At dusk, Yang Wenqing once again came to the restaurant called Full House Tower. After ordering good wine and dishes in the same small private room facing the street as before, he drank alone.
About two hours later, Wu Yan finally hurried over, carrying a faint scent of alcohol.
"Sorry, I'm late!" Wu Yan sat down and first punished himself with a cup of wine.
"You came from the Wang father and son's drinking party, didn't you?" Yang Wenqing did not mind.
"Yes!" Wu Yan nodded.
"How were the two of them?" Yang Wenqing asked.
Wu Yan set down his wine cup, thought for a moment, and said, "The Wang father and son were very courteous. They kept their posture low and, both openly and between the lines, expressed their desire to make friends. They also offered to sponsor our Third Squad with a brand-new Windrunner-V Flying Shuttle."
"Windrunner-V?" Yang Wenqing raised a brow. Its market price was one hundred and fifty thousand—not particularly luxurious, but far from shabby.
"Yes!"
"There's no reason to refuse a gift. Let them follow the proper procedures." Yang Wenqing suddenly had a few ideas, but they were immediately snuffed out.
"Alright!"
Wu Yan seemed especially cautious tonight.
Yang Wenqing studied him seriously, then lifted the wine jug and personally filled his cup. "Old Wu, I called you here because of Zhenyuan Mining. Director Gao has tacitly approved it as well. The investigation into Zhenyuan Mining can continue, but it must move underground and become more concealed. After turning it over in my mind, I believe you are the most suitable person for this."
Hearing this, Wu Yan unconsciously sat up straighter.
Yang Wenqing slowed his speech. "But do not use the bureau's resources. Leave no written records. All information is to remain strictly between