Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System

At night, in the Hilton Hotel lobby.

After booking a room, Qi Yun lit a cigarette, took out his phone, and dialed President Bi's number.

"Hello, Brother Qi, what's up?" On the other end, President Bi's voice sounded a bit tired.

Qi Yun replied with a laugh, "Hehe, did President Bi come to Hong Kong too? I just saw your female assistant in the hotel lobby."

"What?" President Bi's voice suddenly rose, confirming again, "You saw Jiang Yue!?"

"Yeah, that's why I called to ask if you're in Hong Kong too. Why do you sound a bit off?" Qi Yun asked.

A heavy breathing sound came from the other end, as if the person was trying hard to control their emotions.

"Something happened, it's hard to explain in a few words. Which hotel are you at?"

"Ah?" Qi Yun feigned surprise and responded, "I'm at the Hilton in Central."

"Alright, I got it." President Bi didn't pursue the topic further and after a pause continued, "Brother, you've done me a big favor."

"I'll take the earliest flight over tomorrow and thank you in person then."

"Alright, see you tomorrow."

After hanging up, Qi Yun's lips curled into a faint smile. He stubbed out the cigarette and walked towards the elevator.

He knew well that President Bi was probably very anxious; eighty million in funds is a huge sum for any company, not to mention it's tied to betrayals in love and family.

Back in the room, Qi Yun changed clothes, put on a hat, and then left the hotel, heading to the Central MTR Station.

His purpose here, besides finding a suitable reason to alert President Bi, was also to help Vice President Liu retrieve the embezzled ill-gotten gains.

Though it was already evening, the station was still bustling with people.

Qi Yun made his way to the storage lockers in the station, looked around, and suddenly noticed a surveillance camera overhead.

To be safe, he didn't act rashly but instead went to the nearby restroom and then returned the way he came.

He thought, even if Vice President Liu found the gold bars missing, he'd probably be too afraid to call the police, but who knows if he'd suddenly act irrationally.

Risking it for a million-plus didn't seem worth it.

"Need to think of a more secure method." Qi Yun muttered to himself, thinking as he walked out of the metro station.

Just as he passed a dark and secluded alley, a small figure suddenly jumped out, blocking his way.

"Uncle, please give some money."

Qi Yun looked closely and saw a shabby little boy with unkempt hair and a face full of dirt, staring eagerly at him.

He was momentarily stunned, as this unexpected scene disrupted his thoughts.

He instinctively reached into his pocket, pulled out a few banknotes, and handed them to the boy.

"Thank you, Uncle!" The little boy took the money, eyes gleaming with joy, and turned to run away.

"Wait." Qi Yun stopped him, a thought suddenly coming to his mind.

The little boy halted, looking back at Qi Yun with confusion.

Qi Yun crouched down to meet the boy's gaze and gently asked, "Hey kid, aren't you not allowed to beg on the streets? Aren't you afraid the police will catch you?"

The boy's expression turned anxious at his words, instinctively stepping back, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

"I... I know, but my mom is sick and needs money for treatment; I have no choice."

"Sometimes the officers chase me away, but I'm fast, and they can't catch me." The boy said while wiping his nose with his dirty hand.

"What about your dad?" Qi Yun asked.

"He's dead."

Hearing this answer, Qi Yun felt a tightness in his chest.

Looking at the boy's eyes, filled with fear and a touch of stubbornness, his heart was a jumble of emotions.

He initially intended to use the boy to achieve his aim, but upon hearing this, he felt a pang of guilt.

"What's your mom sick with? Public hospitals are supposed to be inexpensive, right?"

The boy sniffed and quietly replied, "Cancer. The line at the public hospital is too long. The doctor said she can't wait that long and must go to a private hospital, but the costs there are too high; I can't gather enough money."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun stood up, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"How much more do you need?"

The boy lowered his head, scuffing the ground with his toe, hesitating for a long while before quietly saying, "The doctor said it costs 350,000; I'm still short 320,000."

Qi Yun took another puff, looked around to ensure no cameras, and made a decision.

He took 20,000 Hong Kong dollars from his wallet and handed it to the boy, asking, "Now I give you two choices."

"First, take this 20,000 and leave."

"Second, help me with something, and when you're done, I'll give you 300,000."

The boy widened his eyes upon hearing this, staring intently at the 20,000 Hong Kong dollars in Qi Yun's hand, his breathing growing rapid.

He agreed without hesitation, "Sure, I'll do anything you ask!"

Qi Yun nodded, noticing the boy's nervousness, so he gently patted his shoulder and said, "Don't be scared, I just need you to fetch something for me."

"The storage locker at the Central MTR Station, number A386, password 9203, take the item without opening it and bring it to me. Can you do that?"

The boy looked up, eyes full of determination, nodding emphatically, "I can do it!"

"Alright, wear this." Qi Yun took a mask from his pocket and handed it to the boy.