"Hello, is Yang Jian there? I'm Liu Xiaoyu. Say something if you can hear me."
"Yang Jian, did you lose your satellite positioning phone? There isn't even the slightest sound from your end. At least say something."
"Are you angry with the Deputy Minister?"
In her private office, Liu Xiaoyu leaned over her desk and kept calling into the receiver, hoping to establish contact with Yang Jian.
She was certain there was no problem with the communication this time. The line had remained connected from before until now; there was simply no sound coming from the other end.
"This has never happened before. Did something happen to Yang Jian?" After calling for so long without an answer, Liu Xiaoyu instinctively began to sense that something was wrong.
Her work experience told her that this was definitely not just a case of someone refusing to answer the phone.
But with no response from the other end, she could not keep calling forever. Liu Xiaoyu checked the tracking data and discovered that Yang Jian's phone had not moved at all. What was even stranger was the location—it was not remote, but on a street near the Ping An Hotel.
"Yang Jian, if you still don't answer, I'm sending someone to find you." Liu Xiaoyu tested the waters again.
There was still no response.
Though the possibility was slim, Liu Xiaoyu genuinely suspected that Yang Jian had casually tossed his satellite positioning phone into some corner before going off to do something else.
There was no other choice.
That was the only explanation she could come up with.
"Let's first see what's going on. If Yang Jian really lost his phone, someone needs to retrieve it immediately." After hesitating, Liu Xiaoyu finally decided to forcibly activate the phone's camera and check the surroundings.