Before long, a steaming hot pot was brought to the table, followed by an array of fresh meats and seafood covering the entire table.

Considering that Zhang Dayong still had to return to the office to handle some affairs later, neither of them drank alcohol.

Qi Yun picked up a slice of tender beef, placed it into the pot for a light cook, and said, "Director Zhang, try this beef, the ingredients at Lao Feng's are all very fresh."

Zhang Dayong also picked up a slice of beef, dipped it in the sauce after cooking, and chewed it in his mouth, showing a look of satisfaction on his face: "Hmm, it's really good. No wonder his business is so great; he must have real skills."

Qi Yun laughed, "If you like it, you should come often."

"Haha, no wonder you brought me here today, turns out you're trying to get customers for your friend."

"..."

The meal ended harmoniously, and the two chatted like old friends.

After eating, Zhang Dayong excused himself to the restroom, but he actually went to the counter to settle the bill.

Unexpectedly, Lao Feng smiled at him and explained, "This shop is half owned by Lao Qi, so when you two come to eat, there's no need to pay."

Zhang Dayong was stunned for a moment, then joked to Lao Feng: "I'll let it pass this time, but if you don't accept my money next time, I won't dare to come again."

Lao Feng laughed heartily, "Alright, Director Zhang, come often in the future and I'll give you a discount."

...

After the meal, Zhang Dayong drove away, and Qi Yun didn't give him any additional membership cards or anything.

Making friends with different types of people requires different approaches; some value interests, others value relationships.

The former is like Vice President Liu, while Zhang Dayong seems to belong to the latter category according to Qi Yun.

To be friends with such people, it takes a long-term approach without going overboard.

When Qi Yun got home, his daughter was already asleep, and Zhao Qing was applying a face mask while cutting fruit.

"You're back, went for hot pot again?" she asked, looking up.

Qi Yun smiled and nodded, changing his shoes as he explained, "I forgot to tell you, a friend of mine opened a hot pot restaurant and I invested some money in it. I'll take you there next time if you want to eat hot pot; the taste is great."

Zhao Qing's eyes lit up, and she stopped cutting fruit: "Really? Then take me to try it tomorrow; I haven't had hot pot in a while."

Qi Yun sat beside her and said with a smile, "Sure, no problem."

Zhao Qing picked up a piece of banana, fed it to him, and asked nonchalantly, "How much did you invest?"

"About a million," Qi Yun replied.

"A million?" Zhao Qing was a bit surprised, raising her eyebrows slightly.

Qi Yun brushed aside the strand of hair by her ear and asked, "Yeah, why?"

Zhao Qing shook her head, pretending to look him over seriously, "Nothing, just didn't realize you were quite wealthy."

Qi Yun was amused by her words and gently tapped her nose, "The money's not much, but it should be enough to support you."

He currently had about 500,000 in cash in his account, plus the museum's pending payment of 600,000, making a total of 1.1 million.

This doesn't include the money in the stock account, which he checked the day before—selling now would yield 2.4 million.

Including dividends from the hot pot restaurant and two fruit supermarkets, his current income is not much less than before bankruptcy.

"Humph, I can make money myself," Zhao Qing snorted coldly, pushing away his restless hand, "Go take a shower, you stink."

Qi Yun stood up with a grin, "Alright, alright, I'm going."

...

[Today's Info 1 (Red): A wounded pigeon accidentally entered a sheep pen and made a home in the haystack]

"No wonder we couldn't find it."

In the bathroom, Qi Yun supported his waist and looked at the light screen in front of him with a sigh.

So the pigeon hid in the sheep pen. This really narrows the search range.

[Today's Info 2 (Red): A herbal factory on the brink of bankruptcy has a stock of two tons of wild watermelons]

[Today's Info 3 (Red): Zhang Liang, who fled to Chang'an, has been caught by a big boss and brought back to Bird City]

Seeing the content of the second piece of information, Qi Yun's eyes lit up. Wasn't there a businessman from Rongcheng offering a high price for wild watermelons yesterday? Could make a small profit by flipping them.

As for the third piece of information, all he could do was silently mourn for Zhang Liang—this guy doesn't even know to run farther away...

The next day, Qi Yun set off early with Zhong Rui to Tobruk Village in Tobruk Town.

Although the village isn't large, it is home to seventy or eighty families, and most villagers do not understand Chinese, undoubtedly adding difficulty to their search for the pigeon.

Merely inquiring with the first household took them more than ten minutes.

Qi Yun gestured and mimicked a sheep's bleat, managing to convey their purpose to the old Uighur man, who then led them to the sheep pen.

However, after a thorough search, they still found nothing.

"Continuing like this is too time-consuming," Qi Yun thought for a moment and instructed Zhong Rui, "You keep asking the next household, I'll see if I can find someone in the village who speaks Chinese to act as a translator."

Zhong Rui nodded, "Okay, boss, I'll head over then. Let me know if anything comes up."

After speaking, he walked toward the next household.

Qi Yun inquired around the village and, after a while, finally found a small shop in the village center.

Sitting on a dirt kang at the entrance of the shop was a young Uighur man fiddling with his phone.

Qi Yun's eyes lit up, and he quickly approached, "Hello, do you speak Chinese?"

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