Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System Chapter 441 - 278: Thousand-Year-Old Ginseng and the Deal (T

The initial cost for that batch was five million, and including transportation and other expenses, it shouldn’t exceed six million. Yet this guy isn’t satisfied with nearly a 20% profit, seems he’s really gotten greedy recently...

"Is that so?" Qi Yun thought for a mont, then asked, "If I send you three thousand tons, can you sell it all?"

"Three thousand tons!?" ndeleyev was taken aback; that’s quite a number, and the entire Tuva market can’t digest that much in a short ti.

"Yes, three thousand tons. My friend’s textile factory hasn’t been doing well lately. If there’s a market on your side, I’d like to help him clear so orders," Qi Yun briefly explained.

After a few seconds of silence, ndeleyev replied slowly, "I can reach out to Nokovic and have him help sell it to the military industries of the Russians. The frontlines still consu a lot of these strategic materials."

"It’s just that... the profits might not be very high."

Qi Yun’s eyes lit up at this. The war over in Russia shows no signs of ending, indeed a stable channel.

"Lower profits are fine. With raw material prices high now, establish the channel first. We can consider the profits once prices drop."

Hearing this, ndeleyev hesitated no more: "Alright, send the goods over; leave the operation here to ."

"Sure, I’ll have Xie ngng contact you later."

After ending the call, Qi Yun made another call to Brother Peng, securing his support before tucking away his phone and returning to Manager Sun’s office.

"You took quite a long ti in the bathroom; is that part not working well?" Manager Sun awkwardly joked.

Qi Yun didn’t respond to the joke, as the strong never need to prove themselves. He sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said, "Recently, I and a friend started a trading company, flipping so goods to the Russians."

"I can’t help you much, so I’ll order three thousand tons of cotton textile from your factory, the sa as last ti."

Upon hearing this, Manager Sun’s eyes widened like a bell, staring at Qi Yun speechlessly for a long ti.

After several seconds, he suddenly grasped Qi Yun’s arm, his voice trembling: "How much did you say? Th-three thousand tons!?"

Qi Yun nodded, appearing calm and composed: "Yes, if the channel there can be established, we can consider long-term cooperation."

Confirming that Qi Yun wasn’t joking, Manager Sun swallowed hard: "It’s not that I don’t trust you, but three... three thousand tons would cost several tens of millions..."

Qi Yun smiled nonchalantly: "I can transfer the paynt to you first. I’m not pressing on price, so you can keep the necessary profit."

Hearing this, Manager Sun firmly grasped Qi Yun’s hand, his eyes red with emotion.

On one hand, he marveled at Qi Yun’s strength gained in just a few months; on the other hand, he was moved, knowing Qi Yun made the decision purely to help him.

This is beyond business, it’s basically charity...

"Th... thank you!" Manager Sun choked with emotion as he expressed his gratitude.

Qi Yun pulled his hand free, jokingly saying, "Thank if you will, but why are you holding my hand so tightly?"

Realizing he got a bit too emotional, Manager Sun awkwardly chuckled.

Glancing at his watch, Qi Yun then stood up to leave: "I have sothing to attend to shortly, so I won’t stay long. My company’s business manager will co over to sign the contract with you later today, and the paynt will be transferred today."

Manager Sun hurriedly got up to see him off, almost stumbling: "Okay, okay, let see you out."

Qi Yun patted his arm, sincerely saying, "No need to see off. Take care of your business and treat to a al after you get through this."

Manager Sun didn’t insist further, nodding earnestly, his eyes moist with tears.

After leaving the textile factory, Qi Yun got into his car, and his phone rang as soon as he sat down. He took out his phone to see a call from a Beijing number.

"Hello, is this Mr. Qi Yun?"

"Yes, this is Qi Yun."

"Hello, Mr. Qi. I’m Xiao Han, the liaison officer for Director Xiao of the National Cultural Heritage Administration. You can call Xiao Han." The girl’s voice on the other end was gentle and crisp, very pleasant.

Upon hearing the words "National Cultural Heritage Administration," Qi Yun’s deanor turned cautious: "Hello, Secretary Xiao Han."

"Mr. Qi, it’s like this. I’m calling to invite you to co to the National Cultural Heritage Administration at 6 PM tomorrow night. Are you available? Director Xiao would like to et you."

"Absolutely!" Qi Yun replied without hesitation. Finally, after such a long wait, there’s news. "Please tell Director Xiao that I will be there on ti."

The National Cultural Heritage Administration reaching out must an that there’s been a developnt from Northern Mongolia.

"Alright, please call when you arrive, and I’ll et you at the entrance," Xiao Han kindly offered.

"Sure, thank you."

After hanging up, Qi Yun gazed out of the window, lost in thought.

At 6 PM, it would be past office hours in Beijing...

...

Elsewhere, Nima was driving his rundown van, struggling along the road toward West Mountain Cetery.

With the highest temperature reaching 38 degrees today, Nima appeared as if he were sitting in confinent. Not only did his car lack air conditioning, but he was also wearing a long-sleeved black jacket, sweat streaming down his face, soaking the cigarette in his mouth.

The van wobbled as it traversed a section of dirt road, finally pulling into the parking lot at West Mountain Cetery.

Nima pushed open the door, avoiding the surveillance at the entrance, and walked towards a hill on the left.

About ten minutes later, a comrcial vehicle and a BMW 5 series also arrived in the parking lot, with Qi Yun and Shi Feng stepping out of the comrcial vehicle alongside a middle-aged man in his forties.