Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System

Liu Meng responded, quickly changed his clothes, and came out carrying a canvas bag not long after.

"Old Qi, I'm ready. We can set off now."

The two got into the car, and Qi Yun skillfully started the engine, heading toward the highway entrance.

He previously called Zhao Qing to say he would be going to Kashi for a few days. She only grumbled dissatisfied, "You promised to take me for hotpot today," but didn't complain further and said she'd take good care of their daughter.

Having such a good helper at home during this time made it much easier for Qi Yun.

In the passenger seat, Liu Meng turned to look at the cage in the back seat and asked, "Old Qi, why did you bring a pigeon?"

Qi Yun smiled at him, "This trip is specifically to deliver it. Don't underestimate this pigeon; it's worth more than this car."

After hearing this, Liu Meng took a sharp breath in surprise.

Once on the highway, Qi Yun engaged cruise control, sticking to the speed limit of 120 km/h. The speed slowed down again through the mountain areas, and they barely reached the Kuerle Service Area by midnight.

They still had more than a thousand kilometers to go before reaching his destination.

At the service area, the two had a simple dinner, refueled the car, and then Liu Meng took over driving.

Qi Yun leaned back in the passenger seat, beginning to review the day's intelligence.

[Today's intelligence 1 (Red): Old Feng contacted the owner of the neighboring adult store yesterday, expressing interest in taking over their store. The owner asked for a transfer fee of 380,000, while his actual psychological price is 200,000.]

[Today's intelligence 2 (Red): Zhang Dayong, due to successfully cracking a smuggling case, caught the attention of a big figure and will soon be promoted to Executive Deputy Director of the New District Branch.]

[Today's intelligence 3 (White): Yesterday afternoon, Nuannuan found a Yuan Datou worth 2,000 yuan on the lawn.]

Another three pieces of ordinary intelligence. Qi Yun was surprised that his daughter had such good luck to find a Yuan Datou.

He smiled knowingly and dialed Old Feng's phone number.

"Hello, Old Qi."

"What are you up to?" Qi Yun asked.

Old Feng closed the account book, "Just finished with the store's matters, getting ready to go home."

Qi Yun thought for a moment, tentatively saying, "Just checking, weren't you planning to expand the hotpot restaurant? Got any plans?"

Old Feng sighed, "I asked the neighboring store today, and they want 380,000 for the transfer fee. I feel like it's too expensive."

"How big is that store?"

"About ninety square meters, the size is quite suitable, and the rent is similar to ours."

Qi Yun took a drag of his cigarette, paused, and replied, "With ninety square meters, I think 200,000 is about right. Try negotiating again tomorrow. If they don't agree to that price, we'll look elsewhere."

Old Feng nodded, "Alright, I feel 200,000 is about right too. I'll ask again tomorrow."

"All right, hang up now. Give me a call if you face any issues."

"Did you call just for this?" Old Feng asked, puzzled.

Qi Yun laughed, "Just wanted to remind you to take care of yourself and not exhaust your body. I'm still counting on you to help me earn money."

"..."

Liu Meng drove skillfully and steadily. Qi Yun reclined his seat and soon fell asleep.

When he woke again, it was already morning.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he sat up straight and looked out the window.

On either side of the highway lay endless deserts, with occasional sparse poplar trees.

The road sign ahead read, "260 kilometers to Kashi."

Qi Yun turned to look at the tired face of Liu Meng and said, "Why didn't you call me? Let me drive from here, and you can rest."

Liu Meng didn't insist and swapped places with Qi Yun at the next gas station.

After filling up the tank, the car set off again, and by noon, they finally entered the city of Kashi.

Qi Yun found a hotel by the roadside, took a comfortable shower, and then went out with Liu Meng to have lunch.

While waiting for the food, he called the pigeon owner, telling him they had arrived in Kashi.

After a brief silence, the other side said, "I'll send you a location. Bring the pigeon over now."

"Okay, I'll be there shortly," Qi Yun agreed, then hung up the phone.

After lunch, they got back into the car, and Qi Yun followed the location sent to him on the GPS.

The scenery on both sides of the road gradually transitioned from the bustling city to the tranquil suburbs.

The car slowly drove down a somewhat old lane lined with exotic-looking ethnic buildings, along with several towering mosques.

Qi Yun glanced at the GPS, which showed they were a few hundred meters away. He parked the car on the side of the road and turned to Liu Meng, saying, "Brother Meng, if there's any dispute later, call the police immediately and try not to engage physically."

Liu Meng seemed to understand something, furrowing his brow, "How about I go take a look first? You stay here."

Qi Yun shook his head with a smile, "It's fine, I just told you in advance to be cautious. It's a society ruled by law now; they should not dare to cause trouble."

He wasn't worried about their safety; he was mainly concerned the other party might back out and refuse to pay the million. That might lead to disputes.

Although he had evidence, such matters could only be resolved through legal channels, which could be time-consuming and laborious.

The car continued to move and soon arrived at a rather grand-looking courtyard. Tall mulberry trees stood on both sides of the entrance.

After parking, Qi Yun approached and knocked on the door. Footsteps were heard inside, and shortly, a tall middle-aged man dressed in traditional ethnic attire opened the door.

His gaze was sharp, scanning Qi Yun and Liu Meng for a moment before asking, "Are you the ones delivering the pigeon?"