Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System Chapter 491 - 306: Salaman’s Request

Ti quickly flew by to two days later. These past two days, besides spending ti with his family, Qi Yun also attended several events organized by the city, mainly to publicize his personal achievents.

That afternoon, after finishing recording a personal interview, Qi Yun had just stepped out of the city TV station when he received a call from abroad. He glanced at the note on the screen and sighed inwardly, knowing it was ti to repay a debt.

"Qi Yun, congratulations! I’ve seen reports about you even here in Zhongdong."

Qi Yun leaned against the car, smiling helplessly: "Haha, it’s all just empty fa. I owe it to Mr. Salaman for his help last ti. If there’s a chance, I’ll personally co to Zhongdong to thank you."

"Hahaha, please don’t call ’Mr.’, just use my na, otherwise it makes our relationship seem distant." Salaman’s hearty laughter ca through the receiver, "And there’s no need to thank either. Friends are ant to help each other."

"Alright, then I won’t be polite, Salaman." Qi Yun’s tone relaxed a bit, as he led the conversation, "I’m guessing you didn’t call just to talk about the reports, right?"

"You’re as perceptive as ever." Seeing Qi Yun’s straightforwardness, Salaman didn’t beat around the bush, "That’s right, I called because there’s sothing I’d like to ask for your help with."

Qi Yun wasn’t surprised, as he opened the car door and got in: "Go ahead, as long as it’s within my capability, I won’t turn you down."

"Great, then I won’t hold back." Salaman’s tone beca more formal, "It’s like this, as you know, our Zhongdong’s desert and coastline span very large areas, and ensuring safety in certain regions has always been a challenge."

"So I’ve been promoting a space project recently, hoping to build our own high-precision satellite positioning system to ensure the safety of the oil transportation routes."

"My advisory team suggests that Huaxia’s BeiDou system most closely ets our requirents, but there are so obstacles. I hope you can help facilitate this matter."

Although Salaman ntioned ensuring the safety of oil transportation routes, Qi Yun sensed that the issue was more complex than that.

The so-called "safety of oil transportation routes" is just a façade; a high-precision satellite positioning system has many applications, like missile guidance, jet take-offs and landings, and armored unit maneuvers—all rely on it.

Moreover, what puzzled Qi Yun the most was why Salaman would seek his help for such a matter—did he believe Qi Yun had that much influence?

Qi Yun couldn’t help but show a wry smile, pondering how to handle this matter.

Before he could respond, Salaman continued on the other end of the line: "So things are not convenient to discuss over the phone. Tomorrow, a diplomatic team is visiting Huaxia, and I plan to co with them. I’ll tell you the details in person."

Upon hearing that Salaman planned to co in person, Qi Yun temporarily pushed down his doubts: "Okay, we’ll discuss it further when we et." Regardless of whether he could help, he needed to maintain the proper attitude.

The two ended the call, and Qi Yun sighed, feeling both eager and powerless.

After a brief contemplation, he patted the back of the driver’s seat: "Brother Wei, let’s head to the bank."

Chen Wei nodded and started the car, leaving the TV station compound.

Forty minutes later, the car arrived at the bank’s entrance. Before Qi Yun could get out, Tian Yaosheng jogged over to open the car door for him.

"President Qi, welco, welco. I apologize for making you co all the way here."

Qi Yun got out of the car and shook hands with him: "Haha, President Tian, you’re being too polite."

Originally, Tian Yaosheng had contacted him a few days ago, expressing a desire to visit, but Qi Yun was constantly busy. Today, finally having so free ti, he decided to co by directly.

Previously, Secretary Ji’s team had tried to access his safe deposit box at the bank. At that ti, Tian Yaosheng had discreetly inford Qi Yun through a subordinate nad Xiao Jing, although Qi Yun was unreachable by phone, so a ssage was sent instead.

Although Tian Yaosheng didn’t know back then that Qi Yun had been arrested, he still took a risk by discreetly informing him, even though it didn’t aid much. Nevertheless, Qi Yun appreciated the gesture.

Tian Yaosheng led Qi Yun to the president’s office, personally poured him a cup of tea, and never stopped talking with his plump mouth.

"President Qi, have so tea. I recently got this from Fujian Province through a friend."

"Try it out. If you like it, I’ll put so in your trunk later."

Qi Yun waved his hand, unconcerned about the quality of the tea: "Thank you for the kind offer, but I don’t drink tea often, so better not take what’s yours."

Tian Yaosheng paused, his eyes shifting slightly, trying to grasp the underlying aning of Qi Yun’s words.

As Qi Yun took a sip of tea and looked up at him, noticing his expression, Qi Yun realized there was a misunderstanding.

Sotis this is how it goes—when soone offers you sothing and you don’t accept, it might make them overthink.

But he didn’t explain further. After putting down the teacup, he asked: "President Tian, I assu you didn’t invite for just tea."

Tian Yaosheng ca back to reality, rubbed his hands, appearing slightly embarrassed.

Qi Yun smiled: "Haha, we’ve known each other for so ti, so feel free to speak your mind, President Tian."

Tian Yaosheng’s chubby face twitched slightly as he coughed twice, then gradually leaned in: "President Qi, to be honest, there’s indeed sothing I need your help with this ti."

Qi Yun looked up, signaling for him to continue.

"Here’s the situation: Deputy President Sun of the provincial branch will retire next month, and the vacant position is likely to be filled by a recomnded candidate from the branch." Tian Yaosheng lowered his voice even further, "Frankly, I’ve been in the New District branch for five years, and this is the best opportunity..."

Qi Yun understood—it was about Tian Yaosheng seeking a promotion.

He glanced at him and then casually asked: "Do you think I can help you, President Tian?"

Tian Yaosheng bent even lower, his round face filled with a cautious smile: "President Qi, you’re too modest! If even you can’t help with this, then no one can."

Considering his position, he needed to be aware not only of policies from the higher-level bank but also of so local developnts.

So when Secretary Ji’s "guilt-induced suicide" happened, he had looked into it, combined with Secretary Ji’s attempt to open Qi Yun’s safe deposit box at his bank...

Connecting the dots, Qi Yun’s significance in his eyes had skyrocketed.

Adding on the recent flood of dia coverage, even getting special ntions on national news, Qi Yun instantly beca an unattainable "big figure" to him.

"President Qi, this is a once-in-a-lifeti opportunity for . Please, help out considering our past interactions."

"In the future, if you ever need my help, just say the word, and I, Old Tian, won’t be vague about it!"

Seeing his sincere words and considering he owed him a favor anyway, Qi Yun thought for a mont and decided to help.

"Haha, President Tian, there’s no need to speak so formally."

"How about this, I’ll try to ask around for you, but I can’t guarantee anything."

Tian Yaosheng’s eyes lit up right away, and his already stooped posture almost touched the coffee table: "Oh! Oh! It’s great that you’re willing to help, President Qi! No matter the outco, I’ll rember this huge favor!"

In his view, such a small matter for Qi Yun was surely a cinch; he was just being humble.

Qi Yun nodded, ready to leave now that they’d finished talking: "Alright, wait for my call."

Tian Yaosheng quickly bounced up from the sofa: "Oh! Yes! Yes! Thank you, President Qi!"

He briskly moved ahead of Qi Yun and attentively opened the office door: "President Qi, I’ll see you off. If you need anything, feel free to call anyti."

Qi Yun naturally understood what he ant by "need," and waved with a smile: "No need, no need to see off."

Nonetheless, Tian Yaosheng still moved two steps forward, his hand resting on the door handle: "No way! I’ll see you downstairs."

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