Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 470 - 289: We’ll Do Our Best to Meet Your Needs
Zhongshan Road, inside the office building.
Secretary Ji had just put down his phone when he hurriedly ran into the inner office.
"Leader! Director Fang and the others have just been taken away!"
He initially thought the old man might react, but unexpectedly, the other merely hummed lightly, then casually said, "I know."
A chill ran up Secretary Ji’s back instantly; he realized that the other indeed knew, and had known all along.
What about himself? Would he be next?
He stood there, distracted, afraid to think further.
Two hours later, after getting his wounds treated at the hospital, Qi Yun was brought to the hostel by Director Fu’s secretary.
"Sit down. How are your injuries?" Xiao Hanguang pointed to the sofa nearby invitingly.
"Just superficial wounds, they’ll be fine in a couple of days." Qi Yun replied as he walked over to sit on the couch.
Xiao Hanguang nodded: "We’re returning tomorrow. There’s something I need to tell you."
Upon hearing this, Qi Yun sat up straight, showing proper attitude: "Whatever you say, Leader."
He certainly wasn’t a fool; he knew when to be pretentious and when to obey, mastering that fine line quite well.
Seeing his demeanor, Xiao Hanguang was amused and turned to Director Fu: "Let’s talk about the batch of artifacts first."
Director Fu put down his teacup with a gentle smile: "First, on behalf of the National Museum, I’d like to thank you for your willingness to donate these valuable national treasures. I heard from Director Xiao that it wasn’t easy for you to transport them back."
"So, if you have any thoughts or requests, feel free to express them, and we’ll try our best to accommodate within our capabilities."
Qi Yun gave a shy smile, then replied earnestly: "Thank you for your concern, Leader. It truly was a journey fraught with difficulties to bring these national treasures back home. Initially, I spent a great deal to hire a security company..."
"Then, in the Red Sea, I encountered multiple aircraft carriers from the United Kingdom intercepting us..."
He exaggerated his tale for several minutes, and Xiao Hanguang couldn’t take anymore, interrupting him with a laugh: "Alright, are you telling us stories here? Just say what you want directly!"
Director Fu’s expression turned bizarre, as if mentally re-evaluating the young man before him.
Qi Yun wasn’t embarrassed even after being called out, chuckled, and scratched his head: "Alright, let me just say it then."
Sitting up, he became slightly more serious, "Regarding these artifacts, I offended some powerful people abroad. They’ve already sent assassins domestically to target me."
"Moreover, these people not only target me but also threaten my family’s safety, intending to kidnap them to pressure me."
"To be honest, I’ve previously set up a security company, hiring retired military personnel to protect my family’s safety."
"But my adversaries are highly influential, deploying assassins equipped with weapons, making it difficult even for my security team to handle."
"So, I was thinking... I want to apply for some gun permits for my security company. I hope the two leaders could..."
After speaking, Qi Yun looked at the two with hopeful eyes, appearing aggrieved and pitiful.
Xiao Hanguang’s teacup halted mid-air, his smile froze instantly, as if hearing something absurd.
Director Fu also withdrew his smile, furrowing his brows slightly. The two exchanged glances, seeing the surprise in each other’s eyes.
"What did you say?" Xiao Hanguang put down the teacup, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, "Gun permits? Do you know what that entails?"
Qi Yun’s look of grievance subsided, his tone earnest: "Leaders, I know it’s against the rules, but my circumstances are truly unique right now..."
"If you don’t believe me, I’ll have the assassins caught a couple of days ago sent to the Public Security Bureau. They still have accomplices secretly plotting to attack me, and they all have guns!"
Saying this, he exposed his bandaged hand stained with blood on the gauze: "Personally, I don’t care that much, but my wife and kids..." At this point, Qi Yun deliberately paused, showing a worried expression.
Actually, his hand injury wasn’t that serious, the blood on the gauze was intentionally smeared beforehand...
Director Fu contemplated before speaking: "Qi Yun, we understand your concerns, but the approval of gun permits is subject to strict legal regulations, not something we can decide lightly."
"Even the leaders of Public Security can’t approve it casually." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
"I’m not seeking personal gun ownership." Qi Yun quickly explained, "It’s for the key members of the security company, handled by designated personnel, absolutely not for misuse."
Xiao Hanguang sighed, taking over the conversation: "Security companies holding guns must have the special qualifications of a convoy company, and can only be equipped with specific models of riot guns, subject to twenty-four-hour surveillance."
"Your kind of company, don’t even think about it."
Hearing this, Qi Yun felt somewhat disappointed, although he had already anticipated that this matter wouldn’t be easy.
He swallowed, looking at the two with yearning, hesitantly asking: "Leaders, is there no chance for this at all?"
Xiao Hanguang and Director Fu exchanged a glance, remaining silent, the room falling into a brief silence.
After two to three minutes, Xiao Hanguang suddenly spoke: "Do you have another identity in Guo An?"
Qi Yun nodded repeatedly: "Before, I helped them solve a spy case, catching a few spies, so Director Duan recruited me as an auxiliary investigator."
Xiao Hanguang turned to Director Fu: "If that’s the case, could Old Xiang help this kid maneuver this?"
Director Fu furrowed his brows at hearing this, pondering for a while: "The process might work, but for anything else I could ask him to handle, but this matter is doubtful..."
"As long as the process works, no need for you to ask." Xiao Hanguang turned back to Qi Yun, "Kid, let’s not talk about this first, let me tell you another matter."
"Someone wants to meet you, don’t go anywhere these couple of days, focus on healing, then come to Beijing to find me."
"At that time, you can discuss with the person directly, there might be a chance with the gun permit issue."
Qi Yun’s eyes lit up, the previous disappointment completely vanished, and his body unconsciously leaned forward: "Director Xiao, who are you referring to...?"
Xiao Hanguang sipped his tea slowly and said, "You will find out when you get to Beijing."
"The tomb over in Mengbei has already begun protective excavation. The scale of the tomb is arguably the largest in the history of the country, probably only comparable to the Emperor’s Mausoleum and Zhaoling. This discovery is going to be historic."
"Plus, with the Loulan Kingdom relic you found before and this donation of national treasures, they are all major contributions, so there will be appropriate recognition and rewards for you."
Hearing this, Qi Yun felt a surge of joy internally, but remained humble on the surface: "This is what I should do, I dare not take the credit, I dare not take the credit..."
Xiao Hanguang waved his hand: "Alright, I’ve told you everything. Go back and have a good rest. If there’s anything urgent, you can call me."
"Alright, alright, then I won’t disturb you two leaders anymore." Qi Yun said as he stood up and left the room. Once outside, he couldn’t suppress the smile on his lips.
Although the other person’s words were casual, the weight they carried was undeniable.
Generally, it’s impossible for an ordinary person to contact this big shot directly. No matter how urgent the matter is, it would only be conveyed by a secretary, unless it’s someone of the same level.
So that sentence just now, basically meant he was getting special attention.
...
At eleven in the evening, Qi Yun, who had been taken away for two days, finally returned home.
Zhao Qing saw him covered in injuries, and tears immediately welled up, as she threw herself into his arms.
The next second, she remembered he was hurt and panickedly stepped back.
Qi Yun’s heart was fiercely seized by something. He gently held Zhao Qing in his arms and comforted her: "Don’t cry, didn’t I come back?"
"It’s okay now."
Zhao Qing’s tears fell like pearls on a broken string, soaking Qi Yun’s clothes.
She carefully hugged Qi Yun around the waist, afraid to hurt his wounds, her voice choked up: "I... I was so scared I’d never see you again..."
Upon hearing this, Qi Yun tightened his embrace, his chin resting on the top of her head, his voice soft: "What nonsense are you talking about, I promised you, I will always take care of you."
Zhao Qing cried even harder, it took quite a while for her to release the emotions suppressed in her heart.
"By the way, that night after they took you away, I was really worried about you, so I contacted him... Last time, I heard you say he was wealthy, so I hoped he could help save you..."
Qi Yun was slightly startled, a warm current surged in his heart.
He knew Zhao Qing still held a deep grudge against Zhao Weilin, but she was still willing to plead with him to save Qi Yun.
"Alright, you don’t have to worry about this, I’ll find a chance to thank him."
"Mhm~"
After comforting Zhao Qing, Qi Yun went to the little girl’s room, kissed her cheek, and then quietly retreated.
"Later you go to sleep first, I’m going to arrange something."
Qi Yun went downstairs and greeted Zhao Qing, then headed outside.
As soon as he arrived at the door, Chen Wei drove up in the BMW 5 Series.
Qi Yun sat in the passenger seat and asked Chen Wei: "Is everything arranged?"
Chen Wei was driving while responding: "Our people have been watching. That guy named Ji might try to escape; his mistress was packing luggage today."
"Also, Old Bai is keeping an eye on the guy named Han over there."
Qi Yun nodded, thought for a few seconds, and instructed: "For the one trying to escape, it’s best to catch him when he’s on the run."
"Okay."
Half an hour later, the car arrived at the suburbs, finally stopping outside an orchard.
Two hundred meters ahead was the courtyard where Qi Yun was locked up yesterday.
"Are we doing this?" Chen Wei turned off the car and turned to ask.
Qi Yun took a cigarette out of his pocket, put it in his mouth: "Let’s do it. Can it be done in the time it takes to smoke a cigarette?"
Chen Wei picked up the walkie-talkie and asked: "The boss is asking if it can be done in the time it takes to smoke a cigarette."
Soon the walkie-talkie crackled with Eagle’s response: "Don’t worry, boss, we’ll be done before the cigarette’s out."
Qi Yun lit the cigarette, took a deep puff, and looked out at the dark courtyard two hundred meters away. The barbed wire on the wall glinted coldly in the moonlight, who knows how many unjust souls were buried inside...
"How many people are in there?" Qi Yun asked, cigarette in his mouth.
"A total of six."
Qi Yun "hmm"ed in acknowledgement, not asking further.
Given the skills of Eagle and his team, dealing with these reckless sorts wouldn’t even take the time of a cigarette.
Sure enough, in just two or three minutes, the walkie-talkie crackled again.
"All subdued! You can come in!"
The car engine started again, driving straight to the gate. Once the vehicle stopped, Qi Yun strode confidently into the courtyard.
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