Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 466 - 287: If Not Now, Then When? (5,000 Words)

Shanghai, government office building.

Zhao Weilin, who had waited almost two hours in the meeting room, finally met the leader from last time.

"Had a meeting this morning, sorry for the long wait, Old Zhao." The middle-aged man took a sip from his cup and pointed to the chair opposite, "Sit down, let’s talk."

Zhao Weilin nodded, pulled out the chair, and sat down.

"About the Jing’an project, Director Sun reported to me this morning. Old Zhao, I’m grateful for your willingness to make sacrifices for Shanghai’s development, to take on risks and handle that situation." The middle-aged man’s words were sincere, and he cupped his hands towards Zhao Weilin in a gesture of respect.

Zhao Weilin quickly sat up slightly and waved a hand, "Leader, you’re overpraising. It’s my duty to contribute to local development." He rubbed his palms on his knees, finally unable to hold back, "It’s just..."

"I understand what you’re trying to say. Regardless of the project, I’m willing to help you with this favor." The middle-aged man paused and sighed, "But you know their stance over there. Although we’re major supporters of the J region, we don’t have the right to interfere in their affairs..."

Zhao Weilin’s hand under the table clenched suddenly, his face showing a struggling expression.

He knew what the other was saying was true. Although there’s cooperation between the two places on some tasks, interfering cross-regionally indeed oversteps bounds.

Yet, thinking that if something really happened to Qi Yun, he might completely lose the chance to reunite with Zhao Qing, he had to brace himself and fight for it.

"Leader, how about this: could you help communicate with them? As long as they’re willing to let go, I can promise that our group will invest at least thirty billion over the next two years!" Zhao Weilin gritted his teeth and played his last card.

Even for economically backward areas in the northwest, an investment of thirty billion is not a trivial amount, even in a leading economic city like Shanghai. It could significantly boost the local leaders’ performance.

The middle-aged man’s fingers on the water cup paused sharply. He looked at Zhao Weilin, whose gaze no longer held the shrewdness of a businessman but the resolve of a father.

"Thirty billion." The middle-aged man repeated the number, sighing lightly as he reminded, "Old Zhao, you know what this means. If any unforeseen changes occur, your lifetime of efforts..."

Zhao Weilin naturally understood the implications of his words. Such a large investment requires 100% trust in the local team. If conflicts arise, the investor will suffer severe losses.

"I’ve thought it through. Please help communicate with them." Zhao Weilin replied without hesitation.

Seeing his determination, the middle-aged man stopped persuading. He picked up the phone on the table, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and dialed a number.

A few minutes later, he returned after ending the call, his expression somewhat peculiar.

"Leader, how did it go?" Zhao Weilin asked eagerly.

"Old Zhao, do you not know your son-in-law well enough?" The middle-aged man asked, implying something.

"Even Director Xiao from the National Cultural Heritage Administration and Director Fu from the museum have gone there. Do you still need to worry here?"

"The... National Cultural Heritage Administration!?" Zhao Weilin was stunned on the spot, only realizing after a few seconds and tentatively said, "Then my son-in-law..."

"Just wait peacefully. With them involved, you needn’t worry anymore." The middle-aged man replied confidently, seeming to know Xiao Hanguang well.

Zhao Weilin let out a long sigh of relief and nodded quickly, "Good! Good! Thank you, Leader!"

The middle-aged man waved a hand, "No need to thank me, I didn’t really help you much."

"I didn’t mention the investment to them, and also..." The middle-aged man pondered and continued, "I won’t let your group bear the risk of the Jing’an project alone. The Urban Investment Company will contribute half of the funds, but you’ll retain control."

"This..." Zhao Weilin was stunned again. The conditions mentioned were the ones he had previously discussed with Director Sun. Considering the high risk of the Jing’an project, a sizable company had already failed in it, so no company dared to take over rashly.

At that time, the government’s attitude was firm, unwilling to let Urban Investment bleed further. But now, even after the agreement was signed, they’re agreeing?

The middle-aged man patted his shoulder and sat back in his chair, "Alright, I’ll instruct Director Sun later. You can arrange for someone to meet him to re-sign the agreement."

"When things are settled over there, invite your son-in-law to come over, so I can meet this young talent too."

...

Coming out of the office, Zhao Weilin was still in a daze.

Having navigated the business world for years, he clearly understood why the attitude suddenly changed, but what puzzled him was that Qi Yun didn’t seem to have any strong background?

So why was even that person so enthusiastic? 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"Chairman, did they agree?" Dong Anyun, waiting outside, came forward immediately upon seeing Zhao Weilin, cautiously asked.

Zhao Weilin snapped back to reality, gave her a look, thought for a few seconds, and instructed, "Find out if there’s been any change with Qi Yun recently."

"Huh?" Dong Anyun was taken aback, "In which aspect?"

"Any aspect! I need all the information on this guy, the most detailed!"

...

Suburbs, inside a basement.

Qi Yun, who hadn’t eaten all day, was starving, feeling his stomach stick to his back. Although still unclear about the outside situation, judging from the reaction of the person who left last night, his rescue likely had arrived.