Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System

Qi Yun nodded in response: "That's right."

The middle-aged man slightly turned his body, gesturing for them to come in: "Come in."

As they walked into the yard, above their heads were rows of grape racks, beneath their feet were exquisite stone slabs, unique potted plants were placed all around, and there were a few pigeons on the eaves.

They reached the main house, the middle-aged man pushed open the heavy wooden door, inside was covered with beautiful carpets, paintings were hung on the walls, and a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair was looking at his phone. He was the pigeon owner who had previously video-called Qi Yun.

The one who had led Qi Yun and the others inside said a few words to the slicked-back-haired man, who then looked up and gestured for Qi Yun to sit: "Please sit."

Qi Yun nodded and pulled out a chair to sit down.

Liu Meng stood behind him with a vigilant expression, looking very much like a bodyguard, making Qi Yun feel both amused and helpless.

The slicked-back-haired man put down his phone and stared at the two, asking, "Where are my pigeons?"

Qi Yun smiled: "Shouldn't we talk about the reward first?"

The slicked-back-haired man laughed heartily: "You still don't trust me, huh."

"I'm sorry, but since it's our first meeting, I really can't trust easily," Qi Yun said truthfully.

The slicked-back-haired man nodded, his expression playful: "You're quite honest."

Qi Yun remained silent, feeling that this guy seemed different from the impression he had in yesterday's video.

Lacking that urgency, he appeared much calmer and composed.

Could it be because Qi Yun was on his turf, so he felt fearless?

The slicked-back-haired man's gaze shifted, he turned and murmured a few words to the middle-aged man nearby, who nodded and walked toward the door.

Soon after, a sharp automobile alarm sounded outside the door.

Qi Yun's brow furrowed lightly.

Liu Meng, who stood behind him, also tensed up, ready to turn and see what was going on.

Qi Yun discreetly tugged at his pant leg, indicating him to stay calm.

Not long after, the middle-aged man who had gone out returned inside, glanced at Qi Yun and Liu Meng, and then murmured a few words to the slicked-back-haired man.

The slicked-back-haired man listened, gave Qi Yun a meaningful glance.

Then he signaled to the middle-aged man, who understood, went into a side room, and came out holding a black briefcase.

He placed the briefcase on the table, opened it and turned it toward Qi Yun.

Inside were stacks of cash.

"Here's a million in cash, it's yours now, can you give me my pigeons?"

Qi Yun glanced at the money in the box and shook his head faintly: "Sorry, this isn't the way I imagined the transaction."

The slicked-back-haired man frowned deeply, showing clear displeasure: "Then how do you want to make the transaction?"

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on Qi Yun.

Qi Yun crossed his hands and said calmly: "I hope we can best make the transaction at a notary office, with a notarized certificate, then I dare to take the money."

"And I prefer to receive payment via transfer rather than cash."

Hearing Qi Yun's words, a trace of surprise appeared on the slicked-back-haired man's face. He leaned back on his seat, crossed his arms, scrutinizing Qi Yun: "You're quite cautious."

Qi Yun smiled: "I can't help it, I was tricked before, so I have to be cautious."

After a moment of silence, the slicked-back-haired man nodded: "No problem, I can meet your requirements, let's go to the notary office now."

With that, he stood up and instructed the middle-aged man beside him, who then went out to prepare the vehicle.

"By the way, may I ask your surname?"

Qi Yun also stood up, answered: "My name is Qi Yun."

"Then Mr. Qi, let's go."

They went outside the yard and saw the front and rear windshields of the BMW 5 series parked at the door had been smashed, with glass shards scattered on the ground.

Liu Meng immediately became unhappy, glaring at the middle-aged man and said: "Who smashed our car windows."

The middle-aged man didn't respond, the slicked-back-haired man chuckled and said: "It might be the mischievous kids nearby, since your car got damaged at my doorstep, I'll cover the repair costs."

Liu Meng wanted to say more, but Qi Yun gently patted his arm and smiled, saying: "Forget it, it's just replacing some glass."

Although Liu Meng was still somewhat disgruntled, seeing Qi Yun's signal, he swallowed his words.

At this time, Qi Yun leaned closer to his ear and whispered: "Drive back to the hotel and get the pigeons, I'll send you the location, bring the pigeons over."

Liu Meng nodded, turned to the car door, and drove away.

"Your friend isn't coming with us?" the slicked-back-haired man asked, puzzled.

Qi Yun glanced at him: "I sent him to fix the car first."

The slicked-back-haired man chuckled, said no more, bent over and got into the business car, Qi Yun followed suit and got in.

...

An hour later, at the notary office, the notary notarized the reward agreement and issued a few notarized certificates.

Qi Yun checked them and found no issues, then took the cage from Liu Meng's hand and handed it to the slicked-back-haired man.

The slicked-back-haired man picked up the pigeons, inspected them, then put them back into the cage and handed it to the middle-aged man beside him.

"No problem, give me your account number."

Qi Yun immediately sent his card number to the other party, and soon received a text message confirming a million was credited to his bank account.

"Alright, transaction completed, farewell."

The slicked-back-haired man said no more, smiled playfully.

After that, Qi Yun and Liu Meng returned to their car and drove away directly.

Liu Meng sat in the passenger seat, saying indignantly: "I checked earlier, the trunk was also pried open. That bastard probably thought we had put the pigeons in the car, luckily you were alert."

Qi Yun smiled at him, advised: "Small matter, anyway we got the money, no need to argue with them."

"We won't drive back, we'll fly, the car will be sent to the shipping department for transport back later."