Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 530 - 345: Deal and Compromise

After some deliberation, De Gaulle sat up straight and spoke with a serious expression, "I swear on the honor of the Gwen Clan..."

"Mr. Qi Yun, do you think this guarantee is acceptable?"

Qi Yun nodded with satisfaction. Although foreigners could be devious, most generally kept their promises, especially an ancient family with royal blood like theirs.

Moreover, he wasn’t worried about the other party giving him an empty promise because he held a clue about that map in his own hands. If he chose not to cooperate, they would never unlock the secret.

If this guy tried to play any tricks, Qi Yun would release this information, and the elders of the Gwen Clan would certainly not sit idly by.

"Your cousin is not actually your uncle Old George’s biological son, nor is he part of the Gwen Clan."

Boom!

Qi Yun’s calm tone sounded like a thunderclap to De Gaulle, exploding in his ears and leaving his mind blank.

He jumped up from his chair, pressing his hands on the table, staring hard at Qi Yun, eyes filled with shock and disbelief, his voice trembling: "Wha... What did you say!?"

"That’s impossible! My cousin grew up with me, how... how could he not be a member of the Gwen Clan?"

His cousin had even participated in many crucial overseas trade negotiations as the "rightful heir of the Gwen Clan."

For so many years, no one had ever questioned his cousin’s identity.

So Qi Yun’s words completely overturned his understanding.

Qi Yun paid no attention to his loss of composure, his tone still bland but each word piercing: "With today’s advanced technology, a DNA test can have results in less than half an hour, right?"

"Also, I’ll give you another piece of information: your uncle Old George has known about this for a long time."

"And, when it comes to choosing an heir, he is more inclined towards you."

De Gaulle seemed to be under a petrifying spell, frozen on the spot, Qi Yun’s words echoed repeatedly in his ears, leaving his mind in chaos.

"Well, Mr. De Gaulle, is this secret weighty enough for you?"

De Gaulle only came to his senses after a long while, squeezing out a hoarse sentence from his throat: "I... I need to verify this."

He didn’t disbelieve it; it was just too... implausible?

Why did the uncle know and yet...

"No problem, but don’t make me wait too long." Qi Yun stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, stood up, and walked out of the private room.

"I’ll wait for your call."

...

Meanwhile, in the guest room of the New District Branch.

Zhang Dayong was meeting with someone whom Qi Yun was also familiar with, Director Luo, who had previously called and wanted to see him.

"Director Luo, you could have just called me directly. I would have come to your office right away, no need for you to make a trip yourself," Zhang Dayong said sincerely while pouring tea.

As for how genuine this sincerity was, only he knew in his heart.

Director Luo held a teacup with a formulaic smile on his face, "Haha, Director Zhang, you’re too kind. I know the grassroots work is busy, I don’t want to delay it."

This remark was quite clever. Was Zhang Dayong considered grassroots? In some eyes, yes, in others, no.

In the eyes of the Office Director in S Prefecture, it was grassroots, setting the stage for his following words.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Director Luo finally got to the point: "Director Zhang, I’m here to ask for your help with something."

Inwardly, Zhang Dayong’s heart skipped a beat, but he maintained a humble smile: "Director Luo, just let us know what you need from the branch, and as long as it’s within our duties, we’ll do our best to support."

He deliberately emphasized "within our duties," although he wasn’t sure why Director Luo was here, he had some guesses.

Director Luo nodded in satisfaction: "Actually, it’s not a big deal. Did a young man named Ding Junkai get brought in by your Z squad yesterday? I heard it was all a misunderstanding with someone?"

After speaking, he took a sip of tea, subtly observing Zhang Dayong’s reaction.

Zhang Dayong felt a sinking feeling; so it was about this, as there hadn’t been any major cases in the district recently.

Quickly thinking for two seconds, he replied with a smile: "Oh, I’m not quite sure. How about you wait a moment, Director Luo, I’ll go and ask?"

The two exchanged knowing smiles, and Director Luo gestured with a hand: "Haha, sure, go ahead."

He was well aware of Zhang Dayong’s intentions but wasn’t worried. His coming here personally represented Old He.

No matter if it was Zhang Dayong or the people behind him, could they refuse?

Old He, now troubled by Qi Yun, was in a relatively passive position, but he could still manage these two.

Indeed, there was a simpler way to handle this: Li Tongwei could just call Zhang Dayong to release him.

But that would be against protocol, and with the investigation team hovering around, Old He didn’t want to cause more trouble, so he sent Director Luo to handle it privately.

One point Director Luo got wrong, though: Once Zhang Dayong left the office, he didn’t call Qin Minghui but directly called Qi Yun.

Now in a deadlock with Qi Yun, especially after Xiao Hanguang and the others had visited.

So, if he was asked not to release, he would dare stubbornly comply, as he held the reasonable ground.

On the phone, upon hearing Zhang Dayong’s account, Qi Yun instantly became vigilant.

He could guess with all but certainty that it was Ding Sanshi’s doing, though he hadn’t expected the involvement with Old He.

After pondering quickly for a few seconds, he decided, "Do as he says."

Qi Yun knew well that this incident couldn’t really harm Ding Junkai, just keep him locked up a few extra days.

The consequence of this would be Zhang Dayong possibly becoming a target. It made no sense to let him suffer for his own issues.

Zhang Dayong felt relieved hearing Qi Yun’s reply.

Returning to the guest room, he wore the same humble smile: "Haha, Director Luo, I’ve clarified everything."

"I just had someone contact the victim again, and they’re willing to reconcile. Once the paperwork is done, Ding Junkai can leave."

...

Over half an hour later, after signing the papers, Ding Junkai exited through the front gate, where Hu Chengqi, waiting by the street for a long time, jogged over immediately, asking with concern, "Director Ding, are you alright?"

Feeling irritated, Ding Junkai pushed him away and got into the nearby business car, taking out his phone to dial a number.

"Hello, Young Master Liu..."

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