Complaint Hotline

Chapter 51 Complaint Hotline

Headquarters of the Yanjing Military Region.

Geng Yuanjing rode in his own car back to the headquarters.

The car stopped, and he got out. The guard, quick as a flash, immediately handed him a water cup that had been prepared beforehand.

"Sir, I've received several phone calls today targeting you."

The guard reported respectfully.

Geng Yuanjing had been in meetings all day, and now he felt exhausted.

He took the water glass, took a small sip, and asked, "Did the confidential office record the contents of the phone call?"

Because Geng Yuanjing had many daily affairs, and because mobile phones were not yet widespread in that era, he simply couldn't find the time to answer many calls.

To ensure that no important calls were missed, the headquarters specially set up a confidential office to answer calls for him.

If there were important but not extremely urgent matters, the confidential staff would record them in detail, and Geng Yuanjing would review them one by one when he had time.

In case of an emergency, someone will quickly contact the people around him and notify him in person.

The guard shook his head slightly. "No, they said they would wait for you to call back in person."

"Should I call you back personally?"

Upon hearing this, Geng Yuanjing was slightly taken aback.

Normally, he would only be asked to call back if it involved personal matters.

Those who know him well know that he doesn't like to call the headquarters for personal matters unless there are extremely special circumstances.

"Okay, I understand. I'll call back right away."

With that, Geng Yuanjing walked toward his office, preparing to make a phone call back.

At this moment, the bodyguard beside him quickly reminded him, "Sir, the person making the call is not a family member."

"Not from my house?" Geng Yuanjing was taken aback and asked, "Then who is it?"

"One is the old commander Wu Shuanzhu, and the other is Feng Zhenliang, the commander of the Eastern Military Region Air Force Department."

"Huh? Didn't they say what it was about when they called?"

"no."

"Okay, I understand!"

A hint of doubt arose in Geng Yuanjing's mind. These two were both comrades within the system, so what could it be that required him to call back?

Driven by this curiosity, he went straight to the desk and dialed Feng Zhenliang's number.

"Old Feng, I heard you called me? What's up? Why did you insist I call you back personally?"

As Geng Yuanjing spoke, he casually lit a cigarette for himself.

Feng Zhenliang's slightly urgent voice came quickly from the other end of the phone: "Commander-in-Chief, there is something I must report to you personally."

"The Bureau of Investigation and Statistics is simply outrageous. They abuse their limited power at will, making a mountain out of a molehill."

"We're about to lose our anti-aircraft missile technology. I'm asking you, are you going to do anything about this?"

"What?"

Geng Yuanjing was genuinely startled upon hearing this. He took a deep drag of his cigarette, which choked him, and he couldn't help but cough.

"Ahem, Lao Feng, don't rush, speak slowly."

"You just mentioned anti-aircraft missile technology? We're about to lose it? What exactly do you mean?"

Do you still remember Wu Zu?

"Uh—I vaguely remember him. Isn't he the young man who invented the Type 99A main battle tank?"

Geng Yuanjing pondered for a moment and then said.

"That's right, it's him! This time he has successfully developed an anti-aircraft missile, and he even used it to shoot down an American Blackbird reconnaissance plane."

"And what happened? Those people in the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics—"

"etc!"

Geng Yuanjing hurriedly interrupted Feng Zhenliang, his tone full of disbelief.

"You mean Wu Zu has developed another anti-aircraft missile and shot down an American Blackbird reconnaissance plane? Did I hear that right?"

At this moment, Geng Yuanjing's heart was filled with turbulent waves.

It is important to know that air defense missiles are crucial for protecting a country's airspace and defending against enemy reconnaissance aircraft.

However, China's basic industries are only just beginning, and high-tech products such as air defense radar are extremely difficult to develop.

To date, he has never heard of the air defense radar research institute having mastered this technology.

However, Feng Zhenliang told him that Wu Zu not only developed anti-aircraft missiles, but also successfully shot down the Blackbird reconnaissance aircraft with supersonic and stealth capabilities, which was really unbelievable. How did they manage to do it?

On the other end of the phone, Feng Zhenliang said decisively, "That's right, Wu Zu has come up with another new invention!"

"My God, this kid is amazing! How did he do that?"

Feng Zhenliang did not respond to this.

That's not what I'm going to talk about right now.

"Such an outstanding scientific researcher, it's one thing not to protect him immediately, but the Bureau of Secrecy actually wants to take him away for questioning. What kind of behavior is this?"

"Huh? We're taking him away for questioning?"

Upon hearing this, Geng Yuanjing's anger surged: "What exactly happened? Tell me in detail."

Then, Feng Zhenliang recounted the whole story in detail.

"That's the situation. They're completely abusing their power; it's utterly lawless! Are you going to do anything about it? If you're not, I'll step in myself."

"If they ruin our anti-aircraft missile technology, I'll never forgive them!"

"Hold on, hold on, I'll handle this. You go ahead with your work; the most important thing right now is to get the technology finalized!"

"Then you should tell them to release him immediately, Ah Zu's father is still with the Security Bureau!"

After hanging up the phone, Geng Yuanjing slammed his fist on the table in anger, shouting, "This is outrageous! As public officials, all they know is to stick to the rules and not be flexible. What right does someone like that have to stay in the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics?!"

Just as he was about to make a call, the phone on his desk suddenly rang.

He picked up the receiver casually, but before he could even speak, a question came from the other end of the line.

"I am Wu Shuanzhu. No matter who you are, go back and tell Geng Yuanjing that our ancestor developed an anti-aircraft missile. This is a contribution to the country."

"Moreover, he doesn't belong to the arsenal, so he doesn't need to abide by those rules and regulations, but the secret service deliberately makes things difficult for him, which is really unbearable."

"If this continues, we won't report any new inventions we come up with anymore. That's it!"

After saying that, he was about to hang up the phone.

Geng Yuanjing quickly said, "Old Wu, this is Geng Yuanjing. Why are you so angry? Feng Zhenliang has already told me about what you just mentioned. Don't worry, I will definitely help you solve it!"

On the other end of the phone, Wu Shuanzhu recognized Geng Yuanjing's voice.

"That's good. Ah Zu's father is still with the Security Bureau. You'd better call them right away, or I'll go and snatch him back myself!"

Hearing Wu Shuanzhu's angry voice, Geng Yuanjing felt somewhat helpless.

"Alright, Lao Wu, I'll definitely handle it properly for you. Just wait for news!"

After hanging up the phone, Geng Yuanjing felt a splitting headache.

What's wrong with everyone today? They're all so irritable.

But upon closer reflection, the secret service staff really went too far this time, and they definitely deserve a good talking-to.

Otherwise, if their mistakes lead those high-tech talents to abandon their research, it would undoubtedly be a huge loss for China.

However, he still had doubts. Anti-aircraft missile technology has extremely high requirements. How did Wu Zu manage to do it?

After thinking for a moment, he decided to call the Security Bureau first to explain the situation, and then inquire about the situation at the Northwest Weaponry Research Institute.

If Wu Zuzhen has truly mastered the technology of anti-aircraft missiles, then the Northwest Anti-Aircraft Missile Research Institute may no longer need to continue this research.

At this moment, in the headquarters office of the Dragon Kingdom's Bureau of Secrecy.

Ring ring ring————

A crisp telephone ring suddenly sounded, and Bureau Chief Wang Ji reached out and picked up the phone.

"I am Wang Ji. May I ask who you are?"

"I am Geng Yuanjing!"

A serious voice came from the other end of the phone.

Upon hearing the name "Geng Yuanjing," Wang Ji immediately sat up straight and respectfully said, "Commander-in-Chief, what are your instructions?"

"I now demand that you immediately release Wu Guodong of the Jiangnan Military Region's Bureau of Investigation and Statistics!"

"Huh? What's going on?"

Wang Ji was completely confused.

"What's going on? Hmph, if I don't intervene soon, our Dragon Country's air defense missile technology will probably be delayed for several more years!"

"this----"

Wang Ji was immediately terrified and broke out in a cold sweat, but he really couldn't figure out what the connection was between the two.

Geng Yuanjing explained the whole story in detail over the phone.

After hearing this, Wang Ji clenched his fists in anger.

These men under my command are truly foolish. If their actions lead to the loss of anti-aircraft missile technology, not only will Feng Zhenliang and Wu Shuanzhu hold them accountable, but I myself will not forgive them either.

After all, this is a crucial defense technology concerning the security of the nation's airspace.

As the director of the Bureau of Secrecy, Wang Ji was well aware of the importance of this technology.

However, he was also shocked. The anti-aircraft missile technology had only been in development for a few years, and he had heard that progress was slow. How could it have been overcome so suddenly?

But this wasn't the time to dwell on that, he quickly assured them over the phone.

"Please rest assured, Commander-in-Chief, I will personally call them to release the person immediately!"

As the sun gradually set, its afterglow shone through the window onto the walls of Wu Zu's house.

Wu Zu looked up at the old-fashioned wall clock; the hour hand had already moved five large divisions.

"Mom, we can't wait any longer! Dad has been inside for five hours already, we have to go and rescue him!"

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Liu Xuelan sighed helplessly and shook her head, saying, "Child, it's better not to go."

"The Bureau of Investigation and Statistics has its own procedures, which we cannot arbitrarily disrupt. I believe they will give us a fair outcome."

However, Wu Zu had absolutely no trust in the arrogant and domineering Zhao Mang.

"Mom, if you don't want to go, I'll go myself! Those people abuse their power and are not trustworthy at all!"

After saying that, he grabbed the bag that was placed to the side, turned around and rushed out the door.