Li Long was not as awed by Director Qian as Li Xiangqian was. Respect was respect, and cultivating connections was cultivating connections, but he approached it as making an older friend. If someone treated him well, he would do his best to repay them.
That was the advantage of staying outside the system.
But Li Xiangqian could not do that. His appointment as section chief had a great deal to do with Director Qian, who could be said to have recognized his talents and given him his chance.
So although Director Qian had only mentioned it in passing, to Li Xiangqian, it was a task he had to complete.
But hunting did not care whether you were an official. The game feared death too. If there was a risk of dying during the day, they could only cross the dangerous area at night.
There was nothing wrong with that.
But Li Xiangqian felt that if he told Director Qian that, the director would certainly be rather disappointed.
He thought it over, looked at the Mongolian gazelle leg, and suddenly said to Li Long:
"Xiao Li, how about this? Tonight, or tomorrow night would work too, I'll go over there with you and take a look. We'll wait there for half the night. If we bag something, I'll have something to tell Director Qian.
"After all, Director Qian brought this up with me. If I just listen to your account, I won't be able to explain it properly to him. It's not that I don't trust you. I just want to see for myself... Don't worry, the cooperative will cover the fuel, ammunition, and everything."
"Of course, no problem." Li Long smiled. "I've got nothing else to do anyway. Tonight or tomorrow night, section chief?"
"Then tonight? I'll go home this