Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 442 - 278: Thousand-Year-Old Ginseng and the Deal (Triple Combo)_4

The middle-aged man was named Brother Jun. He was quite well-known locally, having influence in both the underworld and legitimate circles. Apart from acting as a middleman to facilitate transactions, he also occasionally mediated disputes, earning himself some respect.

In the nearby BMW, three people sat: besides Chen Wei, there was Eagle and Lao Bai as well.

Brother Jun raised his hand to block the scorching sun above, then pointed to the mountain on the left, saying, "The seller is on the hillside over there."

Qi Yun nodded, "Let’s go then."

As soon as the words fell, the group started walking toward the small path leading up the hill.

Brother Jun led the way in front, taking only a few steps before sweat started to trickle down his face from his forehead. Behind him followed two of his brought-along subordinates.

After about seven or eight minutes of walking, a man was standing under a pine tree halfway up the hill. It was Nima, who had arrived ahead of them.

Seeing Qi Yun’s group approach, he swallowed slightly, his gaze vigilant, scanning the few individuals.

Brother Jun took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his forehead and said to Qi Yun, "This is the seller."

"You two can talk on your own."

Qi Yun observed the somewhat odd-looking middle-aged man in front of him, feeling a bit suspicious internally.

The intelligence mentioned the other party was a theft gang, so why did only one person come?

Is he confident in himself? Or are his accomplices hiding elsewhere?

"What’s your surname, brother?"

Nima didn’t respond, staring at Qi Yun for two seconds, seemingly not wanting to say much.

Qi Yun wasn’t bothered, chuckled lightly, "Let’s see the goods."

Nima still remained silent, his left hand tucked into the pocket of a long sleeve jacket without moving, while his right hand extended, handing over a small cloth bag used for jewelry.

Standing beside Qi Yun, Chen Wei’s gaze sharpened, eyes fixed on Nima’s left hand hidden in the pocket.

Meanwhile, Eagle and Lao Bai, who had followed them up the mountain, were nowhere to be found.

Qi Yun signaled to Shi Feng, and the latter stepped forward two steps, took the bag, untied the string, and cautiously emptied its contents into his palm, revealing an entirely dark Nine-Eyed Celestial Pearl.

The pearl was shaped somewhat like a pen holder, oval in form, its surface covered with many white patterns, and there were nine white circles resembling eyeballs.

Shi Feng took out a magnifying glass from his pocket, staring at these patterns closely for a long time, and then rubbed them with his index and thumb, feeling the pearl’s texture.

"The patterns are natural, the patina is rich, it’s an antique." Shi Feng put down the magnifying glass, keeping the pearl steady in his palm, fearing a slight tremble might damage it.

After hearing this, Qi Yun turned to Brother Jun and smiled, "Brother Jun, it’s really hot. Go down the mountain and wait in the car."

Brother Jun glanced at Nima, nodded expressionlessly, and headed down the hill with his two subordinates.

Actually, logically speaking, a middleman should witness the entire process. Firstly, you need to know the transaction price between buyers and sellers to take a commission. More importantly, you must ensure the safety of both parties, prevent any chaos.

But Brother Jun clearly didn’t consider these, heading directly down without looking back. As for why, maybe only he and Qi Yun knew...

Nima wasn’t panicked by the situation, instead a cold smile appeared on his face.

With Brother Jun’s departure, the atmosphere suddenly became more murderous, as though the heat simmered down several degrees.

Qi Yun took out a cigarette and lit it, took a puff, then looked at Nima and asked, "How much do you want to sell this for?" 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Nima stared fearlessly at Qi Yun, his voice hoarse and firm, "Twenty million, only gold bars."

Note that the pearl was still in Shi Feng’s hand, yet he seemed not worried at all, even without asking for it back.

Qi Yun exhaled a ring of smoke and slowly shook his head, "I know how you got this thing, it’s unsavory, I can’t give you twenty million."

Nima’s eyelid twitched slightly, the gravity in his gaze flashed through fleetingly.

Yesterday after returning to the hotel, he deliberately checked the news on the theft of the pearl from the Tibetan Area, yet nothing was disclosed online. Then how did this guy in front of him know?

After pondering for a few seconds, he fixedly stared at Qi Yun and spoke, "How much are you willing to offer?"

Qi Yun pointed to a leather suitcase Chen Wei was carrying, speaking calmly, "Here is two hundred grand, take it and leave, making it as if I’ve never seen you."

"Or, there are two police cars parked down the hill. I can have them come up anytime."

"It’s your choice."