Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 441 - 278: Thousand-Year-Old Ginseng and the Deal (Triple Combo) _3

Chapter 441: Chapter 278: Thousand-Year-Old Ginseng and the Deal (Triple Combo) _3

The initial cost for that batch was five million, and including transportation and other expenses, it shouldn’t exceed six million. Yet this guy isn’t satisfied with nearly a 20% profit, seems he’s really gotten greedy recently...

"Is that so?" Qi Yun thought for a moment, then asked, "If I send you three thousand tons, can you sell it all?"

"Three thousand tons!?" Mendeleyev was taken aback; that’s quite a number, and the entire Tuva market can’t digest that much in a short time.

"Yes, three thousand tons. My friend’s textile factory hasn’t been doing well lately. If there’s a market on your side, I’d like to help him clear some orders," Qi Yun briefly explained.

After a few seconds of silence, Mendeleyev replied slowly, "I can reach out to Nokovic and have him help sell it to the military industries of the Russians. The frontlines still consume a lot of these strategic materials."

"It’s just that... the profits might not be very high."

Qi Yun’s eyes lit up at this. The war over in Russia shows no signs of ending, indeed a stable channel.

"Lower profits are fine. With raw material prices high now, establish the channel first. We can consider the profits once prices drop."

Hearing this, Mendeleyev hesitated no more: "Alright, send the goods over; leave the operation here to me."

"Sure, I’ll have Xie Mengmeng contact you later."

After ending the call, Qi Yun made another call to Brother Peng, securing his support before tucking away his phone and returning to Manager Sun’s office.

"You took quite a long time in the bathroom; is that part not working well?" Manager Sun awkwardly joked.

Qi Yun didn’t respond to the joke, as the strong never need to prove themselves. He sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said, "Recently, I and a friend started a trading company, flipping some goods to the Russians."

"I can’t help you much, so I’ll order three thousand tons of cotton textile from your factory, the same as last time."

Upon hearing this, Manager Sun’s eyes widened like a bell, staring at Qi Yun speechlessly for a long time.

After several seconds, he suddenly grasped Qi Yun’s arm, his voice trembling: "How much did you say? Th-three thousand tons!?"

Qi Yun nodded, appearing calm and composed: "Yes, if the channel there can be established, we can consider long-term cooperation."

Confirming that Qi Yun wasn’t joking, Manager Sun swallowed hard: "It’s not that I don’t trust you, but three... three thousand tons would cost several tens of millions..."

Qi Yun smiled nonchalantly: "I can transfer the payment to you first. I’m not pressing on price, so you can keep the necessary profit."

Hearing this, Manager Sun firmly grasped Qi Yun’s hand, his eyes red with emotion.

On one hand, he marveled at Qi Yun’s strength gained in just a few months; on the other hand, he was moved, knowing Qi Yun made the decision purely to help him.

This is beyond business, it’s basically charity...

"Th... thank you!" Manager Sun choked with emotion as he expressed his gratitude.

Qi Yun pulled his hand free, jokingly saying, "Thank me if you will, but why are you holding my hand so tightly?"

Realizing he got a bit too emotional, Manager Sun awkwardly chuckled.

Glancing at his watch, Qi Yun then stood up to leave: "I have something to attend to shortly, so I won’t stay long. My company’s business manager will come over to sign the contract with you later today, and the payment will be transferred today."

Manager Sun hurriedly got up to see him off, almost stumbling: "Okay, okay, let me see you out."

Qi Yun patted his arm, sincerely saying, "No need to see me off. Take care of your business and treat me to a meal after you get through this."

Manager Sun didn’t insist further, nodding earnestly, his eyes moist with tears.

After leaving the textile factory, Qi Yun got into his car, and his phone rang as soon as he sat down. He took out his phone to see a call from a Beijing number.

"Hello, is this Mr. Qi Yun?"

"Yes, this is Qi Yun."

"Hello, Mr. Qi. I’m Xiao Han, the liaison officer for Director Xiao of the National Cultural Heritage Administration. You can call me Xiao Han." The girl’s voice on the other end was gentle and crisp, very pleasant.

Upon hearing the words "National Cultural Heritage Administration," Qi Yun’s demeanor turned cautious: "Hello, Secretary Xiao Han."

"Mr. Qi, it’s like this. I’m calling to invite you to come to the National Cultural Heritage Administration at 6 PM tomorrow night. Are you available? Director Xiao would like to meet you."

"Absolutely!" Qi Yun replied without hesitation. Finally, after such a long wait, there’s news. "Please tell Director Xiao that I will be there on time."

The National Cultural Heritage Administration reaching out must mean that there’s been a development from Northern Mongolia.

"Alright, please call me when you arrive, and I’ll meet you at the entrance," Xiao Han kindly offered.

"Sure, thank you."

After hanging up, Qi Yun gazed out of the window, lost in thought.

At 6 PM, it would be past office hours in Beijing...

...

Elsewhere, Nima was driving his rundown van, struggling along the road toward West Mountain Cemetery.

With the highest temperature reaching 38 degrees today, Nima appeared as if he were sitting in confinement. Not only did his car lack air conditioning, but he was also wearing a long-sleeved black jacket, sweat streaming down his face, soaking the cigarette in his mouth.

The van wobbled as it traversed a section of dirt road, finally pulling into the parking lot at West Mountain Cemetery.

Nima pushed open the door, avoiding the surveillance at the entrance, and walked towards a hill on the left.

About ten minutes later, a commercial vehicle and a BMW 5 series also arrived in the parking lot, with Qi Yun and Shi Feng stepping out of the commercial vehicle alongside a middle-aged man in his forties.