Thirty million in cash!
Qi Yun gasped upon seeing this piece of intelligence.
Who the real owner of this estate is, he could guess with his eyes closed...
Only that person could have such an appetite to swallow thirty million.
Such a large sum would be hard for anyone to resist...
But Qi Yun knew very well that he couldn’t covet this money, otherwise he’d bring disaster upon himself.
However, although he couldn’t think about the money, this information was still very valuable to him. If used properly, it might become the fuse to blow the enemy’s cover...
[Today’s Intelligence 3 (Red): Yesterday, Peng Fei had contact with a clothing merchant from India, who is also a spy for the Indian government.
The true purpose of this trip is to meet with another local operative, who was involved in the military’s development of drone navigation technology. Their meeting is set for tonight, location TBD]
"A spy?"
Walking gold mine?
Qi Yun widened his eyes in disbelief.
He had only seen this kind of scenario in movies; he never thought it would happen in real life.
"But how does this involve Brother Peng..." Qi Yun mumbled as he put down his chopsticks.
He was certain Brother Peng was unaware, but once the word "spy" was involved, the authorities would take it very seriously, and a thorough investigation would be inevitable.
After thinking it over, he decided to meet Brother Peng first to get to the bottom of this.
...
In the garment factory office, Brother Peng was on a call. Seeing Qi Yun enter, his face showed surprise. He pointed to the sofa next to him, indicating for Qi Yun to take a seat.
Qi Yun nodded and sat on the sofa, pulling out a cigarette and waiting quietly.
A few minutes later, Brother Peng hung up the phone, stood up, and sat next to Qi Yun, raising an eyebrow, "Why are you here? Usually, I don’t see you more than twice a month."
Qi Yun grinned and handed him a cigarette, "Didn’t you say someone was coming in for an interview for the trade company manager position yesterday? I happened to be free today, so I came to check it out."
Brother Peng lit the cigarette and glanced at him, "Why don’t you handle that for me? I have to go out for a bit." He stood up as he spoke.
"Where are you going?" Qi Yun was slightly surprised, thinking that it would be difficult to get any information after he left.
Brother Peng put on his jacket and replied, "A foreign wholesaler we worked with before is here. There’s some inventory left at the factory; I’m going to negotiate a price to clear it all out and then sell the equipment."
Qi Yun felt a stir in his heart, just as he was thinking about how to find the right pretext to inquire, here it was served on a platter.
He stood up with a smile, casually placing a hand on Brother Peng’s shoulder, "Which country’s wholesaler? Can I go with you?"
"What would you do there?" Brother Peng turned his head in surprise, "You shouldn’t go. The person coming for the interview is quite skilled; make sure you handle that properly."
Qi Yun, hearing this, couldn’t insist and just nodded, "Alright, when will you be back?"
"At most an hour or two. If you have something to do, just leave after the interview; no need to wait for me." Brother Peng said, taking his briefcase and heading out.
Qi Yun watched him disappear, sat back on the sofa, furrowed his brow and lit another cigarette. After taking a deep puff, he took out his phone and called Chen Wei.
"Brother Wei, Brother Peng just left, can you tail him without letting him notice?"
On the other end of the call, Chen Wei’s cold face showed a hint of surprise. He looked up just in time to see Peng Fei coming out of the office building, quickly reclined his seat, and hid himself.
Qi Yun continued over the call, "He’s going to meet an Indian; see if you can find out what they’re talking about."
"Also, keep an eye on that Indian, see where he goes and who he meets, and hopefully capture it all."
Though confused, Chen Wei didn’t ask many questions and said, "If I leave, I can’t guarantee your safety."
"It’s fine, you go ahead." Qi Yun replied.
Not to mention, they probably didn’t know about his existence, and even if they did, they wouldn’t dare act recklessly in broad daylight.
Even Qiu Yuanshan’s "sudden heart attack" happened in the dead of night.
With the instruction given, Chen Wei didn’t hesitate. Watching Brother Peng’s car pull out of the factory, he started his own car and followed at a distance.
Qi Yun leaned back on the sofa, puffing smoke as he deliberated on the subsequent plan.
After a while, he heard knocking at the office door, then a chubby face peeked in.
"Hello, my name is Xie Mengmeng, here for the interview."
Qi Yun’s thoughts were interrupted. He turned his head, his eyes lingering on the round face for a moment, then snuffed out his cigarette, saying, "Come in, have a seat."
Xie Mengmeng stepped into the office, the thud of his footsteps resonating in the room.
He came to sit across from Qi Yun, cautiously lowering himself slowly.
Even with care, the sofa creaked under his weight.
Wiping the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief, Xie Mengmeng chuckled, "Sorry, there was some traffic on the way, keeping you waiting."
In fact, he wasn’t late; he arrived five minutes early.
Qi Yun snapped out of his surprise, realizing his earlier behavior might have been a bit impolite. He quickly smiled and waved it off as no issue, confirming again, "Your name is Xie Mengmeng?"