At night, after Zhao Qing fell into a deep sleep in his arms, Qi Yun finally gently got up and went to the balcony, lighting a cigarette to check the new intelligence reports.

[Current intelligence points: 1]

[Today's intelligence 1 (Red): Qiu Yuanshan's house was burglarized yesterday. There are traces of rummaging all over the house, but no valuable property is missing]

Qi Yun stared at the intelligence content in front of him, his brows furrowed involuntarily.

Burgled, but no valuable items were taken. Clearly, the perpetrator was after something specific.

He took a deep drag of the cigarette, a vague ominous feeling creeping into his heart.

[Today's intelligence 2 (Blue): Due to the latest tariff policy from the United States, a car parts factory in Changhe District had a large number of orders canceled, resulting in severe inventory pile-up. The factory owner is frantic and looking everywhere for new sales channels. Contact phone 189xxxx]

A very valuable piece of intelligence... Since the United States doesn't want them, maybe I can ask Mendeleyev if the Russian side has any demand.

Regarding the United States' tariff issue, Qi Yun also saw it on the news during the day. It's said that many manufacturing bosses almost fainted, and the stock market was full of wails.

[Today's intelligence 3 (Red): Re Lijiang is currently fooling around with the married lady he met just yesterday, at the Sheraton Hotel in New District, room 801]

"The guy with the slicked-back hair really knows how to play..."

Qi Yun took a puff of the cigarette, thought for a moment, then pulled out his cell phone to call Zhong Rui.

"Hey, are you asleep?"

"Go find a payphone and report that the Sheraton Hotel..."

"Yeah, look for an isolated payphone, wear a mask."

"..."

After hanging up the phone, a cold smile crept up on Qi Yun's lips. Although these minor tricks couldn't do much to the other party, adding to his frustrations is quite alright.

...

Elsewhere, the guy with the slicked-back hair lay comfortably on the bed, cigarette in hand, his eyes occasionally drifting towards the attractive beauty in the bathroom.

As soon as she came out, he pulled her onto the bed, and an intense battle was about to erupt.

Two minutes later, panting heavily, the guy with the slicked-back hair was reaching the critical moment when a series of urgent knocks came from the door.

His heart tightened, the feeling that was rushing to his head instantly dissipated. He showed a displeased expression on his face and angrily shouted towards the door: "Damn it, who is it!"

"Police, room inspection! Please open the door and cooperate with the investigation!" a man's serious voice came from outside.

Hearing the word "police", his face turned incredibly ugly, a hint of panic flickered in his eyes.

He hurriedly pushed the woman beside him away, started dressing in a fluster, muttering curses: "Damn it, which son of a bitch reported us!"

The married woman was also terrified, her face pale with fear as she looked at him, her voice trembling: "What should we do? If my husband finds out, I'm finished!"

He glared at her, said fiercely: "What's there to panic about! Put your clothes on first, and don't say anything later!"

Then another round of urgent knocking sounded from outside, accompanied by the police's stern voice: "Open the door immediately, don't obstruct our duties!"

He quickly dressed, ignoring the calls from outside, picked up the phone from the table, and dialed a number.

"I've run into a situation over here at the Sheraton Hotel..."

"Yes, they're already outside the door, deal with it quickly."

"..."

After hanging up the phone, seeing the woman had dressed, he adjusted his hairstyle, took a deep breath, and walked to the door, opening it.

As soon as the door opened, several policemen immediately focused their attention on him and the woman.

"We received a report of illegal activities here. You two, show your ID and cooperate with the inspection." One policeman reached out, eyes sharp, tone tough.

Having adjusted his emotions, he put on a faint smile and said: "Officer, it's the middle of the night, we're just chatting as friends, not doing anything illegal."

"Cut the crap, hand over your IDs first." The policeman didn't fall for it, repeating more forcefully.

The commotion drew attention from nearby rooms quickly, many people opened their doors out of curiosity, some even sneakily taking photos with their phones.

Seeing this, his face turned green instantly, saying to the police: "Come inside and close the door."

"Stop wasting time, IDs, hurry up." The police ignored his request, urging again.

He didn't want to escalate the situation, reluctantly handed over his ID, the woman hesitantly followed suit.

The police took their IDs, carefully checking the information, scanning them up and down.

"What's your relationship? A man and a woman in a room late at night, just chatting?" The policeman's eyes like a hawk, tightly locked onto the two, filled with skepticism.

At this moment, the lead policeman's phone suddenly rang. He took it out to glance at the caller ID, his brows furrowed slightly, then answered.

From the other end came a deep voice, hard to make out actual words, but judging from the policeman's glance at him, it seemed related to the current incident.

"Okay, I understand." The policeman briefly replied, then hung up.

After pocketing the phone, his gaze swept across him and the woman, then said: "We'll leave it here for now, but this doesn't mean you're off the hook. We'll continue investigating, and if any illegal activities are found, we'll handle them according to the law."

He breathed a silent sigh of relief, maintaining composure on his face: "Thank you, officer. We really didn't do anything illegal, feel free to investigate at any time."

He wasn't worried about getting caught or anything, but the news spreading wouldn't be something to brag about.

After they left, the woman recovers from her panic, disrobed again ready to cling on.

He, annoyed, pushed her away, pulled out a wad of cash from his wallet, threw it at her: "Get going."

...

The next morning, Qi Yun received a call from someone claiming to be a municipal office staff, inviting him over.

Qi Yun naturally knew why they were contacting him, he immediately replied he'd hurry over.

After hanging up, he quickly tidied up himself, intentionally wore something more formal, then rushed to the municipal office building.

Over half an hour later, Qi Yun looked at the solemn office building in front of him, took a deep breath, and stepped up the stairs.

Entering the lobby, a young man approached: "Are you Mr. Qi Yun?"

Qi Yun nodded slightly: "That's me."

"Alright, follow me, the Deputy Secretary-General is waiting for you in the office." The young man said, then led the way.

Qi Yun followed him across the lobby, upstairs to the third floor, along several corridors, finally stopping at a door labeled "Municipal Office Deputy Secretary-General".

The young man knocked gently, after receiving permission, stepped aside, gesturing Qi Yun to enter.

Qi Yun nodded towards him and stepped into the office.

Behind the desk, a man in his forties raised his head, glanced Qi Yun over, with a smile said: "Are you the slippery one mentioned by old Yu?"

Qi Yun was slightly taken aback, not expecting this kind of greeting.

"Have a seat." The Deputy Secretary-General pointed at the chair, gesturing.

Qi Yun politely nodded in response, sat down, and said: "Hello, Deputy Secretary-General, I am Qi Yun."

The Deputy Secretary-General nodded slightly, eyes curiously observing him: "Today I invited you over, firstly for some procedures, and secondly because old Yu asked me to look after you, so you don't need to be too formal."

Qi Yun smiled and replied: "Thank you, Deputy Secretary-General. I hope for your guidance in the future."

The Deputy Secretary-General waved a hand: "Actually, there isn't much to guide. I'll give you just seven words: Speak less, listen less, participate less."

"As a businessman, municipal office rarely requires your involvement in tasks, just attending meetings regularly is enough."

Qi Yun nodded, the concise words already showing him how to proceed.

He originally had no intention of getting involved in politics, joining the municipal office only to gain more protection for his identity.

As Qi Yun contemplated, the Deputy Secretary-General spoke again: "Tomorrow there's an election meeting happening, some local business association members will attend. If interested, I can introduce you."

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