227: Chapter 227 Getting Used to It in Advance

Han Jingyang frowned.

About 1.75 meters tall, in his forties, with a square face, wheat-colored skin, graying hair, and a scholarly temperament, he was carrying a long sword.

"I don't think I have a friend like that."

"And I've never seen anyone with that kind of appearance."

"Besides, standing at the entrance of the villa for a while and then leaving—even if they aren't an enemy, they are definitely not someone to be trifled with."

"I hope this has nothing to do with the person or organization that rescued Tian Chunming."

"Otherwise, it would be too dangerous."

"I still need to improve my strength."

"Only when I am strong enough can I better protect my family and friends. Otherwise, when real danger arrives, nothing can be changed except for futile anger and sacrifice."

"Strength!"

"I must increase my strength as soon as possible."

"Also, the skills and items lost this time need to be replenished."

"I'll go treasure hunting on the street tomorrow."

Thinking of this, Han Jingyang nodded at Wang Wei: "I understand. In the future, if this happens again, just hide. Protecting yourself is more important than anything else. Don't make futile sacrifices. If you keep the land but lose the people, you lose both the people and the land; if you keep the people but lose the land, you keep both the people and the land. This principle applies to us as well."

Then, he turned his head to look at Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing: "I'll emphasize this to you two one more time. Do you remember?"

Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing both nodded in unison.

Washing up, changing clothes, eating, taking stock of the gains and losses of the past few days, and then resting early.

Han Jingyang slept until past nine the next morning.

He stretched comfortably and sauntered into the living room in his pajamas.

But as soon as he arrived in the living room, he saw Zhang Zhiyang and Miss Tan sitting on the sofa chatting with Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing, though the atmosphere didn't look very friendly.

Zhang Zhiyang waved his hand: "Brother, you're finally awake."

Han Jingyang smiled: "You're a busy man. Coming over so early in the morning, something must be up, right?"

"Something is up, and not just something, but a big thing," Zhang Zhiyang nodded. "It's about that batch of loot of yours. Brother, I need to apologize to you. It's really not that I want to hoard your loot, but this process must be followed. I just got promoted and am responsible for operations. I don't even know all the big and small managers in the logistics, archives, and administrative departments yet, so I can't speak up for you. That's why I rushed over this morning to explain, so as to avoid any misunderstandings."

Han Jingyang smiled again.

Doesn't know people in other departments?

Have to follow the process?

Afraid of misunderstandings?

If he were really afraid of misunderstandings, there wouldn't be so much trouble.

To put it bluntly, he just doesn't take a young guy like me seriously.

But it doesn't matter. I won't get annoyed over this; focusing on improving my strength is the priority.

Once I am strong enough, let alone you, Zhang Zhiyang, even your boss and your big boss will have to speak to me politely.

Thinking this, he shook his head at Zhang Zhiyang: "There's no misunderstanding, and no need to explain. Besides, Old Shen has already explained it once. If there's nothing else, you should hurry off and get back to your business."

Speaking of that, remembering what Shen Yuhai had said, he added: "Wait, tell me about the situation with the person who rescued Tian Chunming."

Zhang Zhiyang hesitated for a moment and replied: "I don't know the specific details either. I only know that the organization is called the Qunying Society. It hasn't been around for very long, but its financial resources and strength are quite substantial. They have committed many major cases in the country over the years. However, these people are tightly organized and their movements are mysterious, so we haven't obtained much information. We only know that their style of operation is cautious and cruel; either they don't act, or they commit a massacre-level case."

"The Qunying Society?"

"Yes. I heard from my superior that this is the name. We only found out the year before last after an intelligence team sacrificed themselves. Before that, we didn't even know what the organization was called."

"Hasn't the Capital taken this seriously?"

"Of course they take it seriously, but our department is also a new one; it hasn't been established for many years. No matter how much importance is attached, it's impossible to become a powerhouse overnight," Zhang Zhiyang sighed. "To put it bluntly, it's mainly because our strength is too weak, and the available talent and resources in our hands are not very abundant."

"You wouldn't be trying to recruit me, would you?"

"I have thought about it, but I know it's impossible, so I didn't bring it up."

"Hahaha, how do you know I wouldn't agree?"

"Brother, you are too young, your strength is too strong, you have a knack for making money, and you like beautiful women so much. Even your personality doesn't fit with our unit. If we really recruited you, we would sooner or later have a falling out. It's better to maintain a good personal friendship. That way, when something really happens, I can ask for your help, though the price is a bit high."

Han Jingyang laughed: "I'm worth my price."

Zhang Zhiyang nodded heavily: "I believe that, which is why I rushed over early this morning to explain to you, brother, so as to avoid any real misunderstandings."

As he spoke, he pointed to the car outside: "To show my sincerity, I brought over one-third of the loot. The rest will be delivered successively."

"Oh?"

"There's no trickery. I mobilized the people in the department to count, archive, and record it overnight. When I came, they were still busy."

"Thank you for your hard work."

"Compared to the battle where you almost paid with your life, what's staying up all night? Honestly, in front of you, we feel quite ashamed. A large official department doing less than you, a single person, is too embarrassing. No wonder my superiors scold me every day."

"Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses," Han Jingyang patted Zhang Zhiyang on the shoulder. "Old Zhang, in the future, you will find that the gap in combat power between you and me will only get wider. It's good to get used to it in advance."

"..."

Zhang Zhiyang was very depressed when he left.

Originally, he was quite depressed to have come all the way here to explain things to Han Jingyang, only to be mocked again before leaving—although... in all likelihood, it was true.

Thinking of Han Jingyang's formidable combat power, Zhang Zhiyang gritted his teeth and turned to ask Miss Tan: "Tan Xiaoxiao, have you considered it?"

"Senior Zhang, is this really okay? What if Han Jingyang gets unhappy..."

"There's nothing wrong with it, and Han Jingyang won't be unhappy. He's not losing out; you could even say he's getting a huge bargain. As long as you are willing, there's no problem."

"Let me think about it some more."

"Don't blame me for not warning you. You're not the only one interested in this mission. Considering you were recruited by me, I'm willing to wait for you, but time won't wait. Three days. If you haven't made up your mind after three days, I'll find someone else. I have plenty of good-looking young girls under my command."

Miss Tan nodded silently.

Inside the villa.

Han Jingyang and the others excitedly took stock of the loot that Zhang Zhiyang had returned.

There was quite a lot, about seventeen or eighteen items.

However, the quality was average. Many of them were just ordinary Feng Shui props, the kind of handicrafts sold in Feng Shui shops in small alleys, which had absolutely no collection value, let alone Feng Shui value. The only advantage was that the workmanship was quite exquisite and didn't feel too cheap; if thrown on a street stall in an antique market, there would really be a chance to fool one or two suckers.

After all, the buyer of these items was Liu Qing, and he was not so easy to fool.

But there were also some good things.

Shi Xiaoya's eyes lit up as she held a standing statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva about twenty centimeters tall, unable to put it down: "Boss, it's pure gold. I'm sure it's made of pure gold. Hehe, can you give it to me?"