Qi Yun’s heart stirred involuntarily; he had this idea last time, but he didn’t have enough money then.
"It’s worth a try..."
[Today’s Intelligence 3 (Red): Little Yellow Hair finds guarding the store too dull and wants to open his own barbershop. But he spent all the embezzled money on gifts for Wei Xiaoqin and Xiaofang, lacking startup funds]
To say the least, Little Yellow Hair is far worse than Old Wang in dealing with women.
This is getting further down the path of a simp...
Two hours later, Qi Yun arrived at Brother Peng’s garment factory office, ready to discuss buying Old Xu’s iron mine with him.
Brother Peng was sitting at his desk handling orders. Seeing Qi Yun come in, he put down his pen, smiled, and said, "Why did you think of coming here today?"
Qi Yun smiled, walked to the sofa, and sat down: "Came to see you and have a word."
Brother Peng got up and poured him a glass of water, then sat opposite him, looking at him with interest: "Oh, what’s the matter that can’t be said over the phone, requires a special trip? Go ahead, I’m listening."
Qi Yun took the water cup, drank a sip to moisten his throat, and then said, "I heard Old Xu is eager to sell that mine lately. I want to buy it, so I came to hear your advice."
Brother Peng was taken aback: "That mine must be four to five million, can you come up with that much money now?"
Qi Yun smiled: "Recently, I did a few businesses and gained a little, it shouldn’t be a problem to gather some."
"Hiss~" Brother Peng gave him an astonished look, "You’re really doing well, huh."
After speaking, he leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms over his chest, thought for a moment, and then said, "Old Xu’s mine has good returns, but it hasn’t been sold for so long, could there be something hidden?" Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱
Qi Yun thought for a moment and shook his head: "Mines aren’t easy to sell anyway, and I heard someone teamed up wanting to carve him up, offering him 3.5 million."
Brother Peng nodded after hearing this: "Looks like you’ve done your homework, huh?"
"I just heard some rumors," Qi Yun smiled, "Don’t you have a friend in this field? I want to ask you to have him help me evaluate if this deal is feasible."
"Old Xu is being pressured by loan sharks to the brink, I guess around 3.6-3.7 million should do."
Brother Peng pondered and nodded thoughtfully: "3.6-3.7 million, the price isn’t high."
"How about this, I’ll have my friend first reach out to Old Xu, check the mine’s situation, and once he gives feedback, you can make a decision."
"Mm, I mean this too." Qi Yun agreed.
"Alright, I’ll call him now to say this."
After finalizing things, Qi Yun didn’t stay long and drove straight to Quanji Hotel on Nanjing Road.
After parking at the entrance, he held a small gift box with dried fruits in his hand and stepped into the hotel lobby.
In front of room 401, Qi Yun took a deep breath, squeezed a smile, and pressed the doorbell.
Before long, the door slowly opened, revealing a face full of beard, blue eyes, white skin - a typical European face.
He looked at Qi Yun with confusion.
Qi Yun smiled, speaking in awkward English, "hello sir, I am..."
The bearded man waved his hand: "You can speak Chinese, I can understand."
Qi Yun was surprised, didn’t expect his Chinese to be quite standard, saving him a lot of trouble.
"Haha, hello sir, I’m the manager of the hotel’s guest room department, heard you’re a guest from faraway Spain, the hotel prepared this small gift, some local specialty dried fruits, as a welcome."
Ignacio’s face lit up with delight upon hearing: "Oh! Thank you so much, your hotel’s service is really attentive." With that, he reached out to take the small gift box and examined it.
"Haha, glad you’re satisfied." Saying this, Qi Yun paused, his face showing some awkwardness, and continued: "Moreover, Mr. Ignacio, personally I have a matter to consult you on, wondering if you have the time?"
Ignacio shrugged upon hearing this, fully opened the door, turned around and pointed behind him: "Sorry, we’re planning to stroll the street, if not urgent, can it wait till I return?"
Qi Yun followed his direction, seeing two boys around ten years preparing their backpacks.
He nodded promptly, gratefully: "Of course, thank you very much!"
"Mr. Ignacio, sorry to interrupt your family outing, I’m Qi Yun, you can call this number anytime once you’re back."
With that, Qi Yun pulled out a pre-prepared business card from his pocket and handed it to Ignacio.
Ignacio took the card, glanced at it, and nodded: "Okay, Mr. Qi, I’ll contact you upon return."
Qi Yun thanked again and then turned to leave.
Although unable to achieve his goal, at least he secured a meeting chance.
After exiting the hotel, seeing it’s still early, he planned to visit Old Feng about business facade matters, but got a call from Zhang Danfeng, requesting a meeting.
Qi Yun guessed the reason instantly, thus agreed to meet at the milk tea shop at Xinghe Bay entrance.
After hanging up, he drove to Xinghe Bay entrance’s milk tea shop and picked a window seat.
Before long, Zhang Danfeng hurriedly walked into the milk tea shop, spotted Qi Yun by the window at once, and walked quickly over.