The next day, inside the business car at Qi Yun's doorstep.

Duan Pingyu scratched his head in confusion, "Going to Hu Cha?"

"Yes." After finishing editing the message on his phone, Qi Yun put it away, "The general location is Hu Cha, around the pastures near Qiqian Village."

"Your main job over there is to see if any unfamiliar faces have appeared recently, all Caucasians. If you find them, keep an eye on them from the shadows."

"Alright, got it." Duan Pingyu responded earnestly, "So when do I leave?"

"Prepare yourself; it would be best if you set off today. Contact me anytime if there's any situation."

"Okay." Duan Pingyu nodded, pushed the car door open, and got out.

Qi Yun leaned over and reminded, "Always put your safety first."

Whether it was Chen Wei, or later Ah Jiao, or Duan Pingyu, Qi Yun always reminded them to prioritize their safety when giving instructions.

He did not consider these people just as subordinates or employees; it was not simply a matter of getting paid to work.

"Yeah, I will." Duan Pingyu replied with a smile, shut the car door, turned, and walked towards the dormitory.

Qi Yun patted the back of the driver's seat, "Brother Wei, to Antique Street."

Hearing the command, Chen Wei started the car and slowly drove out of the community.

Forty minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of Qiuyue Pavilion on Antique Street.

"How's business lately?" Qi Yun stepped into the shop and greeted Shi Feng, who was slumped in a chair.

"Ah, it's been three days without a single customer." Shi Feng already knew he was coming, so he didn't bother getting up to greet him, just shook his head helplessly, "It's pointless for me to keep watch here; I might as well stay at home and watch the surveillance."

Qi Yun chuckled understandingly, no wonder this guy was slacking off early in the morning. He used to open the shop and polish the treasures, but now he couldn't be bothered.

"Hey, why are you suddenly going to Shanghai for the auction? Found a bargain?" Shi Feng sat up from his chair and turned on the electric kettle.

He knew that Qi Yun wasn't interested in collecting stuff; he messed with these things purely to make money. The last golden rattan chair made him green with envy.

"Yeah, and it's a big one." Qi Yun nodded with a smile.

"Really!?" Shi Feng got interested, "What is it? Give me a hint."

Qi Yun, however, didn't say much more, taking out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one for himself.

"Hey, are you gonna speak?" Shi Feng was hooked, staring at him eagerly.

Qi Yun slowly exhaled a smoke ring, glanced at him, and said flatly, "Twelve Bronze Heads."

"Get lost!" Shi Feng cursed immediately upon hearing this, pouting, "Why didn't you say the Imperial Jade Seal while you were at it!"

"I've already seen the auction list; stop bullshitting me."

Qi Yun couldn't be bothered to respond, "Alright, let's get to serious business. You mentioned on the phone earlier that Old Chen is sick. What's going on? Is it serious?"

He had called Shi Feng early in the morning, telling him about going to Shanghai for the auction and wanting Old Chen's help to sort out the bidding spots.

He had planned to visit Old Chen with Shi Feng, but it turned out Old Chen was ill.

Talking about this topic, Shi Feng sighed deeply, "Wasn't it Old Chen's son's death anniversary two days ago? He got a bit down, drank too much, and ended up in the hospital."

"But now it's nothing serious. He just needs some rest and recuperation."

Qi Yun was momentarily silent upon hearing this; Shi Feng had mentioned Old Chen's tragic life before.

"Which hospital is he in? I'll go see him."

Shi Feng waved his hand, "Not now, maybe later."

"I already passed your message to Old Chen. He got everything arranged; just go to the auction."

"Alright, then I'll visit him in a couple of days." Qi Yun nodded and suddenly realized, "Us? You're going too?"

"Why? Can't I go?" Shi Feng frowned and retorted.

Qi Yun was a bit skeptical, "What are you going for? Not doing business?"

"What's the difference if I do this lousy business or not?" Shi Feng sighed, grabbing the boiled kettle and starting to rinse the tea set, "I have nothing to do anyway, so I'll go join the fun with you."

"And meet a friend while I'm there; he's opening a shop in Shanghai and needs some supplies. I'm taking some for him."

Qi Yun nodded slightly, immediately pulling out his phone, "Alright, I'll have my assistant book both of us tickets then."

"Sure, first class! My hemorrhoids are acting up; I need a roomy seat." Shi Feng shamelessly shouted.

...

At the entrance of Kindergarten, Vanke Mansion.

Dong Anyun found Zhao Qing again.

"Miss Zhao, regarding the events of back then, Chairman Zhao was really helpless..."

"You don't have to say any more." Zhao Qing interrupted with reddened eyes before Dong finished, "I'm having a good life now, and I don't need a suddenly appearing father. Please don't come to disturb me anymore."

Dong Anyun opened his mouth, his tone somewhat helpless. After a moment of silence, he continued to persuade, "Miss Zhao, after all, blood is thicker than water, and family ties can't be cut off, you..."

"I'm sorry, I have to get back to class. Please don't look for me again in the future." Zhao Qing wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and turned to walk back towards the kindergarten.

From a distance, Gao Min watched everything silently. After a moment of hesitation, he took out his phone from his pocket.

...

Tianshan Airport, on the flight to Shanghai.

Qi Yun fastened his seatbelt while saying over the phone, "Are the lychees sold out?"

Wei Yong on the other end laughed and replied, "Yes, we stocked a total of 2.7 million, and after costs, we made 1.4 million in profit."

"I'll transfer the money to your account shortly."

At this moment, the flight attendant came over, smiling as she quietly reminded, "Hello sir, the plane is about to take off. Please turn off your phone."

"Alright." Qi Yun nodded at her and quickly said to Wei Yong, "No need to transfer all the money, keep a million and split it with Brother Meng."

"That's all for now, I'm on the plane, we'll talk later."

After hanging up, Shi Feng next to him shook his hair and leaned in with a grin, "President Qi, do you still need a servant at home? I'm really good with my hands."

In less than half a year, the guy who used to haggle over two or three thousand bucks now freely gives a million to others...

It was incredibly envious.

Qi Yun glanced at him and said nonchalantly, "My daughter needs someone to carry her backpack, maybe you can accompany her to kindergarten."

"Well, it's not impossible..."

...

At four in the afternoon, the plane landed at Shanghai Airport.

The person picking them up was a friend of Shi Feng, a very hearty man from the Northeast, not looking like a businessman at all.

After meeting, they exchanged some pleasantries.

"Here, Old Wang, let me introduce you. This is my good friend Qi Yun, also part of our circle, and next to him is his assistant, Chen Wei."

Chen Wei had been sticking close to Qi Yun for some time, so Shi Feng naturally knew him.

The man called Old Wang extended his hand, enthusiastically greeting Qi Yun, "Hello, Brother Qi, I'm Fang Songde, just call me Old Wang."

Qi Yun extended his hand and responded with a smile, "Hello, hello."

Old Wang also shook hands with Chen Wei who nodded in response.

Shi Feng pointed at Old Wang and introduced to Qi Yun, "Old Wang has been my friend for many years, we used to mix around Pan Garden, and now he's a big boss."

Old Wang laughed heartily and modestly said, "What big boss, just making a living."

"Come on, let's chat in the car."

A few of them went to a nearby parked BMW 760, and once in the car, Shi Feng looked around at the luxurious interior and gestured at Qi Yun, "Look at this, driving this car but claiming not to be a big boss."

Qi Yun nodded quietly, this car indeed was much better than his second-hand 5 Series, estimating it cost a couple of hundred, which would be a top expense for ordinary people.

If someone's driving a two-to-three-million car, their annual income must be at least ten million.

Old Wang, the driver, didn't continue the topic and took out a box of cigarettes from the armrest, handing it to Shi Feng, "You guys smoke; I recently quit."

Shi Feng didn't stand on ceremony, opened the pack, and lit one for both himself and Qi Yun.

"I'll get you guys settled first, then I have to attend an auction tonight, I'll come find you after it's over," Old Wang said while turning his head.

"Auction? The Christie's one?" Shi Feng leaned in and asked.

After all, Shanghai is an international metropolis with many auction companies.

Old Wang replied, "Yeah, my shop is just starting up, there are two nice items at this auction, I'm going to try my luck and see if I can pick them up cheaply."

"Hehe, what a coincidence, let's go together." Shi Feng grinned.

"You're going too?" Old Wang was a bit surprised.

Shi Feng nodded, flicking ash off his cigarette, "Yeah, apart from delivering goods to you, I'm also here to join Qi Yun for some fun."

"Hehe, alright, let's find a place to eat first, then we'll go together."

"It's your territory, you do the arranging."

...

At 7:30 in the evening, Huangpu District, International Art Center.

Qi Yun and the others took the elevator to the fifth floor, and from the venue setup alone, one could see this auction had a high standard.

The floor was covered with soft red carpet, above hung dazzling crystal chandeliers, and the hallways were lined with posters of the auction's preview items.

"See that, that's tonight's highlight, the Western Zhou 'Zilong Cauldron', estimated to start at fifty million." Old Wang nudged Shi Feng with his elbow, whispering, "But I heard Christie's privately contacted a few major collectors, guessing the final price will break a hundred million."

Shi Feng smacked his lips, "No wonder it's Shanghai, damn rich."

After verifying their identities, they entered the venue.

The curved seating area was already seventy to eighty percent full with guests, all appearing fluent and well-off, and there were many agents in formal suits. If some big tycoons found it inconvenient to attend the auction personally, they would entrust these agents to bid via phone.

Qi Yun and the others picked a spot to sit down, leisurely chatting while waiting for the auction to start.

Not long after, a female auctioneer stepped onto the stage, and with the sound of the gavel striking, the lights dimmed, leaving only the spotlight on the center stage.

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