Half an hour later, Qi Yun placed a brown paper bag containing one hundred thousand yuan on the table.

Old Ghost just squeezed the thickness of the paper bag without even looking at it and stuffed it directly into his heavy army coat.

"I'll contact you once the job is done." After leaving this message, he stood up and left.

Qi Yun wasn't bothered by this; in fact, he quite liked dealing with people like this.

About a quarter-hour later, Shi Feng hurriedly returned from outside.

Seeing him with a troubled expression, Qi Yun poured a cup of tea and handed it over, saying, "Is everything arranged?"

Shi Feng took the cup and drank it down in one gulp.

Mimicking a famous coach's manner, he blew on the few strands of hair he had left in front of his forehead: "Pfft~ I've got it sorted. Once everyone gathers, we'll go. This time, I must let those bastards see how powerful I am."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun couldn't help but frown.

It's not an exaggeration to say that daring to take on such a task is akin to having one's head on the chopping block; he was a bit worried that Shi Feng, in his anger, might escalate things.

So he pulled out a cigarette and handed it over, advising gently, "How about I find someone from the authorities to help you out? No need to get involved with those people, especially since you have a family."

Shi Feng took the cigarette, lit it, and took two deep puffs before slowly saying with a frown, "I understand what you mean, don't worry, I won't act rashly."

"But this time I have to go personally. If I don't recover from this, I won't be able to sleep soundly at night."

"That bastard dared to join forces with outsiders to mess with me. Clearly, they think I'm insignificant. If he gets caught, how can I hold him accountable?"

Seeing that Shi Feng had made up his mind, Qi Yun didn't persuade further: "Alright, as long as you know what you're doing. I have something to attend to, so I'll be heading off." With that, he stood up and left.

...

"Brother Wei, head to Construction Road..."

After getting into the car, Qi Yun checked the information about Dawn Technology Co., Ltd. on his phone, while instructing Chen Wei in the front.

He planned to first visit someone named Tao Ziming to see what the investment was about and also to get acquainted and understand the character of the person.

After all, when it comes to investments, while the project is important, the people involved are equally important. Ideally, there should be mutual recognition, if not complete alignment of values.

As the car drove further, Qi Yun turned to look at the window, finding that the road was becoming more deserted, with the highway visible nearby.

After driving for another ten minutes, they finally stopped in front of a somewhat dilapidated factory.

Qi Yun frowned at the two factory buildings, pondering how long they have been standing there, with a surprised look on his face.

If it weren't for the words "Dawn Technology" written at the entrance, he'd have doubted if he had come to the wrong place.

In his impression, domestic companies involved in the internet or high-tech materials were either in upscale office buildings or had their own office buildings.

It's quite rare to see companies like this working and researching in such rundown factories.

According to the information, Tao Ziming's company hasn't even produced a mature product, and now it's located in such a remote place. It seems investors would want to leave as soon as they arrived.

He now could somewhat understand why the company hadn't been able to secure funding all this while...

Qi Yun approached the guardroom's entrance, handed the old man a cigarette and said, "Sir, I'm looking for your boss, Tao Ziming."

The old man expertly accepted the cigarette, sniffed it under his nose, lit it and took two puffs, before smilingly asking, "What did you say?"

The smile deepened the wrinkles on his face until they almost clumped together.

Qi Yun thought the old man was a bit hard of hearing, so he leaned in closer and repeated, "I'm looking for your boss, Tao Ziming!"

The old man still seemed not to catch it, turned his ear, adjusted his dentures, and asked again, "What Ming?"

Qi Yun chuckled, patted the old man's shoulder, too lazy to repeat himself.

He walked through the door, looked around, and finally headed towards the two-story building on the right that appeared to be the office area.

Just as he reached the staircase, he heard fierce arguments coming from upstairs.

"Tao Ziming, stop being stubborn! The company is almost going under, and you're investing all the money into that project that's unlikely to succeed, isn't that pushing everyone into the fire pit?"

"Why don't we just re-brand Slater's battery? Isn't that what everyone does? Yet you insist on doing some damn research..." An angry voice yelled from upstairs.

"If I wanted to make that kind of money, I could've done it in the United States, there's no need to come back home." A deep voice responded.

"Fine, fine, you're so impressive! You have ideals! Play by yourself then, I'm not playing anymore, I'm pulling out my shares!"

"..."

This was followed by the sounds of furniture being moved, and then a man with a flushed face and messy hair stormed downstairs, filled with rage.

He glared fiercely at Qi Yun as he passed.

Qi Yun ignored him and walked upstairs.

In the office adjacent to the staircase, a glasses-wearing, weary-looking man sat at a desk, holding his forehead, appearing fatigued.

Upon hearing footsteps at the door, the man looked up, adjusted his glasses, and asked Qi Yun, "Do you need something?"

Qi Yun scanned the simple office, moved closer, pulled out a chair and sat down, glanced at the ashtray on the table, then took out a cigarette and lit it, offering one to the man.

"My name is Qi Yun. I've heard you're looking for financing?"

Tao Ziming looked at the cigarette offered by Qi Yun, slightly stunned, then his expression became somewhat excited, like finding a lifeline: "Yes! Yes! Mr. Qi, are you looking to invest in our company?"

Qi Yun exhaled a smoke ring, smiled noncommittally, "Don't rush to conclusions. I'm here just to understand the situation."

Upon hearing this, Tao Ziming quickly sat up straight, adjusted his glasses, "Mr. Qi, let me introduce the situation of our company. We mainly focus on high-tech material research and development. Currently, our primary project is developing a new type of battery material."

"Once successful, the battery's life will be several times longer, faster to charge, and at lower cost..."

Qi Yun didn't interrupt, listening quietly.

If what the other party claims is true, once this new battery material is successfully developed, even if it doesn't achieve mass production, merely with this breakthrough in technology, a unicorn company will be born immediately...

If that's the case, the intelligence level shouldn't just be blue, right?

He silently observed the man, flicked the cigarette ash, then tentatively asked, "Did you know Accountant Jia in the United States?"

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