"Qi Yun, I've been researching the map you sent me recently, and I've made some progress!" Ignacio's voice was full of excitement on the other end of the phone.

Qi Yun's heart involuntarily skipped a beat; he was equally curious about the map salvaged from the San Jose.

What kind of mysterious treasure was worth the entire Louis Family's thousand-year search, even prompting each king since Louis II to order secret investigations upon their accession?

"Based on my research, the map appears to depict six locations, all within Asia."

"But I still can't determine the exact positions. I need to go back to Spain to consult my teacher, who has extensive research on Ancient European culture."

Qi Yun felt slightly disappointed after hearing this; he initially thought Ignacio had already cracked the map.

Then again, if it was that easy to find, it probably wouldn't have been his turn.

Even though the exact locations aren't known yet, at least progress has been made.

"Alright, Mr. Ignacio, if you need any help from me, just let me know directly."

"I will." Ignacio paused momentarily, then continued, "Qi Yun, I must remind you, you must keep the map's details confidential. Try not to disclose it to others; otherwise, it might bring trouble to you."

Qi Yun knew this even without being told. Since he got the map, only he, his roommate Old Hei, and Ignacio had seen it.

"Rest assured, Mr. Ignacio, I won't reveal it to others." Qi Yun replied immediately.

"Good, I'll return to Spain soon. I'll inform you as soon as I have any news." With that, Ignacio hung up the phone.

...

Meanwhile, a hotel in the old town welcomed several special guests.

Five men and one woman, one of the men had a panicked expression, with sweat occasionally dripping from his forehead.

His hands were bound in front of him, covered by a coat, while four stern-looking men surrounded him in the middle.

They were taken to two guest rooms at the far end of the second floor. After entering the room, the woman instructed the attendant, "The room doesn't need cleaning, don't disturb unless I call for you."

"Alright." The attendant responded and turned away.

After the attendant left, the woman also closed the door.

The sweating man was pressed into a chair, and the coat covering him was removed, revealing handcuffs on his wrist.

A middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader pulled up a chair and sat down, opening with, "Zhou Wenfu, are you going to come clean yourself, or do we have to ask?"

The man named Zhou Wenfu lifted his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead and nervously replied, "Comrade, what crime have I committed for you to arrest me so suddenly? I don't even know why."

The middle-aged man stared at him for a moment before taking a stack of photos from his pocket, placing them on the table, and sneering, "You'd better think carefully before speaking. If you confess voluntarily, the outcome is different from us interrogating you."

Zhou Wenfu's pupils suddenly contracted as he stared at the photos on the table; they depicted a closed room filled with shelves stacked high with hundred dollar bills and some gold bars.

At a rough glance, there were at least tens of millions!

The panic on his face became more evident, sweat soaking his collar.

"These photos were taken in a secret room on your estate. Do you think we'd bring you here without sufficient evidence? I hope you seize the opportunity," the middle-aged man continued to wear down his psychological defenses.

Zhou Wenfu raised his head, swallowed hard, and opened his mouth: "This... this... this money is all earned from my business."

"Earned from your business?" The middle-aged man sneered, "It seems you're still unwilling to cooperate."

Zhou Wenfu's gaze lingered on the photos. After a moment of silence, he spoke again: "Can I have a cigarette?"

The middle-aged man signaled to a subordinate, who stepped forward, took a cigarette from his pocket, put it in Zhou Wenfu's mouth, and lit it for him.

Zhou Wenfu took several deep puffs, and the smoke slowly seeped from his nostrils, alleviating some of his tension.

From the moment they found him, he had guessed the reason. Combining that with the photos in front of him, he could confirm that these people were targeting his cousin.

Though hard to believe because his cousin was a high-ranking officer, the evidence before him left him no choice but to accept.

After the initial panic, he gradually calmed down, contemplating countermeasures...

"You've had your cigarette, can you talk now?" The middle-aged man urged.

Zhou Wenfu's hand holding the cigarette slightly trembled, the handcuffs making a faint sound, and he suddenly grinned: "Comrade, I don't know why you broke into my house, but this money is all earned from my business, and the estate is my legal asset."

The middle-aged man's eyebrows rose, fingers tapping on the cash in the photo: "There's a total of 30 million in this secret room, can your shell company earn that much?"

"It seems you still hold onto some wishful thinking, thinking Zhou Wenbin can save you? Let me tell you, even if you remain silent, we too have ways to apprehend him."

Zhou Wenfu's eyelid twitched at this, seeming to assess the truth of the middle-aged man's words.

After a while, he spoke again: "Comrade, I don't know what you're talking about. If Zhou Wenbin is a criminal, you should just go arrest him, why bring me here."

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, seemingly unwilling to waste more words on him, stood up, and instructed the four men behind him: "From now on, work in pairs and make sure he spills everything he knows."

"Yes." The four stood straight and answered.

...

Antique Street, Qiuyue Pavilion.

Shi Feng looked at several Eight Immortals tables placed in the room, flicked his sparse bangs, and asked the pretty woman in front of him, "Did Old Qi have you deliver these?"

Ah Jiao nodded: "Yes, the boss instructed me to deliver them."

Upon hearing this, Shi Feng suspiciously pulled out his phone to call Qi Yun.

"Why did you bring a few broken tables to my store?"

On the other end of the phone, Qi Yun was having tea with Zhang Dayong. When he instructed Ah Jiao in the morning to buy Eight Immortals tables, he had no idea how many the film crew was selling, so he asked her to buy them all.

Hearing Shi Feng's question, he laughed and replied: "Testing your eyes, one of the tables is made of Hainan Huanghuali wood."

Hearing the mention of Hainan Huanghuali, Shi Feng immediately circled the tables, scrutinizing them closely, and replied disdainfully: "What, you think this could test my eyesight?"

Qi Yun didn't hang up, quietly waiting.

A few minutes later, an exclamation came through the receiver, "Damn, it really is Hainan Huanghuali!"

"Found it?" Qi Yun laughed and asked.

"You think I wouldn't? If I couldn't recognize this, I might as well close shop," Shi Feng scoffed, "Why did you have it delivered to me? Is it for me?"

Qi Yun replied helplessly: "Your appetite is getting bigger, just help me sell it off, I'll give you ten percent commission."

"Alright!" Shi Feng responded happily.

After hanging up, Qi Yun smiled and shook his head, turning his gaze back to Zhang Dayong opposite him.

"You just mentioned, how many years could he get sentenced to?"

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