295: Chapter 295 Late Shang Dynasty Bronze Square Ding with Animal Mask Design

Why wouldn't Han Jingyang hand it over?

Because this is a dharma instrument.

And a third-grade one at that.

How could he possibly hand it over?

Let alone handing it over for free.

Even if a museum came with money to buy it, he wouldn't let it go.

No, he wouldn't even let outsiders know the true identity and value of this small bronze tripod.

He must keep it hidden securely and only bring it out to use at critical moments.

"Name: Late Shang Dynasty Bronze Square Tripod with Animal Mask Pattern."

"Grade: Third-grade."

"Attribute: Berserk +19."

"Skills: Taotie Swallows the Heavens, Beast Blood Boiling."

Berserk +19.

Dual skills: Taotie Swallows the Heavens and Beast Blood Boiling.

Just hearing the names sounds domineering, blood-pumping, and wild.

These attributes and skills are exhilarating just to think about.

These are the skills a man should use.

However, it is most suitable for Liu Jing. Liu Jing has the strongest combat power, her sword techniques are grand and open, and she uses a battle saber full of berserk aura.

Coupled with the Pixiu Battle Armor or skills like Pi Xiu Possession that Liu Jing already has, her combat power would simply go through the roof.

If he had these items earlier, dealing with Tian Chunming wouldn't have been so troublesome. He could have just applied a few layers of buffs to Liu Jing, let her charge up to duel Tian Chunming, and he and Shi Xiaoya would only need to provide support from the sidelines.

Thinking of the scene where Liu Jing wields her battle saber alone, chasing and slashing frantically at Tian Chunming, Han Jingyang actually felt a bit of anticipation for Tian Chunming to make a comeback.

By then, he would definitely give Tian Chunming and that so-called Qunying Society a big surprise.

Let them know what it means to look at someone with new eyes after three days of separation.

Although only a few days had passed since the battle against Tian Chunming, his combat power and that of those around him had made rapid progress, including himself.

It could be said that they had improved by more than one level.

There was no other reason; it was just that they had obtained too many good things.

Wave after wave of good things came into his hands, with third, fourth, and fifth-grade items one after another, almost every one of which was at the level of a strategic weapon. Plus, with numerous sixth and seventh-grade conventional consumable weapons with skills, he was afraid of no one, whether it was a group fight or a duel.

Even so, there was still a portion of the spoils that hadn't arrived yet.

Forget it, he didn't want them anymore.

He wasn't lacking such scraps.

Besides, even if he were short on stock, he wouldn't bow down to that dog Zhang Zhiyang.

Quancheng Ethnic and Religious Affairs Committee Logistics Base.

Director's Office.

Zhang Zhiyang was on the phone with someone, but his expression was quite bitter: "Boss, if we do this, I will have truly offended Han Jingyang completely. I won't have the face to see him in the future."

The person on the other end of the phone chuckled: "Rest assured, Han Jingyang is an easy person to talk to. When the time comes, if you set aside some face, say a few soft words, and offer some benefits, you can still continue to be friends."

"We were friends to begin with, now this is just superfluous..."

"What? Do you have a grudge?"

"A little."

"Hold it in even if you do. Not to mention your status, just look at Han Jingyang; he also needs to be tempered. If Director Zhang is always there to back him up in everything, where will his sense of crisis come from?"

"Boss, are you trying to train Han Jingyang?"

"You could say that."

"Then should I look after him secretly?"

"No, treat it as if you have truly fallen out with him. Handle his affairs strictly by the book, at most turn a blind eye, but absolutely do not provide him with any help."

"Not even a little?"

"Correct, neither help in terms of combat power nor help with intelligence."

"Not even if it's dangerous?"

"No."

"What about transactions?"

"No, either."

"Huh?"

"Just think about it. The things you all flock to are as common as hair on a cow in his hands. If he just tosses out one or two pieces, you all scurry around to do things for him. Where is the Majesty? Where is the authority? Where is the status?"

Zhang Zhiyang smiled bitterly: "But those dharma instruments are really useful."

The person on the phone said in a tone of exasperation: "Are you stupid? If you can't trade openly, can't you find someone to purchase them from him privately?"

"Spend money? That would cost a huge amount, and what I buy definitely wouldn't be the best; I might not even be able to buy second-rate ones."

"What is money? What do you keep the huge annual allocations for? Raising pigs? Besides, can't you trade? Use other people to trade with him. I don't believe he won't make any trades at all."

"This..."

"Alright, that's decided. And this applies not just to Quancheng, but the same policy applies to Lu Province and other provinces, cities, and regions."

"Then what should we do about him?"

"Keep continuous attention on him and collect relevant information about him, but absolutely do not cross the line. Do not provoke his resentment."

"I understand, Boss. But Han Jingyang still has a batch of spoils here with me. Should I return them to him?"

"Since you've already torn off the mask, why return them? Keep them for your own use."

"This... this will offend Han Jingyang to death."

"If you're going to put on a show, you have to do it completely."

Zhang Zhiyang's expression became even more bitter.

However, this was an order from the big boss at headquarters, and he had to obey.

Disobey orders?

Let alone losing his job, even after resigning, life wouldn't be easy. There would be declassification periods, sensitivity periods, and various review methods. Even if he passed all of them, it would be impossible to fully regain his freedom.

In other words, the waters within the officialdom are far, far deeper than the jianghu.

Although it's said that officialdom is a good place for self-cultivation.

It is also a fact that once you enter officialdom, it is as deep as the sea.

After deciding to join the relevant department, Zhang Zhiyang completely gave up the idea of quitting.

Either you simply don't enter officialdom, or once you enter, don't ever think about leaving.

This was no ordinary department or unit.

And working in such a department, although the authority was relatively high, one still had to be obedient. Disobeying superior orders would lead to punishment. Just like other public units, you could make mistakes, but you absolutely could not disobey orders.

Therefore, no matter how reluctant Zhang Zhiyang was, he had to accept this order.

After hanging up the phone, he sighed, relayed the order, then looked at the files of the spoils marked as Han Jingyang's in his hands and, biting the bullet, modified the ownership of all of them.

From then on, these people would have nothing to do with Han Jingyang; they could only handle things strictly by the book.

This was a lose-lose situation.

Of course, Zhang Zhiyang vaguely guessed the intentions from above.

But he still felt stifled.

The higher-ups had their own ideas, but they wouldn't care about the feelings of people like them.

But this is how it is when you eat this bowl of rice; the path you chose yourself, you have to finish walking even if you have to kneel.

Because of this, whenever he thought of the conflict between Han Jingyang and Zhang Dahai, Zhang Zhiyang really got a headache. If he had helped secretly, Han Jingyang would have had a chance to cleanly and efficiently eliminate Zhang Dahai. Although this would cause some unrest, it would have had the minimal impact.

Now, the confrontation between Zhang Dahai and Han Jingyang would become evenly matched, and it was unknown who would win or lose. Once the situation spiraled out of control, Quancheng would be in danger.

Whether it was Han Jingyang or Zhang Dahai, both had the ability to cause significant damage to Quancheng.

Han Jingyang might not act recklessly, but Zhang Dahai wouldn't care so much; when fighting for his life, he would definitely use unscrupulous means.

Plus, Zhang Dahai had been making frequent moves recently, suspected of plotting some major event.

Provoking the god of death that is Han Jingyang at this juncture would inevitably increase the risk of the situation spiraling out of control.

No, he had to take action.

Zhang Zhiyang immediately called the subordinate units, issuing orders one after another to the grassroots departments, and this massive machine began to accelerate its operation.