"Zhuang Sheng."

"Director Qin invites you to come to Taiwan in person." The next day, Jiaju, Xu Xi, Xiaofu and others had already boarded a flight abroad, flying to Paris, France to explore the national treasure. Liu Mei made a call and spoke to Mr. Zhuang.

said.

Zhuang Shikai asked Liu Mei to help "get back" the national treasure. At this moment, he frowned and asked in a deep voice: "Why, Qin Heng refuses to return the things? Is it because you don't have enough face, or do I have enough face?"

After all, Liu Mei is a **** in Taipei, the leader of the underground party "Tiandao League", and it is enough to chat with a curator of the Taipei Museum.

Unless the curator in Taipei is ignorant!

Liu Mei was wearing a red dress, sitting on the hotel sofa, and looked up at Curator Qin, who had a white beard and elegant temperament opposite him.

"No, Director Qin is willing to return the treasures, but he needs to see you in person." Liu Mei withdrew his gaze, smiled and said in a clear voice: "He wants to personally entrust you to return the things to the mainland."

Zhuang Shikai's expression was stunned, and he rubbed his chin with his hand, feeling the touch of the stubble.

He probably understood.

"Does Director Qin have a red heart?"

Liu Mei nodded: "Yes."

Curator Qin bent his back and sat across from her. Although he could not hear the conversation between Miss Liu and Mr. Zhuang, he always had a smile on his face.

Zhuang Shikai immediately showed a look of understanding, snapped his fingers immediately, and agreed happily with a relaxed expression: "Yes! Since Director Qin is willing to stand on the side of justice! We are always welcome there!"

"This is worth a trip to Taiwan in person. I'll go there on Sunday after packing up my things!"

"Yes, Zhuang Sheng."

"I'll wait for you." Liu Mei smiled sweetly and replied to the man.

She quickly hung up the phone, put down the phone, put her hands on her legs, smiled and continued chatting and joking with Curator Qin opposite... She was very kind to me, treating the other person as "one of her family members".

"I'm just saying... Is there anyone in Taiwan who dares not to give me face? The top brass of the military and political departments also said that those with little power, such as museums and business circles... tsk tsk, they all have to be obedient." Zhuang Shikai knew what he was doing and was full of confidence.

Man: "With the ambition, courage, national strength and development potential that the mainland has shown now, it is normal for some people to want to defect to the North!"

"I have to make a call to Section Chief Yang." Zhuang Shikai put on a smile, took out his cell phone, and dialed the number.

…

Paris.

"Hello, Sir Chen." Professor Guan was wearing a white vest and a pair of glasses. He looked like an old scholar.

He stretched out his hand and said to Chen Jiaju.

Chen Jiaju also put down his suitcase, held out his hand and said: "Just call me JC!"

JC is the abbreviation of the English name "Jack" and the pinyin abbreviation of "Police" in Chinese. It is full of irony for Chen Jiaju to adopt this code name.

Professor Guan held Chen Jiaju's hand tightly, waved his hand twice and said, "CJ, welcome."

Professor Guan's eyes swept over Xiao Ma, Li Fu, and Xu Xi.

Behind him stood five or six members of the expert team.

Chen Jiaju, wearing a suit, took back his hand, raised his hand and asked, "Let's talk about the animal head first."

Chen Jiaju chose an article and got straight to the point.

Professor Guan quickly stepped aside, revealing a whiteboard covered with information and drawings behind him and said: "Please!"

The whiteboard is filled with portraits of the twelve beasts, drawings, identification details, and topographic maps of the target Duke's mansion, etc. It is obvious that Professor Guan's team has used their professional characteristics to conduct intelligence investigations for the compatriots from Hong Kong Island.

With intelligence first, professional team support, and super team execution, the operation cannot fail...

Immediately, a group of people came to the whiteboard and began to exchange information and designate a complete action plan.

….

"Aqi, I will leave Hong Kong Island for two days on the weekend. The Commissioner of Police will let you serve as the Acting Commissioner. If you have any questions, please call me to report." At this moment, Mr. Zhuang was wearing a long uniform and sitting in the office and said.

: "My phone is on 24 hours a day."

Cai Yuanqi, wearing the uniform of a senior assistant director, said somewhat cautiously: "It's against the rules for the acting director to leave it to me."

According to the rules, only one of the two deputy directors can be qualified to serve as acting director.

As long as the Commissioner of Police is no longer in Hong Kong Island and cannot directly command the police force, then the police force needs an Acting Commissioner to take charge!

I wonder if the Police Commissioner is on a business trip, on vacation, or encounters a special event.

"What are you afraid of..." Zhuang Shikai rolled his eyes at him: "The nominal acting director is Taylor, but the Hong Kong Island Police Force must always be chaired by a Chinese, let alone two days! Even if it is two minutes!

"

"I have already told Taylor that any matters related to the operations department will be reported directly to you by the Chinese police officers. Those ghost guys Taylor will also respect your opinions."

"You are now the person in charge of the Operations Department, so you must act like a responsible person in the Operations Department!" Zhuang Shikai looked at him and said.

"Yes, sir!" Cai Yuanqi stood at attention, saluted, and spoke aloud.

Since Sir Zhuang has made his words so clear, there is no need for him to refuse anymore. Otherwise...refusing is not a refusal, even if he does not dare to take responsibility! How can Sir Zhuang dare to hand over the stick of the Chinese director to him in the future?

As for Cai Yuanqi's official career, the departments he served almost followed the steps of Mr. Zhuang, so he is very prestigious in the police force!

The only difference between his and Mr. Zhuang's career is.

Mr. Zhuang earned his position all by himself, and Cai Yuanqi helped him up! This alone is a huge difference, which makes him always serve Mr. Zhuang. One day, Mr. Zhuang will slightly transfer him to another position and send out a signal.

, Cai Yuanqi’s prestige will fall apart.

This is what Mr. Zhuang wants as a boss. It doesn't matter whether Cai Yuanqi wants it or not. At least he knows how to behave. He has been tested in charge of the police force and has experience and ability. There is no need to worry.

"Okay! Let's go do something." Zhuang Shikai waved his hand.

"Goodbye, sir!" Cai Yuanqi turned and left.

In fact, it is difficult for Mr. Zhuang to leave Hong Kong Island with his current status. The difficulty is not that he cannot do it, but that there are too many things for him to make a decision!

The responsibility on him is too heavy.

Under normal circumstances, he will not leave Hong Kong Island, let alone travel abroad.

However, there are not many things he can do for the mainland before returning, and finding the "Twelve-Headed Beast" is one of them, and it is considered a top priority and a relatively important thing.

In addition, it can win over some "Nantou North" righteous people from the mainland! It will also add luster to the "rich gift".

Taiwan is still worth a visit this time.

…

Taipei.

Zhongshan Area.

Zhuang Shikai took a "private vacation" by himself and arrived in Taiwan by a special plane. He immediately got into a bulletproof car and was escorted by a large convoy of the "Tiandao League" into the "Tianqing Tower" in the city center.

At this time, the weather in Taipei was gloomy and rainy, and the air seemed to be filled with moisture. Combined with Taipei's green plants and tall buildings, it gave it a special style that Hong Kong Island lacked.

Liu Mei was wearing a white skirt, with her legs together, one hand gently placed on the back of Master Zhuang's hand, and she stared at him with a longing expression.

Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer opportunities for the two to meet. One has to preside over the development of the Tiandao League, and the other has to preside over the political situation of the Chinese in Hong Kong Island. Both men and women carry the burden on their shoulders...

They can only care about each other in their hearts, understand each other, and borrow secretly.

"Tianqing House" is a private club in the center of Taipei. It occupies a small area and is just a three-story wooden attic. It can be seen that it is a very, very, closed small circle.

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a Chinese tunic suit, combing his hair and looking energetic stood at the door of the pavilion, quietly waiting for a distinguished guest to arrive.

Soon, a large and luxurious motorcade arrived at the scene, and with a bang, a large group of bodyguards in suits got out of the car first. Wearing suits and sunglasses, they blocked a straight road in the form of a human wall.

Liu Mei pushed open the car door and took long steps to get out of the car. Mr. Zhuang bent down and lowered his head, and followed him in a low-key manner.

The two of them hid in the crowd and walked straight to the club door side by side.

Although they appeared in a very high-profile manner, for Mr. Zhuang, not showing his face means being low-key. And the news of his coming to Taiwan is currently well hidden, and only a limited number of two or three people know about it. He came specifically for one thing. of.

Liu Mei held a large black umbrella to cover Sir Zhuang's figure. Sir Zhuang made waves under his feet and picked up some water splashes.

"Zhuang Sheng, I have admired your name for a long time. I have admired your name for a long time." When Zhuang Shikai and his wife came to the door of the pavilion, the owner of the pavilion, "Director Qin," hurriedly stepped forward, bowed his head humbly, and held out his hands with a smile.

"Mrs. Zhuang, welcome, welcome." Curator Qin smiled at Rose again.

Zhuang Shikai was neither salty nor cool. He stretched out his hand and touched Director Qin gently, and then passed Director Qin and entered the pavilion.

Liu Mei nodded slightly towards Curator Qin.

Curator Qin immediately received the instruction, followed with a smile, and pulled the black wooden door of "Tianqing Pavilion" shut with his backhand.

More than thirty bodyguards from the "Tiandao Alliance" immediately held umbrellas and spread out in all directions, guarding "low-key" around the pavilion gate.

Miss Liu, the leader of the "Tiandao Alliance", wanted to appraise the antiques and asked "Director Qin" for advice. It was not a shameful thing. Of course, first of all, no one knew that Mr. Zhuang had come to Taiwan in person.

"Zhuangsheng, Tianqing Building is my private club. The first floor is the living room, the second floor is the dining room, and the third floor is the tea room."

"Although the location is not big, it is extremely safe. Please rest assured, Mr. Zhuang." At this time, Director Qin accompanied Mr. Zhuang all the way upstairs, introducing "Tianqing Tower" to Mr. Zhuang and Mrs. Zhuang.

"The third floor has the best view. Let's go up to the third floor to make tea. I also want to ask Mr. Zhuang to taste Taiwan's unique high mountain tea."

Curator Qin said.

"Da da da." The three of them walked up the stairs.

Curator Qin led the way. Zhuang Shikai glanced at the porcelain treasures and antiques such as "Ru kiln celadon", "blue and white porcelain", "red glazed Jun porcelain" and so on on the shelves on each floor, with an enigmatic smile on his face. He clicked his tongue and said in wonder: "Director Qin, you are really knowledgeable about porcelain. From your perspective, the hundreds of pieces of porcelain above and below are all valuable treasures, right?"

Zhuang Shikai came to the third floor and touched the "big celadon vase" at the entrance of the third floor with his hand, glanced at the "orchid" in bloom in the vase and smiled.

Curator Qin stood in front of the tea table, raised his hand to guide the tea seat, shook his head, and said with a chuckle: "Mr. Zhuang, these porcelains are worth a lot of money, but they are worthless if you want to say they are worthless."

It’s worth it! But I can tell you that every piece of porcelain here is a fake, no matter how cheap it is, it’s just a handicraft at most.”
Chapter completed!