Chapter 47

If it were anyone else, knowing they were being sidelined, they would definitely be furious. Young people, who doesn't want a better life, greater ambitions, and to soar higher?

But Du Qian wouldn't think like that. Even a few days ago, right after graduation, he would have been ambivalent. The immediate benefits were clear, but there was no future.

Now, things were different. He could absorb Spirit Horns, which meant he would eventually have his day in the sun. As long as he improved his combat strength, would he still fear not having his day?

Yesterday, he was still worried about the time issue, how the union would affect his absorption of Spirit Horns. Now, he had a job, time, and even such freedom.

"Hmm, I believe it. It turns out that pies can fall from the sky, and the one who throws them is Sikong Yi." Du Qian clenched his fists tightly and waved them excitedly.

Imitating the manner of a big shot, he sat in the chair and scanned the room.

Damn, I'm a section chief, but this office is no good. There's no teacup on the table, no cigars in the drawer, no pretty secretary outside, and no sycophants under me. This section chief is really disappointing.

Forget it, for Sikong Yi's sake, I won't hold it against you. I'll go get my own stuff.

Thinking of this, he put the two seals in his pocket and walked out of the room. Only then did he realize that Zhao Hui had given him two sets of keys, but not the key to the office. The drawer only contained the two seals, nothing else.

Forget it, this is the headquarters of the Flying Tiger Team, there shouldn't be many thieves. Besides, what's there in his office worth stealing?

To get the supplies.

Closing the door, Du Qian wandered around and walked to the guard room on the first floor of the building. There would definitely be someone here; it was uncertain in other places, and even if there were people, they would be busy and have no time for him.

Sure enough, there were two people in the guard room, middle-aged men with different levels of energy. The Flying Tiger Team was indeed different from other units. In ordinary units, even police stations, the guards were usually old men.

"Who are you? How did you get in?" Du Qian pushed the door open and walked into the guard room. The two men jumped up simultaneously, looking at Du Qian in surprise. The headquarters of the Flying Tiger Team was large, but the number of people was not many, and they knew everyone. Du Qian was too unfamiliar.

Actually, it wasn't unusual for outsiders to enter the Flying Tiger Team, but they usually came from outside. This one clearly came from inside the building, without registration. How did he get in?

"Hmm, are you busy? I'm the new Information Section Chief, Du Qian. I have something to ask you." Knowing he was just a figurehead, he still wanted to try out his authority as a section chief.

"Rubbish, grab him." One of the burly men was about to move. How could they not recognize the Information Section Chief? This fraudster was too bold, daring to deceive at the main building of the Flying Tiger Team headquarters. This was unacceptable; they would make him pay.

The other one was also stunned for a moment but quickly reacted, pulling his companion back and showing a strange expression. "You... you are the Data Information Section Chief, Du Qian?"

"Yes, that's me." Du Qian raised his chin. He was a section chief now, a celebrity. Look, as soon as he mentioned his name, they recognized him.

"Hehe, sorry, Section Chief Du. It's your first day, and we haven't met you before."

The other one also laughed. It turned out to be this Section Chief Du. You should have been clearer. The Data Information Section and the Information Section are different, with two extra characters, the meaning is completely different.

"Section Chief Du, what do you need?" Du Qian's appearance was annoying, and the two didn't want to talk to him much.

"Hehe, big brothers, I just have a few questions. I'm new and don't understand anything." After trying out his authority, seeing that it wasn't very effective, Du Qian wasn't that kind of person. He was just testing it out.

Seeing the change in Du Qian's attitude, the two seemed to understand a bit, and the disdain on their faces gradually faded.

It's not that you're nothing, but that you don't recognize your position. Do you really think you're a section chief?

"Ask away." This so-called section chief naturally didn't inspire respect. It was already a favor not to mock him.

"First, where is the Logistics Department? Where can I get my supplies?"

"You need to drive. Go around the main building, and the fourth building in the back is it. Remember to bring the necessary procedures."

"What procedures?"

"Well... the signature from your section, just a stamp." This one also realized that what procedures? There's only one person in the Data Information Section.

"I see, are these the things?" Du Qian took out the two seals from his pocket.

The expressions of the two were quite dramatic. Section Chief Du, you can really do it. You carry the entire section in your pocket.

"These are the official seals. The financial seal is used for applying for funds, which your section might not need for now." This one hesitated and said.

"I understand. This seal is useless, this one is the treasure." Du Qian returned to his normal attitude, no longer acting like a section chief. The financial seal sounded more valuable, but in reality, it was far less useful in his hands than the official seal.

The official seal could get him supplies, but what could the financial seal get him? Funds? What did that have to do with the Data Information Section?

"Second, I want to take leave. Who should I ask?"

"Leave...?" The two felt a bit dizzy. It wasn't that Du Qian wanted to take leave on his first day, but who should he ask?

Captain Fei? Don't be ridiculous. You're just a figurehead. Asking for leave would waste Captain Fei's time, which wouldn't be appropriate.

"You should ask your section chief. Write a leave note and get a stamp..."

"I think it shouldn't be that complicated. Just go about your business, but don't take too much leave, it won't look good." The other one said.

"Right, that makes sense."

Du Qian thought about it and realized it was true. Normally, when someone takes leave, they ask their superior, write a leave note, and get a stamp. Since he was the section chief, who else would he ask? Anyway, he didn't plan to skip work often. He would only go out when necessary and wouldn't cause trouble for Captain Fei.

"I understand, thank you very much. I'll treat you to drinks when I have the chance."

After some polite conversation, Du Qian asked for their names and then left the building, looking for a car in the parking lot.

The Flying Tiger Team was generous. The parking lot was huge with many spaces. If all the vehicles were parked together, the number would be considerable, but when spread out, the parking lot seemed quite empty.

The Logistics Department wasn't hard to find. With the official seal, he got all the supplies. There's no fear of not recognizing quality, but when comparing, the difference was clear. Du Qian had once received supplies from the patrol police, and compared to here, the difference was significant.

The original police uniform and firearms were returned when he left, except for the patrol police ceremonial uniform, which he hadn't had time to return. He needed new ones. The firearms here were of various types and in large quantities. According to the armorer, as a logistics personnel, Section Chief Du couldn't get long guns, but he could choose any short gun.

Since he could choose freely, why would Du Qian be polite? He had always wanted a Dragon Roar, a large handgun with a five-inch barrel, which could be called a hand cannon, larger than many long guns.

The power of this thing was self-evident. It could even penetrate inferior spirit beasts, but it consumed a lot of kinetic energy strips. Du Qian's original patrol police gun had one kinetic energy strip in a magazine, with thirty rounds.

Now, the Dragon Roar hand cannon had only five tungsten core armor-piercing rounds in a magazine, with a kinetic energy strip twice as thick.

With twice or even several times the energy, it could only fire five rounds, showing how powerful this thing was.

Actually, the Flying Tiger Team didn't care about firearms. Ordinary martial cultivators didn't qualify to be Flying Tiger Team members. Firearms were too weak, unable to harm others or protect oneself. Who would care?

The equipment in the Logistics Department's armory was complete, but no one came to claim it all year. Maintenance was a problem. The headquarters had six shooting ranges, two outdoor, two underground, and two all-terrain simulation dynamic shooting ranges.

This was a waste. The Flying Tiger Team members only had one routine firearms training session per year. The captain didn't care, and the members just went through the motions, recording a few entries and finishing. These six shooting ranges were often vacant, and even the maintenance staff had been withdrawn.

There were no uniforms, which made Du Qian a bit uncomfortable. He had to buy his own clothes. The Flying Tiger Team didn't have uniforms, only combat gear, which wasn't comfortable to wear. Besides, the logistics personnel said, "You're logistics, you don't need combat gear."

There were plenty of other things, with fixed monthly quotas: tea, coffee, and cigarettes. Office supplies could be claimed as needed, but they weren't useful, and Du Qian didn't have the nerve to steal them and sell them.

Putting the gun under his arm, he drove out of the Flying Tiger Team headquarters to the bank to get Spirit Horns. Since he was idle anyway, he might as well do his own thing.

Feeling quite good, Du Qian sang as he returned to his office. This happy life came so unexpectedly, truly beyond his expectations.

More money, less work, close to home, light responsibilities, and low position.

Although it wasn't entirely satisfactory, Du Qian was content.

First, he absorbed a Spirit Horn, as no one would disturb him. After absorbing the Spirit Horn, it was already noon, so he went to the cafeteria for lunch. The Flying Tiger Team's cafeteria was open all day and free, saving him the cost of meals.

With the master chef's puzzled look, Du Qian claimed four portions of food. This wasn't the quantity of a Western-style tea restaurant. The Flying Tiger Team had many big eaters, and the portions were substantial and of high quality. The Flying Tiger Team members were violent personnel and needed adequate nutrition, so the food in the cafeteria was naturally excellent.

He started eating, and the mountain of food disappeared at a visible speed, making the surrounding Flying Tiger Team members gape. The new section chief was a big eater.

"Slow down, the food is unlimited and free here."

Without looking up, Du Qian knew that in the Flying Tiger Team, only his classmate Yao Jing would say such a shameless thing.

"Right, the taste is good, but it's a bit worse than in Xide."

"Can you adapt?" Yao Jing asked while eating. She had just learned that Du Qian had been transferred to the Flying Tiger Team, which was better for her to protect him nearby.