A 325-square-meter shop, 2.5 million, this price is probably only available in this district in the entire city.

Calculated, it's only eight thousand per square meter.

Qi Yun didn't agree immediately but pointed to the clothing store next door and asked, "Do you know the landlord of that place?"

The landlord, a bit puzzled, nodded and replied, "Yes, we're good friends, living in the same community."

"Is his shop for sale?" Qi Yun continued to ask.

"Huh? You want to buy his shop?" The landlord was stunned, thinking Qi Yun didn't want his place, and instantly became anxious, "Boss, let me tell you, my shop's location is better, and let me quietly tell you, his shop's feng shui is not that lucky!"

Qi Yun held back a smile at the corner of his mouth, thinking how these two are indeed good friends.

"No problem with 2.5 million, you sort out the tenants today, and tomorrow we'll complete the transfer, full payment."

The landlord, hearing he agreed to the 2.5 million price and even full payment, was immediately overjoyed and eagerly nodded and bowed, "Okay, boss! Don't worry, I'll definitely sort out the tenant's matter today, and ensure it won't delay the transfer tomorrow."

Qi Yun nodded slightly and continued, "Give me the phone number of the landlord next door; I plan to buy his shop too."

"A-also want?" The landlord was stunned, his face full of shock.

Qi Yun said calmly, "Is there a problem?"

"No, no problem." The landlord recovered and quickly shook his head, his smile even more ingratiating, "Boss, you are truly capable!"

"I'll inform him directly and get him to come over right away!"

Qi Yun glanced at him meaningfully, smacking his lips and said, "Just give me the number, I'll ask by myself, don't bother you."

As the landlord searched for the number on his phone, he nonchalantly waved, "What's the bother, I'll call him over right away."

"Don't worry, I know his shop's situation well, I'll help you negotiate, definitely won't let you overpay."

Once he found and dialed the number, placing the phone to his ear, he continued speaking to Qi Yun, "He'll owe me a foot massage later."

Qi Yun looked at him with a strange expression, then took out a cigarette and lit it.

Silently thinking, "You're the one who insisted on doing this, don't blame me later..."

A few minutes later, the second landlord logged on.

The guy originally asked for 2.45 million, but under the persuasion of the first landlord, finally agreed to sell to Qi Yun for 2.4 million.

After negotiating the deal, they went to a nearby real estate agency, and after signing the contracts, Qi Yun transferred deposits to both of them, entrusting the remaining transfer matters to the agency.

As he left in a car, he happened to see the second landlord with an arm around the first, walking towards a foot massage parlor next door, both faces full of joy, as if saying, 'Thanks to you, we finally sold the unwanted shop.'

The two shops combined were a total of 4.9 million, plus taxes, close to around five million.

Qi Yun currently had 2.33 million in his account, still short by a portion...

"Brother Wei, head to Antique Street."

...

Half an hour later, at Qiuyue Pavilion.

Shi Feng was leisurely sitting in the shop, savoring tea.

Seeing Qi Yun enter, he was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "A rare guest, Mr. Qi, what brings you here today?"

Qi Yun pulled out a chair and sat down, picked up the Yixing teapot on the table, and poured himself some tea while saying, "Mr. Qi is here to borrow money from you."

Shi Feng paused the bead he was playing with, his gaze intrigued as it fell on Qi Yun's face, seeing he wasn't joking, so he immediately replied, "How much do you need?"

Qi Yun took a sip of tea, then held up three fingers, "Three hundred."

Shi Feng nodded, said nothing more, and picked up his phone to make the transfer.

After transferring the money to Qi Yun's account in several transactions, he set the phone aside and said, "I've transferred it to you."

Throughout, he said nothing more, nor did he ask when it would be repaid.

Qi Yun acknowledged with a simple "Hmm," without saying thanks.

Over time, their relationship had evolved from an initial collaboration to real friendship.

Just like the last time Qi Yun went to Hong Kong, telling him to buy that 60,000 yuan jade rough stone at Jade Stall, Shi Feng didn't say thanks either—just sent a photo of the finished piece to him, saying his daughter really liked it.

"Here's a tip for you," Qi Yun lowered his voice, rubbing the teacup, "The old neighborhoods by Yingbin Road are soon to be demolished."

Shi Feng, hearing this, showed a hint of surprise, leaned forward, and asked, "When did this happen?"

Qi Yun glanced at him and said plainly, "The proposal just passed yesterday, you should still have time to get in on it."

"Wow~" Shi Feng exaggeratedly gaped, his eyes wide open, "Mr. Qi, are you mixing at such a high level now?"

Qi Yun chuckled, not responding to him.

"Did you buy?" Shi Feng continued to ask.

Qi Yun didn't hide it and answered truthfully, "I just bought two shops, five million."

After hearing that, Shi Feng frowned slightly, thought for a moment, then stood up and said, "I'll go check it out now, hitching a ride on your tip." Speaking, he grabbed his phone and car keys, "Got anything else to do? If not, maybe head back first?"

Qi Yun stared at him: "I just sat down, didn't even finish a cup of tea, and you're kicking me out?"

Shi Feng didn't listen to his complaints, taking two steps forward, picked up a can of tea from the table, shoved it into Qi Yun's hand, then dragged him outside, "Hurry up and go, it's all yours; drink it slowly back home."

...

After being rushed out of Shi Feng's shop, Qi Yun was just planning to head to the pharmaceutical factory to get some medicinal materials—those he had previously asked Cao Yufei to help find, and the other party had located them.

Just then, Brother Peng called in.

"Zhong Rui said you came to the office looking for me earlier? Got any instructions?"

Qi Yun chuckled and replied, "It's not convenient to talk over the phone; I'll tell you when we meet later."

Brother Peng nodded, continued to ask, "By the way, do you know anyone at the railway bureau?"

"Why the sudden question? Having trouble?" Qi Yun asked.

Brother Peng sighed on the other end, his tone carrying some helplessness, "Don't mention it, I went to the freight department this way; it was almost all negotiated, but someone came out of nowhere to spoil it."

"They've got a deputy director, saying our company isn't qualified enough and that container matters need to be pushed back."

"I asked around, and this guy is notoriously difficult to deal with in the circle, and he has quite the hand in power; except those few big senders, other small companies must check with him to get containers."

Qi Yun, hearing that, rubbed his chin.

He'd heard about it before while eating with freight people—during the slack season you're a big shot, order as many containers as you want, but hit the peak season and the roles reverse; some small orders, who knows when you'll get a container.

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