147: Chapter 147 Love...The Apartment?

Looking at Zhao Yang's resume, Song Siming's face moved closer and closer to the computer screen. He kept suspecting that he was hallucinating—how could this be possible?

The achievements were truly solid, absolutely something to look up to.

A living recipient of a first-class merit, talented in both civil and military affairs, he had achieved great success during his tenure as the director of the Joint Laboratory of Intelligent Investigation, a leader in technologically strengthening the police force.

But even with these halos, at his age, at most he should be a deputy division chief; he certainly shouldn't have been shouldering such heavy responsibilities so early.

Going to the Technology Division of the Third Institute so early was already strange enough. What was even stranger was, how long had he sat as the director of the Technology Division? Three years at most, and then he was promoted directly across departments to the Procuratorate. It was as if not a single day was wasted; he got promoted right on time? Was the organization his own father?

Song Siming's first reaction was that Zhao Yang's Family had connections reaching the heavens. After all, his surname was Zhao, and many of the heaven-reaching Families in the Dragon Kingdom shared this surname. But upon checking, he was even more bewildered: his parents had died early, and Zhao Yang was practically an orphan.

A helpless orphan, on what basis? On what basis was he at the same rank at twenty-nine as he was at forty-two?

For a moment, Song Siming had the thought of meeting Zhao Yang. However, he was, after all, Mayor Zhang's full-time secretary, and he had absolutely no connection to the Procuratorate. Given the nature of the Procuratorate's work, running over to cozy up to them rashly always gave him the feeling of a mouse paying a New Year's call to a cat.

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Zhao Yang did not need to check Song Siming's background. He had followed the drama "dwelling narrowness" back in the day and was clear about the affair between Song Siming and Haizao.

Song Siming had set his sights on Guo Haizao the first time he saw her, lending her sixty thousand yuan to pay off her sister's debts, using this as bait to turn Haizao into his mistress step by step, keeping her firmly by his side with money and power. Later, Song Siming was investigated and died in a car accident. Haizao, meanwhile, was injured and miscarried while being pursued by his wife, losing her uterus.

When watching the drama back then, Zhao Yang had truly felt a bit of envy for the bearing Song Siming displayed. However, having been in the System for so many years, he only felt deep contempt for his young and ignorant self from that time.

Song Siming's style of being able to summon wind and rain indeed had an extraordinary magic for a young girl like Haizao, who had been ravaged by society to the point of desperation.

But in the eyes of a true old bird in the System, his level—a deputy division chief might be able to land safely, a division chief would be a bit precarious, and reaching deputy bureau chief would be purely forcing a duck onto a perch.

Sure enough, he was ultimately played to death by the power he wielded.

As for the "Crossroads" mission, Zhao Yang had thought of a simpler method. In the drama, Haizao was half-willingly taken by Song Siming on Christmas Eve, so when Christmas approached, he just needed to find something for him to do.

Zhao Yang was busy with matters of the Third Branch; building an organization from scratch was truly not easy. He had a headache at the beginning, even though he had brought Lu Xiaofei, Lu Wei, and Researcher Li Yi from the Third Institute, these few "nuclear-powered workhorses," getting the work started was still not that simple.

After being busy for a week, Zhao Yang suddenly slapped himself: "Damn, did the training make me stupid? I have a cheat, how could I forget the System."

He quickly found the detailed organizational structure of the Dragon Kingdom in the original timeline within the System, naturally including the mature architecture of the Third Branch as well as all relevant functional and regulatory materials.

Subsequently, the preparatory work for the Third Branch began to speed up at a speed visible to the naked eye. The detailed architecture was quickly produced, and the functions and business processes of each department were finalized in just a few days. Personnel began to take their places, office spaces and equipment lists were clearly listed, and procurement procedures were pushed forward rapidly.

The Chief Prosecutor of the Third Procuratorate was concurrently held by Qin Wenxuan, the full-time Deputy Chief Prosecutor of the Municipal Procuratorate. Qin Wenxuan was clear about the weight of building the Third Branch; at first, he was worried that Zhao Yang had, after all, been transferred across departments, and even if his ability was strong, he would need at least two or three months of adjustment to carry out work normally. As a result, he truly experienced what it meant to be "shocked."

It only took one month for Zhao Yang to come up with a complete organizational structure that fully complied with the intentions of the higher-ups. From the Chief Prosecutor to the prosecutors, and then to the establishment of each department, it was designed seamlessly. The appointment conditions, job requirements, and candidate lists for the heads of each department were all clearly listed.

Another month passed, and even though the personnel were not yet fully in place, just relying on the old team brought from the Third Institute plus the people previously transferred from the Procuratorate, this Third Procuratorate was already able to operate normally.

According to the original plan, the preparatory work would take at least half a year, and it would be good if the work content and processes could be straightened out by the end of the year. Qin Wenxuan held the report handed over by Zhao Yang and kept looking at the calendar, even suspecting that he had become confused—perhaps half a year had already passed, and he only felt that it had been two months?

He looked up at Zhao Yang, his eyes flashing with a strange light: "Little Zhao, you truly live up to your reputation; you really are a nuclear-powered... cough, it's nothing."

Zhao Yang was stunned for a moment: "Chief Prosecutor Qin, are you on good terms with Director Gao?"

Qin Wenxuan's expression paused for a moment, then he laughed loudly: "Yes, yes, yes, you know how Director Gao describes you behind your back, right? That is also praising you!"

Zhao Yang smiled bitterly: "Chief Prosecutor Qin, please don't learn from Director Gao. Even if it's nuclear-powered, it needs to be refueled."

"Don't be modest," Qin Wenxuan laughed. "Nuclear fission needs refueling; you are nuclear fusion. Uh... but don't worry, our Procuratorate is still very humane. The original preparatory period was set for... um... until September; during this time, your work will be focused on personnel selection, and it will be fine if it can operate normally after September. How about that? I am much kinder than the leaders of the Third Institute, right!"

Seeing Qin Wenxuan take out a cigarette, Zhao Yang immediately took out an unopened pack of Chunghwa and handed it over: "Chief Prosecutor Qin, try this."

"Yo." Qin Wenxuan showed a look of hesitation, "This cigarette is..."

Zhao Yang directly took out his lighter: "Chief Prosecutor Qin, you know me. This cigarette is just so-so to me."

The corner of Qin Wenxuan's mouth twitched, and he turned his head to glance out the window—that high-end office building 500 meters away, the top four floors all belonged to Zhao Yang. This was just a part of his assets. He simply stuffed the whole pack of cigarettes into his pocket, his tone carrying a bit of resentment: "The unopened one, I'll keep it to give to others. Just give me one from an opened pack."

Zhao Yang almost laughed out loud, took out an opened pack, pulled one out for himself, and handed the rest over. Qin Wenxuan took one without hesitation, put the rest in the drawer, lit his own, and then tossed the lighter to Zhao Yang: "Light yours, don't be polite."

"Alright then." Zhao Yang lit his cigarette, accompanied Qin Wenxuan in smoking for a while, chatted about some trivial work matters, and then got up to leave.

He had always felt that Qin Wenxuan valued him quite a bit, and after testing him today, it was confirmed that Qin Wenxuan, Director Gao Wenbo, and Director Ma Wenkui were all in the same trench. It was truly rare that the middle character of the three men's names all had the same pronunciation.

Compared to Director Ma Wenkui and Director Gao Wenbo, who kept working him to death, Zhao Yang felt that Old Qin was truly a kind person. He did not know, however, that the higher-ups had actually required the preparatory period for the Third Procuratorate to last until the end of the year, and he could have originally relaxed until December.

Zhao Yang rarely obtained a period of leisure time. Outside it was already the scorching summer, and he suddenly received a strange call: "Hello. Are you Mr. Zhao Yang, the owner of units 501 to 902 in Building 3 of Wenhua Jiayuan?"

Zhao Yang was stunned: "May I ask who you are?"

"I am the owner of units 101 to 402. At the time, I wanted to buy the whole building, but the upper floors were snatched by you first."

Zhao Yang couldn't help but laugh: "You wouldn't be wanting me to resell it, would you? I'm not in urgent need of money, I'm not selling."

"Since you are not short of money, brother, that's great! It's like this, I found that many young people who went from dating to marriage have appeared in our Building 3. I am a person who likes to play matchmaker, so I want to rename Building 3 as iPartment, you don't have any objections, right?"

Zhao Yang was stunned: "What did you say? i...partment?"