Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System Chapter 154 - 129: Man of Society (Triple Combo) (Part 4)

"If he plans to leave Jiang Province, you call . If you can’t reach , find a way to stall him for ."

After a mont of contemplation, Hong Weize responded, "No problem, I’ll handle this for you."

"Alright, thanks. Let know how much it costs, and I’ll treat you to drinks when I return," Qi Yun said with a smile.

"..."

After hanging up, he exhaled a long puff of smoke and muttered, "Hope you won’t disappoint ."

...

After dealing with the matters here, Qi Yun went to the office. Zhong Rui had already purchased everything and had placed them in the adjacent empty room.

Seeing him enter, Zhong Rui quickly ca over. "Boss, I’ve bought everything. Here are the receipts, and I’ve transferred the leftover money to your WeChat."

Qi Yun glanced at the receipts. These items weren’t cheap; they cost over eighteen thousand in total.

"Alright, well done. Just like last ti, the bonus for this business trip is ten thousand yuan."

Hearing this, Zhong Rui’s eyes lit up with delight. "Thank you, boss! You’re generous!"

He bead with a smile, cherishing the job even more.

Reflecting on the days just after his release from prison, he couldn’t even land a security job due to his record, or so bosses wanted him to return to his old ways.

Now working under such a generous and trusting boss was indeed his blessing.

"Alright," Qi Yun patted his shoulder and continued, "Later, rent a van and load everything into it. We’re leaving tomorrow."

"Got it, boss." Zhong Rui quickly replied.

"Okay, I’ll head out now. I’ll call you tomorrow." With that, Qi Yun waved and prepared to get in his car.

Zhong Rui slapped his forehead as if he rembered sothing and quickly followed. "Oh, boss, the jersey you had put online has been sold. The buyer has deposited fifty thousand yuan into your account. Rember to check it."

Qi Yun paused, took out his phone, and indeed saw a fifty thousand yuan credit.

He almost forgot about this. Who’d have thought that Real Madrid’s number 7 could actually sell?

...

Upon returning ho, estimating that his daughter would soon be back from school, Qi Yun headed into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

By the ti Zhao Qing returned with the little girl, the table was already filled with dishes for the two of them to enjoy.

"Oh, back so early today," Zhao Qing said, setting down her bag and looking at Qi Yun with surprise.

Qi Yun ca up to her, helping his daughter take off her backpack, replying, "Nothing much today, so I ca back early. Go wash up and let’s eat."

Zhao Qing took the little girl to wash their hands and soon returned to the table.

The little girl eagerly picked up chopsticks, grabbed a lotus root slice, and happily said, "Dad’s food is so good!"

Qi Yun teased her nose with a smile, "Didn’t you say last ti that Xiao Qing’s cooking was better than mine?"

The little girl blinked, tilted her head thinking, then hugged Qi Yun’s neck playfully, "Daddy’s cooking is good too!"

Zhao Qing, watching from the side, couldn’t help but laugh, "Nuannuan, finish eating first. After you’re done with vocabulary, I’ll play gas with you."

The little girl’s eyes lit up instantly, "Okay!"

After dinner, Qi Yun cleaned up the kitchen before joining Zhao Qing on the couch, putting his arm around her as she read.

"I need to tell you sothing. I have to go out of town tomorrow, probably for five or six days."

Zhao Qing paused, putting down her book, and turned to Qi Yun, "So sudden? Where are you going, and why for so long?"

Qi Yun hesitated slightly, not wanting to worry her. He decided to conceal the desert trip and vaguely said, "Just so business matters. The location is quite remote, and the signal might be bad. If I don’t respond promptly, don’t worry."

Zhao Qing furrowed her brows slightly, raising her hand to touch his face, "Alright, just be safe. If anything happens, call imdiately."

Qi Yun smiled, holding her hand and nodding, "Don’t worry, I’ll be careful. Take care of yourselves at ho too."

"If there’s an urgent matter and you can’t reach , call Lao Feng or Brother Peng. I’ll send you their numbers later."

"Okay," Zhao Qing replied softly, closing her book and leaning into his embrace.

That night, after Zhao Qing and their daughter fell asleep, Qi Yun glanced at his phone and suddenly rembered another piece of information about a dropout from Fuda University.

Thinking it was a bit late to call, he opened WeChat to try searching the person’s phone number, adding them as a friend.

Unexpectedly, the friend request was quickly accepted.

"Hi, I heard you’ve developed a ga and you’re looking for investors?" Qi Yun typed.

Elsewhere, in a dim, cramped rental room, a young boy around eighteen or nineteen typed quickly on a keyboard.

"Yes, did you see my forum post? My ga is in the testing phase and will soon be ready for release."

Qi Yun paused, not denying it, and continued, "How much investnt are you looking for? Also, can I see what your ga looks like?"

He quickly received an installation file from the other side. If it weren’t for the information he had, he wouldn’t dare to open sothing like this.

"I need about fifty thousand yuan to purchase servers and bandwidth. My ga is very fun and perfect for commuters to kill ti. You can try it out."

Qi Yun clicked on the installation file, and soon an icon for a ga called "Defense of Azeroth" appeared on his phone screen.

The ga loaded slowly, revealing a realistic dieval fantasy scene.

There were several options on the screen, allowing players to choose different factions and allocate card characters based on them, each with its own unique skills.

The ga was quite easy to pick up. Qi Yun followed the prompts once and knew how to play.

It felt similar to the card gas available on the market, with the difference being additional World of Warcraft elents, and a greater variety of card combinations, making it quite entertaining.

As the person described, a ga round lasted about twenty minutes, perfect for playing during commutes.

Qi Yun played on the couch until he fell asleep.

anwhile, in the dim room, the boy continued typing code, occasionally checking his WeChat ssages.

As the clock ticked past 3 AM, he still hadn’t received a response from earlier, leaving a bitter smile on his lips.

"Could it be that my ga really is just a pile of crap..."