Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System Chapter 569 - 382: Breaking News (Double-Length)

Noon, Fu Wentao’s villa.

Qi Yun placed the two treasure swords brought back from Japan on the table. The bronze sword on the left had an ancient shape, its surface covered with green patterns, giving a heavy sense of history from the Spring and Autumn period.

In contrast, the Nine Dragon Treasure Sword on the right appeared much more luxurious. The sword’s body was entwined with nine golden dragons, with immaculate details on the dragon whiskers and scales. A pigeon blood ruby was embedded in the hilt, symbolizing the pinnacle craftsmanship of the Qianlong era.

Fu Wentao held the Nine Dragon Treasure Sword in his hand, scrutinizing it closely, with an indescribable emotion on his face. His ancestors were once highly regarded by that emperor, and many items bestowed by Qianlong were still preserved in the ancestral ho.

"Tha...thank you." Fu Wentao put the Nine Dragon Treasure Sword back in the wooden box and earnestly thanked Qi Yun.

"Big brother, you’re making a big deal out of this." Qi Yun replied, feigning dissatisfaction.

Fu Wentao wasn’t a pretentious person. He patted Qi Yun’s shoulder and then asked, "What are you going to do with the Tai’e Sword?"

"I haven’t thought about it yet," Qi Yun shook his head. This thing is too valuable. It would be the crown jewel in any museum.

Fu Wentao played with the jade thumb ring on his finger, then suggested after so thought, "Why don’t you let handle it? You’re not into collecting anyway; I’ll get you sothing practical in return."

Qi Yun’s eyes lit up, and he imdiately smiled and agreed, "That would be great."

He felt assured leaving it to Fu Wentao, knowing it wouldn’t end up overseas.

Fu Wentao nodded, "Alright, stay for dinner tonight."

"I can’t stay for dinner. I need to go back to Bird City to handle so matters," Qi Yun politely declined Fu Wentao’s invitation.

Fu Wentao didn’t insist, "Then take the plane with you; it will make your travels more convenient."

"Gave...gave it to ?" Qi Yun was stunned. A Gulfstream G700 costs six or seven hundred million. Fu Wentao’s generosity was astonishing.

The casual tone made it sound like he was giving away a toy plane.

"What? Don’t you like it?" Fu Wentao chuckled softly.

Qi Yun regained his composure and quickly grinned in gratitude, "No, no, it’s just too moving. Big brother, you’ve really ward my heart."

A private jet incurs various costs: annual maintenance, crew salaries, tarmac rentals—all totaling nearly ten million annually, not to ntion fuel and route approval fees.

Ordinary businessn surely cannot afford this, but for Qi Yun, it wasn’t much pressure.

On the way back, not only were Qi Yun and Xiao Wu on the plane, but Brother Quan was also sent over by Fu Wentao to temporarily accompany him.

This thrilled Qi Yun. Having an expert like this increased security and also bolstered his team’s capabilities.

...

At 8 PM, the plane landed at the airport.

Qi Yun had just walked out of the terminal when he received two explosive pieces of news.

First, many high-ranking officials from culture and the museum were being investigated for smuggling Country artifacts.

These people replaced authentic pieces in the museum with fakes and profited through special channels, not expecting the originals to show up in auctions where sharp-eyed individuals recognized them, ultimately exposing the sche.

It’s important to know that the treasures in the museum are not rely archaeological finds; many are donations from the public, so their actions incited public outrage.

Coincidentally, Tong Lao from the Country’s cultural ministry discovered sothing suspicious during his last visit to Province J, secretly gathering significant evidence. Consequently, the disciplinary departnt quickly apprehended a group of people.

The other piece of news was even more sensational. Just a few hours ago, the person behind Zhang Dayong was also taken away.

Upon learning of this, Zhang Dayong imdiately called Qi Yun for help, but the latter was on the plane at the ti, with his phone switched off.

Thus, as soon as Qi Yun landed, Zhang Dayong eagerly arranged to et him...

Old Feng Hot Pot Restaurant, private room.

Zhang Dayong slumped in a chair, his eyes vacant, looking despondent.

When he heard the door open, he jumped up and hurriedly approached, grabbing Qi Yun’s arm, "Bro, you have to save this ti!"

It was the first ti Qi Yun saw him so flustered. He patted Zhang Dayong’s shoulder, comforting him, "Don’t rush, tell exactly what happened?"

Zhang Dayong returned to his seat, shook his head bitterly, "I know very little right now; I just heard he was taken from the office."

Taken from the office? Qi Yun frowned. Although not very familiar with that circle, he knew that if soone was directly taken from their office, it ant the authorities had concrete evidence.

Especially considering Qin Minghui’s status...

Being taken away just before the outco of that matter was quite intriguing.

After contemplating for a few seconds, Qi Yun looked at Zhang Dayong, "You haven’t done anything out of line, have you?"

"No!" Zhang Dayong shook his head earnestly, then hesitated for two seconds and added, "Except for that one bronze artifact incident..."

Hearing this, Qi Yun’s brows furrowed tightly, "Did you give him the real or the fake one back then?"

A few months ago, through intelligence, they learned that Boss Liao from Antique Street was smuggling bronze artifacts overseas, so he and Shi Feng set a trap, allowing Zhang Dayong to successfully seize the smuggled artifacts.

One of them caught Qin Minghui’s eye, so Zhang Dayong had soone create a replica. Whether Qin Minghui ended up with the real one or the fake one, Qi Yun didn’t ask for details at the ti.