Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 201 - 160: 5.4 Million (Double-Length)

"Around thirty thousand yuan a month, depending on the target to be protected."

Qi Yun nodded, thought for a moment, and said, "Why don’t you stay with me instead of going back to Rongcheng? I’ll give you fifty thousand yuan a month, how about it?"

He genuinely "liked" the character of this person, someone who handled things appropriately, was steady, calm, and professional.

The most important point was what Liu Meng mentioned; this person was trustworthy.

If they later need to locate the shipwreck, they would definitely need a few reliable people of their own.

Chen Wei thought for a moment after hearing this, didn’t refuse, and just replied with one word: "Okay."

Qi Yun couldn’t help but feel delighted; perhaps a salary of fifty thousand yuan could find someone with better skills than Chen Wei, but you never know if someone might stab you in the back for profit.

So trustworthiness was the most crucial prerequisite for hiring a bodyguard.

At night, the plane landed slowly.

As soon as Qi Yun walked out of the airport, he saw Zhao Qing waving at him with their daughter at the exit.

"Daddy!" The little girl shouted, jumping up and down.

Qi Yun’s face showed a gentle smile, as if all the fatigue had suddenly dissipated.

He quickly walked towards the two of them, squatted down, and opened his arms to scoop his daughter into his embrace.

"Nuannuan, did you miss Daddy?"

The little girl hugged Qi Yun’s neck, snuggled closely, and answered crisply, "Daddy, I missed you a lot, and Sister Qing also missed you."

Qi Yun laughed heartily, stood up with his daughter in his arms and gave Zhao Qing a kiss on her face, making her blushing.

"There are people watching!" Zhao Qing gently complained, but her eyes were full of happiness.

Brother Peng pretended to turn his head, rubbed his chin, and muttered to himself, "I didn’t see anything."

Chen Wei maintained his serious appearance, but there was a hint of a smile in his eyes.

"This is Brother Wei, who will be working with me in the future."

"Brother Wei, this is my wife Zhao Qing, and our daughter Nuannuan," Qi Yun introduced them to each other.

Zhao Qing smiled and greeted Chen Wei and Brother Peng.

Chen Wei nodded slightly in response.

"Let’s go, let’s head out first."

In the parking lot, Chen Wei took the initiative to sit in the driver’s seat and start the car.

"Let’s drop Peng Ge off first," Qi Yun said while reporting the address.

Chen Wei nodded, took out his phone, and navigated the route.

Brother Peng sat in the front passenger seat, turned around, and asked, "I’ll go handle the registration for the trading company tomorrow. Still going halves with just us two brothers?"

"Sure," Qi Yun did not refuse, "But you need to mentally prepare yourself; I might not always have time to oversee things later, you’ll have to take on more responsibility."

Brother Peng nodded, "Yeah, I’ll reach out when I need you. If this works out, I won’t run the factory anymore. I’ll focus on this."

The current clothing industry was fiercely competitive, even with orders, his factory barely survived. Not losing money was already considered good.

Qi Yun agreed, "It’s time to find a new path; you can’t hang yourself on one tree."

...

Returning home, it was already past ten at night.

Qi Yun gently carried his sleeping daughter into the bedroom, covered her with a blanket, and quietly exited.

"I made rib and lotus root soup especially for you, give it a try," Zhao Qing brought a bowl of steaming soup from the kitchen and placed it on the dining table.

Qi Yun smiled as he hugged her from behind and whispered softly in her ear, "Did you miss me?"

Zhao Qing, feeling a bit shy, patted his hand and responded playfully, "You smell awful, quickly drink the soup and take a shower."

Qi Yun chuckled, let go, then casually sat at the table, picked up the bowl, and drank a big sip.

At the same time, he pulled out his phone to send a message to Mendeleyev.

Shortly after sending the message, Mendeleyev called back.

"Old Qi, was the trip smooth?"

Qi Yun swallowed the lotus root in his mouth, picked up the phone, and said, "Yeah, just got home."

"That’s good, I called to let you know that fertilizer in Tuva really increased by ten points this morning! I’ve already arranged for a friend to help manage your batch of goods."

"A total of five million four hundred thousand, all deposited into your account."

Qi Yun wasn’t too surprised by this news and replied with a smile, "Good, thank your friend for me."

"Yes, also about that item of yours, I contacted an auction house today; they’ve authenticated it. The auction house said it has at least twelve hundred years of history, more precious than anything previously found, and will be auctioned next week," Mendeleyev continued excitedly.

"How much can it be worth?" Qi Yun asked with curiosity.

Mendeleyev hesitated for a moment and answered, "It’s hard to say exactly how much it can sell for, but I think it won’t be less than fifty or sixty thousand USD."

Qi Yun was secretly shocked by this, not expecting that thing to be worth so much.

He had no religious beliefs and couldn’t comprehend the significance of the painting...

After hanging up the phone, Qi Yun turned his head and saw Zhao Qing squinting at him, her expression a bit strange.

"What’s up? Do I have flowers on my face?"

Zhao Qing shook her head and returned to her normal expression, "Nothing, I visited the new house today. It should be ready to move in by the end of the month."

"Really," Qi Yun took another sip of the soup and replied, "Once it’s ready, we’ll move in."

"Alright."

...

After several bouts of intimacy, Qi Yun held the already deeply asleep Zhao Qing and checked the latest intelligence.

[Current Intelligence Points: 3]

[Today’s Intelligence 1 (Red): A fierce power struggle is currently unfolding upstairs at the Bird Market, and Zhang Dayong, who is on the periphery of the vortex, is feeling somewhat anxious.]

[Today’s Intelligence 2 (Red): Qiu Jiahao’s home was burglarized last night, and he was unfortunately injured during the fight with the thief, currently receiving treatment at the Second People’s Hospital.]

Qi Yun looked at this intelligence content carefully, his gaze sharpening.

Previously, it was Qiu Yuanshan’s house that was burglarized, and now it’s Qiu Jiahao’s turn. Could it be that the other party is really targeting that item?

However, from the current situation, it seems the other party’s clues are not yet sufficient.

[Today’s Intelligence 3 (Red): Recently, there have been multiple cases of missing children across various regions. These are the work of a gang of human traffickers, and the gang is currently hiding in Xia Ping Village at the Bird Market, planning to lay low until the heat dies down before continuing their criminal activities.]

Human traffickers? Still in Xia Ping Village?

...

The next day, after breakfast, Qi Yun drove to a nearby pharmacy, pulling out a paper listing more than a dozen medicinal herbs.

"Could you please check if your store has these herbs?"

The pharmacy staff took the paper, examined the content closely, then adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, "Sir, most of these herbs are available here, but there are two or three kinds that are quite rare; I’ll need to check the back warehouse. Please wait a moment."

Qi Yun nodded, "Alright, please check for me. I’m not in a hurry, take your time."

The staff turned and entered the warehouse.

Qi Yun’s paper listed herbs from an Inner Canon of Huangdi prescription he obtained in Japan previously.

He had five more sheets in his car, each with different herbs written on it.

To be cautious, he didn’t buy all the herbs from one pharmacy. Considering the importance of the matter, who knew if there might be some hidden dragon drawing attention?

After waiting for a few minutes, the staff emerged from the warehouse, holding a small plastic bag and apologetically said, "Sir, sorry, even our warehouse doesn’t have two kinds of herbs. Could you consider substituting them?"

Qi Yun frowned slightly; he wasn’t sure if substituting herbs would have any effect and dared not take risks.

"No problem, if you don’t have them, that’s okay. Please get the rest of the herbs for me."

The staff nodded, quickly bundled up the other herbs, and handed them over: "Sir, these herbs total nine thousand three hundred yuan."

Qi Yun pulled out his phone to pay, took the herbs, and left the pharmacy, driving off to the next one.

"Sir, sorry, we don’t have the fifty-year wild ginseng you requested. Such items are difficult to find in a pharmacy."