Chapter 989 Heart to Heart

"Director Zhang, how about... I go with him?"

After Mao Buhui left, Chen Meng looked at me and said with a dry smile.

I thought about it and then said, "No, this matter... it's better for our intelligence agency to stay out of it."

At first, I planned to go to Maoshan by myself as an apology.

But then I thought, why should I go to apologize?

First of all, I am the director of the Wu Shushan Reserve Intelligence Bureau. Even though the Maoshan Sect is a holy place for cultivation that has been passed down for thousands of years, my Wu Shushan is an official organization, and Maoshan is also under our jurisdiction. If I go, wouldn't I lose my identity as Wu Shushan?

Moreover, I am the descendant of the lineage of the Yin people, a future living Yin messenger. If I go to apologize, wouldn't it be a disgrace to my reputation as a lineage of the Yin people?

After finishing the meal, we all went to the hotel together. After we settled in, I received a call from Huang Shuai.

After answering the phone, Huang Shuai's deep voice came out from the receiver: "Qian Yu, I just received news that Mao Buhui has sent back the lost magic weapon of Maoshan through Maoshan's channel in Kunming. You did a good job in this matter, and Maoshan is very satisfied."

I was stunned when I heard it: "Very satisfied? Shouldn't they blame me?"

"Haha." Marshal Huang just smiled and said, "The Maoshan Sect knows Mao Buhui's temper. It's a miracle that you can get him to send the things back. They must be grateful to you. After a while, someone from Maoshan will visit you in person to express their gratitude. Qian Yu, how can I describe Mao Buhui? He has the ability and his cultivation is not inferior to mine. In fact, we are of the same generation. But his temper is too strange and difficult to discipline. If you can discipline him, you will have another great general by your side."

I nodded when I heard it: "I'll try my best."

"A piece of unpolished jade not only needs a good chisel to carve it, but also a good craftsman to polish it. Qianyu, Mao Buhui is a piece of unpolished jade, and so are you. Your master has been covering you up, afraid that you would shine. That's because of your fate. But Mao Buhui is different. You can develop him as much as possible. Don't worry, don't have any concerns, just do it boldly. If anything goes wrong, I will help you."

"I understand, Mr. Huang." I responded.

After the call ended, Chujiu, who was wearing a nightgown, came over with a plate of fruit and said with a smile, "What's the situation at Maoshan?"

"It's okay." I smiled and then asked, "What's the relationship between the Feng family and Maoshan?"

"Although my Feng family is the number one family that raises dragons in Miaojiang, it is far inferior to Maoshan. What's more, the orthodox sects of cultivation do not like our family that raises dragons. After all, in the early years, Miaojiang was plagued by the constant disasters of witches and dragons, and there was also the rebellion of the Yelang Kingdom. Therefore, the orthodox sects have always had a lot of opinions about us raising dragons."

"So that's the case." I nodded: "If there is a chance, I will take you to Maoshan to pay a visit to the head of Maoshan."

"Okay." Chujiu smiled.

The reason why I became the director of this intelligence bureau is that, firstly, I can use the convenience of my position to get in touch with more intelligence and the affairs of the underworld, which is also beneficial to the Four Elephants Fight.

Secondly, I want to build my own network of contacts. After all, I am different from the older generation of ghost walkers like my master. Chujiu and I are about to start a family. When the time comes, one more friend will make the family more secure.

About an hour later, there was a knock on the door. Chujiu and I looked at each other. Chujiu smiled and then got up and went into the bedroom.

I came to the door and slowly opened it.

When the door was opened, the person standing in front of the door was Mao Buhui as I expected.

"Director Zhang." At this moment, Mao Buhui changed his previous unreliable look. He stood at the door with a serious face, looked at me and said, "I have sent the things back. In the future, I will always be by your side and work hard. Whether you are the director of the Intelligence Bureau or a poor man, I am willing to follow you. I just hope that you can fulfill your words just now. And... Chun Ya, a legitimate identity."

After he finished speaking, he actually bent his knees and was about to kneel down. Seeing this, I hurried forward, supported him, and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely fulfill my words. Since you chose to follow me, you are one of us. There is no need to do these useless things." Hearing this

, Mao Buhui's eyes lit up: "Open and particular!"

I smiled, and then said, "In the future, you don't have to call me Director Zhang, just call me Qian Yu. Come on, Brother Mao, let's go have a drink."

"Of course!" Mao Buhui's eyes became brighter. He was willing to follow me for Fu Chunya's identity to set things right, but he must have felt very aggrieved.

After all, I am so young, and I may not be good at some social skills.

However, the two short sentences I just said made him feel good about me, at least, his opinion of me should have changed a little.

Mao Buhui and I did not go to any luxurious restaurant, but just found a food stall or a roadside stall outside, ordered some barbecue and beer, and started drinking.

At the beginning, the two of us didn't have much to say, but just drank vigorously, but after three rounds, Mao Buhui opened his mouth. He was imprisoned for eight years, and these eight years made him depressed. Now that his mouth was opened, he could never shut it again.

"Brother Qian Yu, I fucking hate you. Tell me, how could a girl like you choose to be an undercover agent and be misunderstood by so many upright people? If you hadn't been an undercover agent, our two children might have been dead."

Mao Buhui gulped down a few gulps of beer, then slammed the table and said angrily, "Even her father didn't know she was an undercover agent at first. He misunderstood her in every way and even wanted to sever the father-daughter relationship. Later, I couldn't help it, so I told him about it. Although the old man has a hot temper, he is old after all. That night, he cried tears of joy..."

"A lot of things have happened over the years. Now, Sister Chunya has left the Five Poison Spirit Sect. She is now in Zhangjiajie. Do you want to..."

"No!" Mao Buhui interrupted me: "I really want to see her, but... I am in this state now, what can I say to her? I have been imprisoned for eight years and wasted for eight years. These eight years were the best time of my life, but they were all wasted. I feel sorry for her. I must do something, and then go to marry her in a sedan chair!"