Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 607 - 404: An Unexpected Rejection (Double Feature)

Chapter 607: Chapter 404: An Unexpected Rejection (Double Feature)

Hong Kong Island, outside the Peak District Police Station building.

Brother Hui turned back to glance at the building behind him, spat on the ground, and then sat in the business car by the roadside with a face full of disdain.

Due to recent major changes in his syndicate, he had been targeted by the cops, and using some old cases, they brought him in and kept him locked up for two days.

This police tactic is not uncommon. Whenever such times arise, they want to prevent those syndicates from making a big fuss and disrupting the peace and harmony of Hong Kong Island, so they invite a few influential leaders for a chat, which also serves as a warning to them not to cause trouble.

"Pop."

Brother Hui held a cigarette in his mouth, and the young man in the passenger seat immediately lit it and handed it over.

He took a deep puff, while inquiring about the outside situation over the past two days and turned on his phone.

Upon seeing the message from Qi Yun, Brother Hui raised his hand, signaling the young man to stop for now, then immediately dialed Qi Yun’s number.

"Hey, Brother Qi, sorry about that. The cops have been troubling me these past two days, and my phone got confiscated, so I couldn’t get back to you promptly." Brother Hui explained awkwardly.

On the other end, Qi Yun chuckled silently, as he had been pondering at noon why he couldn’t reach the other party.

"Haha, no problem. Are you alright over there?" 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"All good, all good, just detained for two days and released."

Hearing Brother Hui say all was well, Qi Yun didn’t delve further and instead brought up business: "Brother Hui, I need your help with something, it’s like this..."

"VASP license? Brother Qi, you’re interested in developing in this field too?"

Though Brother Hui was a rough syndicate man, given the booming virtual currency scene in recent years, especially in the Asian financial hub of Hong Kong Island, where many places even allow direct use of virtual currency for transactions, he was naturally aware of it as well.

"I’m not well-versed in this area; it’s just that a boss here wants to spend big money acquiring a license, so I’m asking if you have any connections."

Qi Yun was straightforward, explaining the reason directly, then added, "If we manage to get it, I’ll cut you in."

"Hey, Brother Qi, you’re too formal with that." Brother Hui feigned dissatisfaction in his tone and patted his chest saying, "With our relationship, as long as you ask, I’ll risk anything to help."

His words weren’t entirely courtesy, as after the five million in bearer bonds were liquidated last time, he intended to give Qi Yun three million, but the latter refused, meaning he pocketed the full five million.

And the cost incurred was merely hiring a few people for dirty work, with expenses not even a tenth of that.

Qi Yun chuckled: "Haha, alright, we’ll discuss the rest later, you first explore some ways to obtain that license."

"Sure!" Brother Hui agreed readily, but after a pause, he hesitantly added, "Brother Qi, I’ve heard many bosses are eager to compete for these licenses; my connections might not ensure success."

"If you could have Mr. Fu step in and say a word..."

Qi Yun was momentarily taken aback upon hearing "Mr. Fu," only recalling whom Brother Hui referred to after quite some time.

Last time on Hong Kong Island, he led people to apprehend De Gaulle’s subordinates, then Mr. Fu dispatched Cockroach Qiang to demand their return.

At that time, Brother Hui held Mr. Fu, who hadn’t even shown face, in great awe, claiming his influence on Hong Kong Island was formidable.

But in the end, Qi Yun simply phoned Director Duan, and Mr. Fu immediately changed his stance.

No matter how powerful an individual, they must obediently submit before the strength of Country Guo An.

"Hmm... you go ahead and proceed first." Qi Yun pondered and responded.

"No problem! I’ll arrange to meet with the Financial Authority now."

After finishing their conversation, the call ended.

Qi Yun pondered briefly while holding his phone, then immediately dialed De Gaulle.

Such matters surely would be inappropriate to approach Mr. Fu via Guo An’s channels, and since De Gaulle managed to have the other party come forward last time, they must have some connection, so he might as well ask him.

The call connected quickly, and Qi Yun outlined his purpose in a few words, promising some benefits.

However, De Gaulle didn’t seem to care much about those benefits, agreeing right away without haggling.

"Alright, I’ll assist you in communicating with him."

Qi Yun was stunned, originally expecting this guy to drive a hard bargain, but was surprised at how easily they agreed.

Could it be they’ve had a change of heart?

Before he could speak, De Gaulle continued: "There’s also something I need to tell you."

"Please go on."

"About..." De Gaulle suddenly paused halfway, finally sighing out two words, "Forget it."

Then promptly hung up.

Qi Yun narrowed his eyes at the screen, unable to understand the guy’s intentions.

...

Evening, Hutao Villa.

In the private room, Qin Minghui stood by the window, staring dazedly at the jujube tree in the courtyard, lost in thought.

From his weary expression, it was apparent that the time spent detained wasn’t easy.

Although Qi Yun’s connections temporarily pulled him out of the vortex, he indeed had some issues himself, so carrying a disciplinary action was unavoidable, otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense up or down.

This also meant that the position he had been scheming for a long time would be completely out of his reach.

Although Qin Minghui felt discontented, he knew very well this was the best outcome for him.

Behind him, Lu Zhaoxue served a cup of freshly brewed tea, warmly advising: "Some things are best done within one’s capacity; being overly persistent can sometimes leave you stuck."

Qin Minghui stared at the floating tea leaves in the cup, his Adam’s apple moved, and his voice still carried a hint of gloom: "I understand, it’s just that I’m a bit unwilling..."