Chapter 24

"Sir, it's nothing, just what I should do. As a patrol officer, protecting the safety of citizens is my duty. Deputy Director Du and Captain Leng often educate us this way." At this moment, Du Qian felt particularly clear-headed, his emotional intelligence rising rapidly, even he didn't know how he had become so perceptive.

"Hehe, no matter what, you saved my two daughters. Do you have any wishes? I still have some influence, perhaps I can help you." Du Qian's image, of course, couldn't be described as particularly good. The words he had just said had a bit of an official tone, neither good nor bad. As the Minister of Energy, Sikong Yi had seen all kinds of people.

The young patrol officer in front of him was very young, with a strong sense of naivety. Plus, the obvious marks of punches on his face and his understanding of his two daughters. Without asking, Sikong had already formed a deep impression of Du Qian.

A punk like Du Qian naturally didn't know the value of this. One of the three high officials and nine ministers of the empire, in charge of the entire empire's energy system, including the Energy Department, the Calculation Center, various energy enterprises, and the external energy strategy department, etc. The power in his hands was so great that no one could clearly say how much.

Don't even talk about wealth and status. Just being remembered and leaving a deep impression was enough to make 99% of the people in the empire envious and jealous.

Du Qian couldn't see, but others' eyes were bright. The four city lords, Fei Xue, and Leng Jun all had red eyes.

Stopping their work, dispatching hundreds or even thousands of people, personally accompanying, luxurious banquets, and grand balls where all kinds of nobles gathered. Everything they did was to leave a deep impression in the mind of the Sir, even if it wasn't deep enough, as long as the Sir knew there was such a person in the empire, it was worth it.

But who would have thought that the one who left the deepest impression was an unknown young patrol officer.

"Can I really ask for anything?" After a while, Du Qian asked.

"Idiot." The little devil's angry scolding came from beside him, but Du Qian pretended not to hear.

"Finished." Leng Jun muttered to himself. Du Qian wasn't closely related to him, and the official tone he had used earlier didn't matter much to Leng Jun. It was too obvious, and he believed the Sir wouldn't care.

The official tone was a bit strong, but it still felt quite good. At this moment, don't ask for anything. With the Sir's status, would he let you down?

Does Du Qian really not understand? Wrong, he was very clear in his mind. Since his face had swollen to the point where he couldn't see anything, Du Qian felt that his hearing and thinking had reached an unprecedented height.

Originally vague thoughts were now exceptionally clear. His impression of the little devil improved, but the big devil was more dangerous; that girl preferred to speak with her fists.

His contribution? Perhaps a little. Recalling the assassination attempt by Manager Li and the strength of the little girl's guards, Du Qian understood that even if he hadn't acted, they wouldn't have been hurt.

His 'brave' performance was genuine, but others saw it differently. If you really think about it, saving people is a bit of a stretch.

Fortunately, the other party had acknowledged his efforts. How much they acknowledged was a question. Not asking for anything was a good strategy, but it had a hint of coercion, and the impression left would be worse.

This behavior is called opportunism, which can only bring short-term benefits.

His eyes couldn't see, and he didn't know where he was. But that didn't mean he couldn't guess. The title "Sir" wasn't explained clearly enough?

Who had been answering before? Fei Xue, the captain of the Flying Tiger Team, and Leng Jun, his direct superior, the captain of the patrol officers.

From their positions, the tone of their voices, and the content of their conversation, it was clear that in this room, their status was the lowest.

Understanding the relationship, Du Qian relaxed and decided to think about the problem differently. Gain what I can, lose what I must, don't worry too much. After all, he was just a small figure. Even if the Sir wanted to help him, the help would be limited.

No matter how great the Sir was, could he give him a city and make him a city lord? Du Qian, a small punk, would need the ability to hold such a position. Since it might bring false glory, it would be better to ask for something more practical.

Du Qian's thoughts moved quickly, and he felt extremely calm. But he didn't think about whether he would have thought this way a few days ago.

Being able to absorb spirit horns and spirit fragments, with rapidly improving combat power, was his true confidence and the basis for his decision.

Of course, there was also a bit of a petty mindset. A thousand yuan in sight is not as good as one yuan in hand. What you get is yours, and what's yours is the best.

"Of course." A hint of amusement appeared on Sikong Yi's face. The changes in everyone's expressions didn't escape his eyes. The little girl's "idiot" made him need to think carefully. Originally, he wanted to give him great wealth, but this idea was clearly problematic.

It's not that Sikong Yi had a strong sense of class, but his little daughter wasn't suitable to get too close to this young patrol officer.

Du Qian had left a very deep impression on him. With his discerning eye, he couldn't tell if this kid was playing a forward retreat, a backward advance, or simply ignorant.

"Five hundred spirit horns." Du Qian said, repeatedly calculating in his mind. Was this number too low, or too low...?

In his eyes, Leng Jun was the captain of the Treasure Division, managing over a thousand people, and his value wouldn't be less than three hundred spirit horns.

Fei Xue was the captain of the Flying Tiger Team in Pingchuan City, with a status ten times higher than Leng Jun, worth at least three thousand spirit horns.

By analogy, this Sir was worth at least three hundred thousand spirit horns. Even if he gave his daughters a fifty percent discount, they would still be worth one hundred and fifty thousand.

But he didn't really save them, so the credit should be discounted, leaving not much. Even so, the calculation would still be over ten thousand spirit horns. Asking for that much would be inappropriate, and even if he got it, it would be a burden.

Five hundred wasn't too much. In this room, except for Leng Jun, who might be envious, the others wouldn't care. This income was more practical. Giving Leng Jun a hundred spirit horns later, everyone would be happy, and he would get what he wanted.

If he asked for ten thousand spirit horns, Du Qian suspected he wouldn't be able to leave this room. Even if the Sir wanted to save face, he might be killed before his face swelled down.

Ten thousand spirit horns, equivalent to over a million Zhou Shan coins, was enough to hire the top ten assassination groups in the empire, let alone for robbery.

Five hundred spirit horns was different. Five thousand Zhou Shan coins was a lot, but it was within the acceptable range for the people in this room. For him, it was a huge sum.

Don't think he was greedy. At this moment, Du Qian really treated money like dirt. What he wanted wasn't Zhou Shan coins but spirit horns. Selling them was easy, but buying them was expensive, especially buying five hundred at once. Even if he had the money, without a certain status, no one would sell to him.

Du Qian's request left everyone in the room speechless, and their gazes were filled with strange looks.

How can you say a petty person is despicable? It's not a curse. It's related to the height, knowledge, and education of a small person. He stands that high, and you can't expect his vision to be broader.

Everyone had different thoughts, and their gazes were full of contempt, especially the second daughter, Sikong Min, whose disdain and disappointment could be seen from a distance.

But the higher-ups had a hint of amusement in their eyes. Five hundred spirit horns, not much, but for Du Qian's status, it wasn't little.

Sikong Yi rarely smiled, and almost no one had seen him smile except for his two daughters. But at this moment, a hint of a smile flashed in his eyes. Standing high, seeing far, he was undoubtedly the highest person in this room, having seen all kinds of people. Some asked for a lot, some played a forward retreat to get benefits, and some were too timid to ask.

Du Qian's choice was clearly more practical, which he greatly appreciated. Knowing etiquette and knowing when to advance or retreat, easy to say, but how many could truly do it?

The little girl and Du Qian had a bit of a rivalry. If used well, it could be very beneficial. At this moment, Du Qian should have played a forward retreat and focused on the little girl to get the most benefits, but he didn't, which made Sikong Yi very satisfied.

The five hundred spirit horns would be a big blow to the little girl, and this was exactly what he wanted to see. This young man, with average ability and low status, had a good character.

His thoughts changed again. It seems this wealth should still be given to you, young man. Don't be shy, this is what you deserve.

"Five hundred is too much? Then three hundred, you won't give me three hundred..."

"Shut up." Leng Jun couldn't care less and shouted angrily. In this room, except for Du Qian, his status was the lowest. Yao Jing was a newcomer, but her combat power was higher than his, making her a treasure of the Flying Tiger Team this year, with a status no less than his.

"Okay, I'll give you five hundred. Don't you want more?" Sikong Yi asked. The four city lords of Pingchuan City weren't familiar with Sikong Yi and could only understand a little through their own channels, not in detail.

But his people were familiar. Whether it was Guo Qingtian or Luo Chengying, they were all shocked. Was the Sir really this playful?

Sikong Hui raised her eyebrows and looked at Du Qian again. This kid seemed more devious than she thought, actually trying to trap his father?