Over the course of one meal, Du Fei shared many insights about mining, which greatly benefited Qi Yun. He had already decided to buy Lao Xu’s mine.
After all, an annual pure profit of 1.8 million is quite considerable. Next, he was just waiting for the other party to approach Du Fei to negotiate the price.
Additionally, Du Fei mentioned that the mine’s location is rather remote, along with a few nearby mining areas, and there’s only one road in and out for transportation. It seemed there were some tricks involved...
After dinner, when they returned home, it was already past ten. The little girl was dozing off in the car.
After some hardworking effort, Zhao Qing was also tired, leaning on Qi Yun’s shoulder with her breathing gradually becoming even.
Qi Yun took a moment to rest, then summoned the light screen to check today’s intel.
[Today’s Intel 1 (Red): After last night’s dinner, Zhao Qing has a clearer understanding of your earning capabilities and is increasingly admiring you from the bottom of her heart.]
[Today’s Intel 2 (Blue): Yesterday, a large-scale outbreak of flu epidemic occurred in multiple places across Southeast Asia, causing major pharmaceutical companies to temporarily increase their procurement of Tufuling, leading to a shortage in the market supply. Domestic imports were also compelled to reduce, and prices are expected to soar in the short term.]
"Blue intel! Tufuling?"
Upon reading the intel content clearly, Qi Yun immediately picked up his phone and searched online.
After some research, he came to understand that Tufuling is an herbal medicine with detoxifying and dehumidifying effects, mainly produced in Vietnam, Laos, and other places. Although it’s also grown in the central and western regions of China, the overall output can’t meet the demand and it still relies heavily on imports.
After understanding its usage, he started researching the Southeast Asia flu epidemic, which indeed was very severe, with a wide impact. The medicine used to treat this flu included Tufuling in its ingredients.
"If you could stockpile some before the price increases domestically, you should make a big profit."
"But where to purchase this medicine is the problem..."
[Today’s Intel 3 (Red): Wang Fei has been pressured by her family into marriage and is currently drinking alone at MUS Bar. Half an hour ago, she was targeted by a young man with ill intentions, intending to use methods to take her away.]
Seeing the third piece of intel, Qi Yun sighed inwardly, this crazy woman...
He looked at Zhao Qing in his arms and saw she seemed to be asleep. So he carefully moved her aside, then quietly got out of bed and dressed.
As he was dressed and opening the bedroom door, suddenly a voice came from behind. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱
"Why are you getting dressed so late?"
Qi Yun’s heart skipped a beat. He turned around and saw Zhao Qing was staring at him intensely.
He quickly put on a smile, a trace of subtle panic flashing in his eyes, rapidly organizing his words in his mind.
"Did I wake you? A friend has encountered some urgent trouble, I’m going to check on it."
Zhao Qing sat up, an expression of suspicion on her face: "What kind of urgent trouble could there be at this hour? You’re not lying to me, are you?"
"Why should I lie to you? You go back to sleep, I promise I’ll be back soon, alright?" Qi Yun said, gritting his teeth.
Seeing him say it like that, Zhao Qing didn’t probe further, nodding: "Alright then, be careful."
Qi Yun responded, finally leaving the bedroom, putting on his coat, and taking the car keys to head out.
After closing the door, he heaved a long sigh.
Is this what’s called a woman’s sixth sense?
No time to think much about it, he quickly walked to the parking lot, got into the car, and raced towards the bar.
Twenty minutes later, Qi Yun arrived at the bar’s entrance.
Upon stepping into the hallway, he heard the loud music coming from inside the bar.
Inside the bar, lights flashed, smoke lingered, a sexy female DJ in black stockings twisted her alluring body on stage, provoking continuous screams from the crowd.
Qi Yun never liked coming to such places before. It was too noisy, making his head ache.
He squeezed into the crowd, urgently searching all around. Finally, he spotted Wang Fei in a dark booth.
At this moment, her face was flushed, her eyes blurry, and the table in front of her was covered with empty bottles, indicating she drank a lot.
Beside her stood a stylish young man. Just looking at his hairstyle, it was clear he wasn’t a good person.
The young man held a bottle of wine and whispered something into Wang Fei’s ear.
Wang Fei frowned slightly and moved her body sideways, seeming to want to distance herself from the young man.
But the young man seemed unwilling to give up, turning to grab two empty glasses from the table.
Taking advantage of Wang Fei’s obstructed view moment, he swiftly poured white powder into one of the glasses, then casually continued to pour wine, skillfully. Without careful observation, it was impossible to notice.
Qi Yun observed everything, silently walking forward.
The young man’s eyes revealed a slyness as he handed the glass to Wang Fei, saying eagerly: "Beauty, how about one drink together? After we drink, I’ll leave immediately, alright?"
Wang Fei glanced at him coldly and sneered: "You think you’re fit to drink with me?"
"What do you mean? Looking down on me? You can’t even give me this small face?" The young man still wouldn’t give up, continuing to pester.
Wang Fei showed a look of disgust, raising her voice: "I said I won’t drink, don’t you understand? Get out of here!"
Hearing this, the young man’s eyes flashed with a hint of malice, his tone unfriendly: "I’m kindly inviting you for a drink, yet you have this attitude. That’s too rude, isn’t it?"
As he spoke, he tried to force the drink into Wang Fei’s hand.
At that moment, a large hand suddenly reached over, grabbing the young man’s glass forcefully and smashing it onto the ground.