Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System

After leaving the quadrangle courtyard, Qi Yun and his companion returned to the hotel. Since Mr. Tong had agreed to help, he would definitely contact him, so he just needed to wait for the news.

Just as he sat down on the sofa in the hotel room, the phone in his pocket rang. He took it out and saw it was a landline number from Jiang Province.

After answering the phone, a middle-aged woman's voice came from the other side: "Are you Mr. Qi Yun?"

"Yes, that's me."

"Here's the thing. We're from the urban redevelopment project group of the government. The area where your bus company is located falls within the scope of this demolition plan. We'd like you to come to the Yingbin Road Street Office meeting room at four o'clock this afternoon to discuss the demolition matters..."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun couldn't help but smile. He's been waiting for more than half a month, and it's finally happening.

"May I ask if the demolition compensation plan has been finalized?"

The person on the other end replied with a smile: "Yes, the plan has been finalized. The compensation price for residential properties is 8,000 yuan per square meter, and for shops, it's 12,000 yuan per square meter."

Qi Yun grinned wider. Based on the 12,000, his two shops total over 600 square meters, allowing him to receive a compensation of 7.2 million yuan. After deducting the 4.9 million yuan cost, he would earn 2.3 million yuan by just lounging around.

2.3 million might not sound sensational on the internet, but the truth is, without the system, he could never earn this much just by delivering food and selling fried rice at a stall for a lifetime.

"Alright, I'll have someone else handle it on my behalf."

After responding with a sentence, Qi Yun hung up the phone and then called Zhong Rui, asking him to deal with this matter.

After giving instructions, he lit a cigarette, lay on the sofa, and began sorting through unread messages on his phone. Ever since he returned from the mountains yesterday, he had been on the move. His habit was not to look at his phone while traveling; otherwise, he would get motion sickness, so many messages had not been replied to.

"Boss, settled on Hong Kong Island, everything is alright." This message was from Ah Jiao.

"Brother Qi, last month's profit from the barbershop was eight thousand yuan. Here's your four thousand yuan dividend." This was from Little Blondie, along with a four thousand yuan transfer.

Earlier, Qi Yun invested fifty thousand yuan in opening a barbershop for the other party, agreeing to split the monthly profits with him.

He initially thought Little Blondie would have only a brief enthusiasm and might quickly go out of business, but unexpectedly, the guy really got into it.

After receiving the money, Qi Yun replied, "That's good, keep up the good work. Once you give me back fifty thousand yuan, you won't need to share the dividends; the barbershop will be all yours."

After replying, he continued dealing with other messages until he saw a message from the Spanish historian, Ignacio, and suddenly smacked his forehead.

He had previously promised to quickly find the other half of the coordinates and hand them over, but with so many things happening afterward, he had forgotten about it.

"Qi Yun, any progress on your side?"

After a bit of thought, Qi Yun replied, "Sorry, Mr. Ignacio, I recently made a trip to Changbai Mountain and just saw your message. The other half of the numbers has been found. I'll send them to you shortly."

After sending the message, Qi Yun picked up a pen and paper from the table, found the picture he had taken earlier in his phone album, copied the latter half of the numbers, and then took a photo and sent it to Ignacio.

Not long after, Ignacio called, sounding very excited, stating that he would quickly help Qi Yun decipher the coordinates.

After expressing his gratitude, Qi Yun ended the call with Ignacio.

"Whew~"

"Perhaps it's time to begin preparations for going abroad. Once Ignacio unravels the coordinates, it will be necessary to set off quickly; delay might cause changes..."

After extinguishing the cigarette butt in the ashtray, he stood up and went to the door, knocking on Chen Wei's room across the way.

Chen Wei quickly opened the door. Once inside, Qi Yun sat down and said straight out, "Brother Wei, I'll be considering a trip abroad soon, possibly to a certain sea area, to search for something."

"Do you think you need to find a couple more helpers?"

Chen Wei did not answer immediately. After a moment of contemplation, he asked, "Is the thing you're looking for quite valuable?"

Qi Yun nodded. He trusted Chen Wei greatly, so he did not choose to hide: "Most likely gold, silver, and jewels of considerable value."

Chen Wei's brow slightly furrowed upon hearing this: "If that's the case, you'll need to find very reliable people. The only person I can trust completely is Gao Min; I don't have confidence in others."

Qi Yun nodded slightly, took a bottle of mineral water from the table, unscrewed it, and took a sip, then said, "Didn't you mention previously that the big guy has pretty good skills? What do you think about him?"

Though their interaction was not extensive, given what Ah Jiao and the three of them had accomplished, they seemed trustworthy, so he planned to bring all three along this time.

Ah Jiao and Ah Jie were smart enough, and the big guy had good skills, so they might be helpful.

Upon hearing this, Chen Wei thought for a moment and then nodded: "That guy has a good foundation. I'll train him when we get back and find an opportunity to teach him how to use firearms; it should work."

"Alright, let's settle it this way. Once we finish things here, we can head back."

...

The next day, Qi Yun finally received a call from Mr. Tong, asking him to go to the quadrangle courtyard as Fu Family's people would be coming soon.

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun perked up, promptly tidying himself up before heading out with Chen Wei.

When they arrived at the quadrangle courtyard, they saw two black Maybachs parked by the roadside, with two muscular men in suits standing by the door, clearly bodyguards or something similar.

Inside the courtyard, Mr. Tong sat by the stone table, across from him was a dignified-looking middle-aged man of about forty-plus, with an attendant standing behind him.