Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 456 - 282: Use Job Titles While Working

Zhang Dayong was at a loss for words; this question was basically the same as the one asked by the previous person.

In terms of procedure, the letter from the National Cultural Heritage Administration had confidentiality requirements, and he wasn’t obligated to report it upward, but in actual work, no one did this.

Zhang Dayong remained silent and didn’t respond; he had already prepared himself for punishment before entering this office.

The other party, even if dissatisfied, would only scold him verbally for a few words. At least until that matter, which had been brewing for several months, completely cleared up, there was no way they could really act against him, unless Zhang Dayong foolishly exposed a vital weakness.

After a round of scolding, Ma Chaoyang seemed to have vented his anger: "Alright, you may go now."

"Alright, alright, you go ahead with your work, leader." Zhang Dayong got up as if he had received an amnesty and walked towards the door.

Just as he reached for the handle, a voice came from behind: "Don’t think that just because it’s always sunny, you don’t need to carry an umbrella; who knows if it will rain tomorrow."

Zhang Dayong paused, nodded in acknowledgment: "Yes, I will remember that."

Ma Chaoyang gave him a glance: "Hmm, I hope you really do remember."

After Zhang Dayong left, Ma Chaoyang picked up the phone on his desk and dialed a number. After two rings, the call was quickly answered.

"Hello, Secretary Ji, is the teacher available now?"

"Yes, I didn’t expect it either, not even the National Cultural Heritage Administration is involved."

"Alright, please convey to the teacher that I’ll be there shortly."

After hanging up, Ma Chaoyang immediately called in Secretary Jiang, instructing him, "I’m heading out for a bit; you don’t need to follow. When Director Fang from customs arrives, have him wait in the lounge for me."

Secretary Jiang nodded: "Alright, leader."

Over half an hour later, in the office where Director Duan had previously been, Ma Chaoyang met the elder.

Before he even had a chance to sit down properly, Ma Chaoyang hurriedly spoke: "Teacher..."

"How many times have I told you, refer to titles during work. Why are you still acting like an impatient young man?" the elder admonished discontentedly.

Though the words were of reproach, it also subtly indicated their unusual relationship.

"Yes, yes." Ma Chaoyang bowed his head, looking humble and receptive to guidance. He knew that the elder was not dissatisfied with him calling him ’teacher’, but with his own display of impatience.

But as the saying goes, until the knife is at your throat, you don’t know fear.

Given the elder’s status, even if someone with ulterior motives held evidence, they couldn’t do anything to him. But it was different for himself; not having a robust build meant he would definitely face consequences.

Moreover, Ma Chaoyang was currently at a very critical juncture and was doing his utmost to avoid any possible upheavals. Even a small ripple could potentially lead to his downfall.

And once a step is taken, it’s not just him who would benefit...

This was also why shortly after Brother Biao’s downfall, Qi Yun was hastily taken away without concrete evidence.

The elder also settled onto the sofa, crossing his legs, he said, "Just received word that a team from the National Museum is coming over, arriving this afternoon."

"The National Museum?" Ma Chaoyang was momentarily startled, but quickly responded, cautiously asking, "Are they here for those relics or for Qi Yun?"

The two are indeed not the same; if they are here merely for the relics, there are ways to manage it. But if the other side wants both the relics and to protect Qi Yun, things might get complicated.

After all, the National Museum, though a public institution, has significant influence; the intricacies are profound.

The elder shook his head, holding the teacup, he sighed: "It’s unclear for now."

Hearing this response, Ma Chaoyang felt a bit restless, clearly caring more about the matter than anyone else.

"For now, don’t worry about their stance; the most important thing is to handle the current issue well, and nip the danger in the bud," the elder sipping tea, turned to look outside the window, "As for the rest, I will do my best to hold them off for you."

Hearing this, ten thousand wild horses ran through Ma Chaoyang’s mind; what does he mean by help me hold them off? We share the spoils, but I take the fall alone?

But these words he only dared to think; outwardly, he nodded repeatedly: "Alright, alright, thanks, teacher, I will arrange it."

The elder nodded, saying faintly: "Alright, you may leave now; I still need to meet with that person."

"Okay, then I’ll take my leave. Teacher, please take care." Ma Chaoyang said and left.

Once the office door was closed again, the elder placed the teacup down, sighed, and muttered to himself, "Hope it can be stopped..."

...

Smuggling Bureau.

After finishing a call outside, Director Han walked into the interrogation room where Qi Yun was, with a sullen face.

Upon entering, he had the two officers inside leave, turned off the monitoring, and then approached the interrogation table, pressing down his fury, staring intently at Qi Yun.

"This will be my last conversation with you; I urge you to cherish this opportunity, or it will be too late for regrets."

Qi Yun turned his head to look at Director Han’s angry face. Although he didn’t know what happened outside, he could guess some from the other’s expression.

He ignored the warning in the words, allowing a cold smile to slip onto his lips: "So, Director Han’s not in the best mood, I see?"

Director Han’s fists clenched tightly, making cracking noises, finally bursting into an angry laugh: "Alright, alright, let’s see how long you can keep up this act."

With that, he turned towards the door and shouted: "Someone! Cuff him! Take him away!"

Two officers entered upon hearing the command, seized Qi Yun, and led him outside.

Qi Yun had no idea where they were taking him, forced to put on a pair of free silver bracelets, and was then held till they reached a car awaiting outside.

This time, unlike when he was captured, there were fewer people involved—just Director Han and three officers, using a private vehicle.

The car exited the customs compound, heading south, finally stopping at the gate of a large estate in the suburbs. The estate had high walls, and the gate was thick, with very few gaps, making it almost impossible to see inside.

"You all stay here!" Director Han ordered before getting out of the car first.

He approached the iron gate, knocked on it; after a while, a window opened, revealing a man’s face.

"Where’s the person?"

Upon hearing this, Director Han turned and beckoned: "Bring him over!"

Qi Yun, being led by two officers, deliberately slowed his pace, quickly scanning the electrified fencing atop the walls and the hidden cameras on the gate posts.

This place didn’t seem like a detention center or an interrogation point; it seemed more like a privately set detention site.

"What are you looking at!" one of the officers pushing his shoulder, not allowing him time to delay.

Once they reached the gate, it opened from inside, two dark-skinned, burly men stepped out, dragging Qi Yun in and locking the gate behind.

"Go!" Director Han ordered, taking the officers back to the car.

After the car started, one of the officers in the back hesitated before asking, "Director Han, doing this... won’t cause any trouble, will it?"

Evidently, he knew Qi Yun’s identity, knowing well that what they did was against the rules, causing him to worry.

Upon hearing this, Director Han turned around, initially wanting to rebuke but decided to soften his tone: "Don’t overthink it, though he has some identity, he got involved with someone he shouldn’t have."

"Besides, when the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up; what are you worried about?"

The officer on the back seat fell silent, saying nothing more afterward.

Director Han also turned back, leaning on the seat, lit a cigarette, took a couple of puffs. Then sat up, surveying everyone, his expression stern as he reminded them: "Remember! Don’t disclose this to anyone!"

"Yes!" all the officers responded promptly.

Satisfied with their understanding, Director Han nodded, resuming to puff on his cigarette.

At that moment, he had not realized that the tall one he mentioned also included himself.

...

At 2 p.m., a flight from Beijing landed at Tianshan International Airport. Yu Qixuan, who had been informed in advance, along with the leaders of Jiang Province Museum, personally awaited at the exit to greet.

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