Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System Chapter 125 - 118: The One Million Reward! (Double Release)

Qi Yun waved at him: "Director Yu, you’re too polite. It’s my honor to contribute to the national scientific research."

"Haha, we’ll have a brief donation ceremony in a while, which will take a few minutes of your ti. I hope you won’t refuse."

Qi Yun initially wanted to refuse, but since the other party had already put it this way, refusing would seem rather impolite, so he had to agree: "Sure, I’ll definitely cooperate with your work."

Not long after, a museum staff mber ca in from outside.

"Director Yu, everything is set up."

"Okay, let’s head over then." Yu Qixuan nodded to the person and then looked at Qi Yun, saying, "Shall we go?"

"Alright."

The donation ceremony was held in a spacious conference room, decorated with so flowers and banners, looking quite formal.

Besides the museum staff, there were also several people with caras.

Yu Qixuan stood in front of everyone, cleared his throat, and then said so official words.

Then applause surrounded them, and Qi Yun walked up to the stage.

Yu Qixuan shook hands with Qi Yun and handed him a donation certificate: "Mr. Qi Yun, this is a donation certificate from our museum. Once again, thank you for your generous act."

The caras focused at this mont, and Qi Yun forced a smile.

...

After leaving the museum, Qi Yun drove to pick up Zhong Rui from the office, and then they headed to the market to buy a few fish nets, before driving towards Tobruk Town.

"We’re going to catch a pigeon this trip. If we find it, be gentle and make sure not to injure it." Qi Yun explained while driving.

"Got it, boss." Zhong Rui nodded in acknowledgnt and didn’t ask any more questions.

Tobruk Town was quite large. The two of them traveled on the bumpy dirt road for over half an hour before arriving near Yinmaili Village.

Qi Yun parked the car next to an abandoned earth-brick house, and each of them took a net to start searching separately.

"The pigeon is gray. If there’s any situation, contact by phone at any ti."

"Understood."

Qi Yun walked towards the north of the village, carefully observing the surroundings along the way.

By the roadside were rows of poplar trees covered with fallen leaves, possibly a hiding place for the pigeon.

As he walked, he paid attention to the ground for any feathers or other clues.

After searching for more than forty minutes, he heard a faint "cooing" sound while passing by a large shrubbery.

Feeling a sense of tension, Qi Yun slowly approached the bushes, tightening his grip on the net unconsciously.

He gingerly parted the branches and leaves to look inside.

In the next second, he heard the fluttering sound of wings. A pheasant with a long tail and colorful feathers burst out from the bushes.

Qi Yun’s net wavered involuntarily as he was startled by the sudden appearance of the pheasant.

Calming himself, he shook his head disappointedly, thinking he’d found the pigeon, but it turned out to be just a pheasant.

This was sothing he used to eat often back in his hotown, and now it’s suddenly beco a second-class protected animal.

"Better not ss with it, better not ss with it."

...

Ti quickly slipped into the afternoon, and with the sky getting dark, Qi Yun had already scoured more than half of the village with no success—not a single feather, let alone a pigeon.

Zhong Rui had the sa results.

Both of them reluctantly decided to call it a day and plan to co back tomorrow.

They hoped the injured pigeon would hold out for a few more days and not starve to death.

Just after Qi Yun dropped Zhong Rui off, his phone rang in his pocket. Checking the screen, he saw Zhang Dayong’s na displayed.

"Hey, Qi Yun, thanks for last night’s help." Zhang Dayong’s voice ca through the phone with a hint of excitent.

"Hehe, nothing to thank for." Qi Yun chuckled and shook his head, "Has the case been solved?"

Zhang Dayong knew he was asking about the smuggling case, not the theft case.

"It’s solved! The guy confessed to everything—twelve bronze artifacts involved, worth over fifty million!"

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun couldn’t help but gasp, "Fifty million? That’s quite gutsy."

"Exactly, even the city leaders were alerted," Zhang Dayong remarked on the other end, "This ti, thanks to the crucial information you provided, I owe you one."

Qi Yun understood what was ant. It seems the other party earned quite so credit this ti and had started showing goodwill towards him.

The reason he chose to inform them rather than directly report to the police was precisely for this statent.

"Haha, there’s no such thing as a favor; it’s what we ought to do," Qi Yun responded modestly.

Zhang Dayong laughed heartily: "How about I treat you to a al later? This ti, not in the canteen, but sowhere outside."

"Sure, I was just about to grab a bite myself," Qi Yun replied.

"Then you pick a place, I’m new here and not familiar with the area."

"Alright, I’ll send you the location later."

After hanging up, a smile appeared on Qi Yun’s lips.

He first sent a ssage to Zhao Qing, letting her know he wouldn’t be ho for dinner.

Then, thinking it over, he sent the address of Old Feng’s hotpot restaurant to Zhang Dayong.

More than half an hour later, Qi Yun arrived at the hotpot restaurant first.

The newly acquired shop on the right had been renovated, partitioned into small compartnts, already packed with people.

Qi Yun walked straight to the counter and said to Old Feng, who was busy with his head down, "Business looks pretty good, huh?"

Old Feng looked up, and upon seeing him, a smile spread across his face, "What brings you here?"