directly at the entrance of the customs bureau building, and the people inside got out and lined up.

After Xiao Hanguang and Director Fu also exited the cars, the leader stepped forward and whispered: "Director Xiao, we’ll go to work first."

Xiao Hanguang nodded: "Hmm, you guys focus on your work, don’t mind us."

"Okay." The leader waved, leading the others into the hall ahead.

"Let’s go, let’s meet this boy too."

In the interrogation room, Qi Yun was resting in his chair.

With a "creak~" sound, the door opened from outside, and a customs bureau officer led several people in.

Qi Yun turned his head to glance over, finding he didn’t recognize any of them, but the two leading figures exuded an air of authority, making him suspect their identities.

Then, someone from the group stepped forward to introduce: "These two are Director Fu of the National Museum and Director Xiao of the National Cultural Heritage Administration."

Qi Yun was taken aback, originally thinking Vice Director Tong would come, but unexpectedly, these two had come personally.

He pressed on the chair’s armrest and slowly stood up, his body, though aching all over, was upright.

"Hello, leaders!"

Xiao Hanguang waved his hand, scanning him for a moment, finally focusing on his bruised face and wounded wrist, frowning slightly: "Comrade Qi, sorry for your grievance."

Director Fu stepped forward, his gaze gentle: "How’s your body? Would you like to go to the hospital to treat your wound?"

Qi Yun shook his head: "Thank you for your concern, it’s nothing serious."

Xiao Hanguang looked at his forced demeanor, but instead smiled slightly: "Alright, let’s go."

"Okay." Qi Yun nodded, gathered the things on the table, and followed them hobbling out the door.

He was well aware that since the two had come, there was no need for him to say much about the subsequent matters, just watch quietly.

Upstairs, inside the Director’s office.

Director Fang and Director Han were as anxious as ants on a hot pan, as the former had personally gone to the interrogation room that morning to try to persuade Qi Yun to sign and leave. Yet, despite all his persuasive words and humble demeanor, Qi Yun remained unmoved.

Several phone calls had already been made to their office, urging them to resolve the issue swiftly, leaving Director Fang so agitated that his blood pressure had risen.

"These bastards!" Director Han cursed, and only he knew whom he was cursing.

Director Fang swallowed a handful of blood pressure pills, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "We can’t delay this matter any longer, or neither of us will be able to get away with it."

"Later, go and see his wife, lower your stance a bit, and ask her to come and persuade him, saying that prolonging his injuries will cause problems."

"I went this morning!" Director Han gritted his teeth, "His bodyguards won’t let us get close, I can’t even see her! The phone can’t connect either!"

Upon hearing this, Director Fang was stupefied and was about to say something more when the office door was pushed open, and seven or eight people in black suits walked in.

The leading man in black showed his credentials and coldly said, "Director Fang, Director Han, we are from SJW. You are suspected of abusing power and illegal interrogation. We are now lawfully investigating you, please cooperate."

The water cup in Director Fang’s hand fell with a "clang," shattering into pieces.

He pointed at the door, lips trembling, "You... you must be mistaken, right? Anything can be done through organizational procedures..."

"Procedures?" the leader sneered and motioned for his men to step forward, "Do you think we would appear here if the procedures weren’t followed?"

Director Han took a sudden step back, hitting the filing cabinet with a dull thud.

He understood the meaning behind those words and knew what awaited him, his eyes full of despair.

"Take them away!"

With these words, several staff members stepped forward, escorting the two men out.

In the corridor, every member of the Anti-smuggling Bureau widened their eyes in disbelief at the scene before them...

Inside a Volkswagen Magotan parked at the entrance, Xiao Hanguang saw Director Fang and Director Han being escorted out and asked Qi Yun with a smile, "Kid, can you leave now?"

Qi Yun knew this wasn’t the time to negotiate. He turned from the front passenger seat, bared his teeth, and replied, "Haha, thank you, leader, for personally picking me up."

Xiao Hanguang laughed heartily and pointed at Qi Yun while speaking to Director Fu, "See, this kid knows how to adapt, hahaha."

Director Fu also smiled and said to Qi Yun, "Rest assured, this matter will be addressed, but remember, there’s a limit to everything; don’t rush."

Qi Yun understood the implication behind the words but didn’t naively believe the hidden dangers were entirely resolved.

"I understand, thank you to both leaders!"

Just then, Director Han and others were escorted downstairs and into the cars behind. Qi Yun glanced at them and then turned with a smile, "Leaders, may I have a word with Director Han?"

Xiao Hanguang raised his chin and signaled the driver, who nodded, opened the car door, and went to the car behind, saying a few words. The people inside then got out and stood by.

Xiao Hanguang glanced in the rear-view mirror and said to Qi Yun, "Go ahead."

"Alright," Qi Yun replied, got out of the car, walked to the back vehicle, and through the windshield, saw Director Han sitting in the back seat, so he opened the door and sat inside.

Director Han’s hands were cuffed with silver bracelets, his eyes empty, looking defeated.

Seeing Qi Yun sit beside him, a trace of venom suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The ones he hated most at the moment were Secretary Ji, who dumped the blame on them, and Qi Yun.

If this guy hadn’t stubbornly refused to leave, perhaps today’s incident wouldn’t have happened. Even if there was a reckoning later, he wouldn’t be in this state, abandoned like a worthless dog.

Qi Yun ignored his hateful glare, leisurely took a cigarette pack from his pocket, drew a cigarette but didn’t light it.

"You were just following orders, a small character; I have no reason to retaliate against you."

"But you shouldn’t have threatened my family. Did you think you had me cornered?"

Director Han’s face twitched violently as if someone had gouged him with a knife, and the defiance he had been holding onto quickly dissipated.

He thought Qi Yun wanted to hear him admit his mistakes, thinking he might have a chance.

So he suddenly turned his head, tightly grasping the seat’s leather with his fingers, his venomous eyes turning into a plea, "I’m sorry, Mr. Qi! It’s all my fault! I... I was confused..."

"Click~"

Qi Yun lit his cigarette with a lighter, took a drag, and said with a faint smile, "Don’t worry, I won’t let you go to jail."

Director Han’s eyes suddenly lit up, like a drowning man clutching the last straw, his body unconsciously leaning forward, "Really? Mr. Qi! As long as you’re willing to let me go, I’ll do anything! I’ll give you all my money..."

Qi Yun didn’t respond, took a deep look at him, opened the car door, got out, and at the same time as he tossed the cigarette butt, took out his phone and sent a message.

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