Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 509 - 324: The Big Boss’s Gratitude

Qi Yun smacked his lips after hearing this. He really did overlook this point and didn’t see through Salaman, with those thick eyebrows and big eyes, as a cunning person.

Although the Oil Country is immensely wealthy, if the project really fails, those agreed-upon conditions would indeed become empty talk.

"But he’s not entirely without sincerity," Fu Wentao flicked the cigarette ash and continued, "At least he’s increasing our crude oil supply and lowering prices, which are tangible benefits."

"And the new oil field in Rub al Khali, I’ve heard people mention it. That area has indeed discovered conventional oil reserves, although the exact numbers haven’t been disclosed, this isn’t something you can fake."

"I’ll find an opportunity to communicate with the higher-ups. Once things are settled, you can count the oil field as a share for you, kid."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun’s heart was immediately filled with joy. That was a project worth billions of USD; even a small portion was enough for him.

But despite the joy in his heart, he maintained a composed demeanor. Now that his position was gradually rising, he had to get used to that feeling of being unfazed.

"Second Brother Fu, you’re making me a bit embarrassed..."

...

Late at night, Qi Yun lay in bed, just having finished a video call with his daughter and Zhao Qing, when he received another message from Fu Wentao.

The content was simple, just five words: "The old man has passed."

Qi Yun’s hand holding the phone suddenly stiffened, and the joy on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an indescribable emotion in his heart.

He still remembered his first visit to Beijing. Due to Mr. Chen’s connections, the other party genuinely cared for him like a junior, not only helping to repair that Golden Rattan Chair but also introducing him to Fu Wentao.

The support from the latter needs no further mention.

So he always remained grateful to Mr. Tong. It’s just a pity that there would be no chance to repay him in the future...

The next day, Qi Yun got up early and tidied himself up. His hair had grown a bit long lately, so he specifically hired Tony to give him a hairstyle fit for someone worth two billion.

After all, he was about to meet someone important and needed to pay attention to his appearance.

After breakfast, Fu Wentao sent a driver to pick him up. The car drove straight to the grand courtyard in West District, where Qi Yun then transferred to Fu Wentao’s car.

This visit was different from the last. Fu Wentao rolled down the window, showed some credentials, and after a phone verification at the guard booth, they were let through directly, without the previous complicated security checks. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

This is the kind of authenticity that top-profile figures have—not something held up by pomp and circumstance.

After the car entered the parking lot, a middle-aged secretary was already waiting. As soon as Qi Yun and the others got out, the secretary approached.

"Mr. Fu, the leader has reserved fifty minutes for the meeting. The leader has an important meeting at ten."

Fu Wentao nodded: "Good, that’s plenty of time."

The secretary bowed slightly, gestured for them to proceed, and guided them steadily towards the small building: "Let’s go through the side hall to save time."

Qi Yun followed quietly, not gazing around. Since it was a workday, the building was populated with many staff members.

The secretary led them to the sixth floor, and upon entering a large suite, stopped before a dark brown wooden door.

He knocked lightly three times, and a deep voice immediately responded from inside.

"Come in!"

The secretary opened the door, gestured for Fu Wentao and Qi Yun to enter, and then quickly followed them to prepare tea in the reception area.

In the center of the bright office was an oval redwood table. Behind it sat an elderly man in a dark Zhongshan suit, with neatly combed gray-white hair, perusing a file with a blue cover.

It was the same person who awarded Qi Yun the medal last time.

Opposite the desk were two chairs, clearly reserved for them.

"Leader." Fu Wentao bowed slightly and greeted.

The elder looked up and gestured for them to sit: "You’re here, have a seat, and wait for me for a few minutes while I finish this document."

"Alright." Fu Wentao nodded and sat on the chair to the right, while Qi Yun gently took the seat beside him.

This time he wasn’t as timid as before, sitting firmly in the chair.

After the secretary brought the tea, he left and closed the door, leaving the office quiet, with only the sound of papers being turned and the ticking of the wall clock.

After waiting for three or four minutes, the elder finally put the document aside and looked at the two of them.

"Hehe, Wentao, those dark circles under your eyes suggest you haven’t rested well last night?" the elder asked casually.

This remark made it clear that their relationship was very close.

Logically, it had to be; otherwise, the lithography machine matter wouldn’t have been entrusted to Fu Wentao.

And the fact that Fu Wentao arranged a meeting overnight confirms it as well.

Fu Wentao smiled wryly and didn’t explain further: "Yes, I handled some matters last night."

The elder nodded slightly, shifting his gaze to Qi Yun, and smiled: "Comrade Xiao Qi, I didn’t expect us to meet again so soon."

"When we parted last time, I said that I hoped you’d bring me good news the next time we met."

"And you’ve certainly lived up to expectations."

Qi Yun was startled internally. The elder’s words clearly indicated he knew some of the developments; it seemed that Fu Wentao had credited the achievements to him...

No time to think further, he quickly sat up straight and responded respectfully: "Report to the leader, I just did what was within my capabilities."

The elder waved his hand warmly: "It’s not a formal occasion, no need to be so formal."

Qi Yun nodded with a smile, relaxing his body slightly.

"Let’s discuss the situation, has the equipment been verified?" the elder asked Fu Wentao.

"Yes, I invited three experts from the Chinese Academy of Sciences. The preliminary conclusion is that the equipment is indeed ASML’s latest EUV lithography machine model."

"Further confirmation requires engineers from T Semiconductor to assemble the equipment."

"Qi Yun has already contacted Wei Zhe, and their discreetly arranged team will arrive tomorrow," Fu Wentao reported in detail.

The elder nodded slightly, looking back at Qi Yun: "You negotiated for a total of five units, correct?"

Qi Yun nodded: "Yes, Leader, a total of five units, all the latest models, will be delivered within two months."

"That should be enough to distribute," the elder clenched his fist and sighed, "I hope these five machines can significantly advance our research progress."

"Over the years, old M has been holding us back in high-end lithography machines, impacting our automotive, industrial, and even aerospace specialty chips."

"Xiao Qi, you’ve opened a door for our chip industry this time."

"I need to formally thank you, and express our gratitude for your efforts."