Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 242 - 184: Eight Million Really Is Its Bottom Line (Three-in-One)

Chapter 242: Chapter 184: Eight Million Really Is Its Bottom Line (Three-in-One)

There are many cobwebs hanging on the beams, with sunlight faintly streaming through the gaps.

"Rehman!"

"Rehman!"

With the man’s two calls, an eight or nine-year-old boy ran out from the inner room.

The boy had big eyes, his eyelashes fluttering, and he stared curiously at Qi Yun.

The man pointed at Qi Yun, and then said a few words in Uighur to the boy, who nodded and timidly looked at Qi Yun, and in somewhat awkward Chinese asked, "Uncle, my dad asks if you repair houses?"

Qi Yun flashed a kind smile, nodded, and replied, "Yes, we’re from the neighboring village, repairing houses for people. We saw bricks and sand at your door and wondered if your house needs repairs."

He was worried they wouldn’t understand, so he deliberately slowed down his speech.

After listening, the boy blinked and then turned to translate for his father.

After hearing the boy’s translation, the man nodded and said a few words in Uighur.

The boy turned back to Qi Yun and said, "Uncle, my dad says he wants to find someone to repair the house and asks how much you charge."

Instead of answering immediately, Qi Yun asked, "What’s your dad’s name, little friend?"

The boy’s eyes sparkled, and he crisply replied, "My dad’s name is Abula."

After speaking, he tilted his head, his face showing an expectant expression, seeming to wait for Qi Yun’s answer regarding the house repair price.

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun felt a surge of joy but maintained a gentle smile outwardly, "Little friend, we need to know how many rooms your house wants to repair and the size of the area to estimate the cost. Do you understand what I mean?"

The boy seemed to partly understand, nodding, and turned to speak a few words to Abula in Uighur.

After listening, Abula pointed around the house with his finger, speaking a string of Uighur, seemingly detailing the areas needing repair.

The boy turned to Qi Yun and said, "Uncle, my house has three rooms, all needing repair, and my dad also wants to build a new kitchen."

Qi Yun listened, nodding while pretending to think for a moment, then said, "There are two workers outside the yard with me, can I let them come in?"

The boy translated Qi Yun’s words to Abula, who patted the boy’s head, and the little guy quickly ran outside and called Shi Feng and Liu Meng inside.

"My dad says to take you to see the house that needs repairing," the boy said, pointing to some houses opposite.

"Okay." Qi Yun nodded in response and then walked while whispering to Shi Feng, "There’s a chair in these rooms worth over eight million, your task is to find it."

Shi Feng was taken aback, then pouted, "Are you kidding me?"

Qi Yun cast an annoyed glance at him, "I’m serious."

Shi Feng stared at Qi Yun, seeing his serious expression, immediately realizing he wasn’t joking.

His face instantly filled with shock, his eyes wide open, mouth opening without words.

Qi Yun patted his shoulder, continued, "I’m here for that chair, so whether this trip is worthwhile depends on your performance."

After speaking, he quickened his pace and went to Liu Meng’s side, "Meng, later calculate how much it will cost him to repair these houses. I see materials piled at his door, so just calculate the labor costs."

"Quote him the lowest price."

Liu Meng nodded, accustomed to working on construction sites, repairing houses was second nature.

The three followed the boy to the opposite house, Abula opened the door, and a mix of musty and dusty air hit them.

The room was dimly lit, with only a small wooden window letting in some light, barely revealing the piled-up clutter in the corner.

"My dad says to turn this room into a kitchen," Abula gabbed a bit, and the boy translated.

Liu Meng nodded, replied, "No problem."

Behind them, Shi Feng scanned the surroundings, searching for that eight-million-dollar chair.

After Abula stated a few requirements, they moved to the next room.

This room was tidier, with blankets spread on the floor and many sun-dried raisins on them.

Entering, Shi Feng’s gaze was instantly drawn to a corner where several chairs held dustpans.

He naturally walked over, eyes on one chair, unobtrusively examining it.

Qi Yun noticed his subtle actions, and once Abula finished explaining the room’s requirements, he quickly asked the boy to lead them to the next room.

After the others left, Shi Feng hurriedly squatted down, removed his gloves, and his fingers explored the ancient-styled chair.

He repeatedly made clicking sounds.

Minutes later, he returned to Qi Yun’s side, whispering so only the two could hear, "Golden silk nanmu! At least a hundred years old! Maybe even older!"

Despite trying to stay calm, he couldn’t hide the excitement in his voice.

Qi Yun, while internally thrilled, kept a composed exterior, merely nodding silently.

After Liu Meng learned all Abula’s requirements, he turned to Qi Yun and said, "For skilled labor, it’s 480 a day, and unskilled labor is 260. This job would cost at least twenty thousand at regular rates."

Qi Yun nodded, noting the family’s modest means, reliant on homegrown grapes and selling chickens and sheep for income, likely earning less than twenty thousand a year.