The rest of the conversation remained vague. Old Du looked at Old Yun with surprise. "I think you just can't stand seeing him relax."
"Otherwise? If he relaxes, he pays too much attention to everything, and it becomes difficult for everyone." A hint of helplessness appeared on Old Yun's face.
Old Du sighed. "Some things are unavoidable. If he didn't act this way, some people and matters would cause even more trouble."
Old Yun’s eyes grew deep. After a long pause, he said, "We are both half-buried in the ground. Why worry about these things? If this young man truly disliked people, he wouldn't have intervened in our affairs these past few years."
"Enough. We just talk to understand each other. Let's call him quickly." Old Du smiled. Some things are best understood without being said too much.
Old Yun took out a notebook, found the number, and dialed. It connected quickly. Seeing this, Old Du asked, "When did you get his phone number? I thought you only knew his pager number?"
"I called his security company. I found out recently. He is returning these days, so he should be at the company." Old Yun answered directly.
Yan Aohan answered. He was indeed at the security company. Zhang Haifeng and Zhang Sheng had gone to investigate Zhang Haitao’s matter, so Yan Aohan was temporarily in charge.
"Yan Aohan." Yan Aohan listened to the phone while reviewing documents delivered to him.
"Yan kid, it’s Yun Qifeng." Old Yun spoke directly.
"Old Yun? What brings you to call me?" Yan Aohan’s lips curled up slightly. His heart brightened. If his prediction was correct, Old Yun was calling about Zhang Haitao. Indeed, Old Yun didn’t beat around the bush. "Zhang Haitao from the Zhang family has gone missing."
A trace of mockery flashed in Yan Aohan’s eyes. "Old Yun, you should know I don’t interfere in some matters."
"I know." Old Yun sighed. "I owe you a favor."
"No need for favors. I just want that piece of Millennium Cold Iron." Although he could get it himself, Yan Aohan never hesitated to use others when possible.
"What do you want the Millennium Cold Iron for?" Old Yun asked curiously.
"That’s none of your business. I just want the iron. It’s useless to you anyway. Keeping it there just wastes it on those crazy people. Better give it to me. One question: will you give it or not?" Yan Aohan spoke calmly, but his tone allowed no doubt.
Old Yun was silent for a moment, then gave a definite answer. "Fine. I’ll have someone fetch it."
"Hmm. In half an hour, my people will come to your place to pick it up." Yan Aohan paused, then continued, "My people have already rescued Zhang Haitao. However, his injuries are severe. He is currently recovering here."
Old Yun was stunned. "You’ve already rescued him? How is that possible? How were you so fast? I just learned he was missing."
Yan Aohan sneered. "If everything were as unsecured and slow as yours, Zhang Haitao would be dead by now. But he suffered enough. If not for someone’s help, nine lives wouldn’t have been enough."
Hearing this, Old Yun realized Zhang Haitao had suffered greatly. His heart sank slightly. "How is Haitao now?"