CHAPTER 25: CHAPTER 25: HOW DID HE DIE?

The total purchase cost was 548,000.

The wages for the four drivers yesterday and today totaled 9,200, and it’s expected to take two more days, totaling 8,000.

Also, the wages for Skinny and his six people today are 3,000, with 6,000 for the next two days.

Liu Meng’s wages for three days are 3,000.

These are the major expenses; as for other expenses like food, Qi Yun just paid out of his own pocket.

After careful calculation, the total cost is 577,000.

In terms of investment proportion, Wei Yong invested 170,000, which is 29.46%.

Old Feng invested 70,000, which is 12.13%.

Peng Ge invested 50,000, which is 9.67%.

Little Huangmao invested 7,000, which is 1.22%.

While Qi Yun himself invested 270,000, plus the wages advanced for these two days, which is 47.52%.

After dividing the money according to their respective proportions, everyone happily went home.

Only Liu Meng walked to the door and returned, frowning as he sat down again.

Qi Yun looked at him in confusion and asked, "What’s wrong, Meng Ge?"

Liu Meng thought for a moment and said, "I just helped you sell some goods, and you gave me 1,000 bucks, isn’t that a bit too much? Others only got 500."

Qi Yun smiled, thinking this guy is really an honest man.

He patted Liu Meng on the shoulder and put on a serious expression: "Meng Ge, you’re being too polite. You not only helped sell the goods, but also ran around a lot. You deserve this money."

Liu Meng was still a bit hesitant, scratching his head and saying, "That’s true, but I feel a little embarrassed."

"You’ve earned it through your hard work. I trust you to help collect the money; I can’t trust others.

If you feel uneasy, after these few busy days, catch some fish and invite me over for a drink at your place."

Upon hearing this, Liu Meng finally stood up and said, "Alright, after we’re done, I’ll invite you over for a good drink."

Qi Yun nodded with a smile: "Great! Hurry back home, it’s not early anymore."

After sending off Liu Meng, Qi Yun transferred the shares to Old Feng and Peng Ge.

He then sent a message summarizing the day’s situation.

Besides expressing astonishment at the high profits, the two had no unnecessary courteous thanks.

Today’s income was 142,000, and together with the 100,000 worth of jade sold yesterday, Qi Yun now had nearly 250,000 in his account.

Thinking for a moment, he immediately transferred 110,000 to Old Wang to repay him first.

Minutes later, he received a text reminder of a 10,000 deposit.

Old Wang returned 10,000 to him.

Qi Yun smiled and shook his head, not insisting anymore, deciding to repay Little Huangmao together in a few days.

With 150,000 left, after selling these goods, there should be enough to repay the bank.

However, he still planned to call to discuss with the other party if some interest could be waived.

The 150,000 debt from two years ago, with compound interest, had now reached 210,000 on the bill...

"A little less is still something..."

Feeling bored, Qi Yun lay on the bed, casually watching the news on his phone.

Suddenly, a local news headline caught his eye.

"Qiu Yuanshan, Deputy Secretary of Kaiyuan Street, suffered from a sudden illness, failed to be rescued, and unfortunately passed away the day before yesterday."

Qiu Yuanshan!

Qi Yun’s heart skipped a beat.

Was it the guy mentioned in the previous intel?

How did he just die?

He clicked on the headline to enter the details, browsed through, and then started searching online for information about the person.

Qiu Yuanshan, male, Han ethnicity...

As he swiped the screen with his fingers, a photo of Qiu Yuanshan appeared before Qi Yun.

His pupils dilated instantly, looking surprised.

"Why does this guy... look kind of like Qiu Jiahao..."

He heard Qiu Jiahao’s dad seemed to be a leader on some street, could it be Qiu Yuanshan?

Qi Yun compared a video of Qiu Jiahao and felt more and more that his guess was probably right.

"No wonder Shen Wanting divorced Qiu Jiahao, turns out his dad’s gone..."

That connects the dots...

With Qiu Jiahao’s temperament, losing his father’s protection, who knows what trouble he might get into in the future. His father’s tainted money might soon be squandered by him.

Seeing the situation, Shen Wanting quickly made a cut; now divorced, she might even get a share.

Fits her style of doing things.

Good at judging the situation, as always, is this woman’s strong suit.

As for that black USB drive... now that Qiu Yuanshan is gone, probably no one will trace it anymore, right?

Unless there’s a third person who knows about the USB... but that probability seems quite small.

After figuring these things out, Qi Yun didn’t dwell on it anymore and continued scrolling through the news.

Time quietly passed, finally reaching midnight.

[Today’s Intelligence (Red): The New District Court will conduct a second auction today for a housing unit at Vanke Mansion. Due to the owner’s complex social relationships, no one is willing to bid.

The owner is implicated in multiple criminal cases and was arrested in another location by the security authorities last night.

Basic information of the house: Vanke Mansion Building 2, Room 301, with a construction area of 68.21 square meters, starting price 362,200, equivalent to a starting unit price of about 5,309 per square meter.]

Seeing the unit price of a little over five thousand per square meter, Qi Yun almost split his face with a smile.

Vanke Mansion is considered a relatively good community in this city, with market resale prices not below 10,000 per square meter.

Because auctioned properties might have many hidden problems, like ownership issues, mortgage issues, or residents refusing to move out.

So, people are generally cautious about such properties, fearing a loss of money.

However, according to the intelligence, it seems that the original owner is simply difficult to deal with, and no one dares to buy it.

It’s like finding a great deal.

A nearly 70 square meter house is probably a one-bedroom, Qi Yun decided to buy it first. Later, he could either live in it or rent it out.

He immediately looked up the process for participating in a property auction online, then registered and paid a 40,000 deposit on the auction system.

If he successfully bid, the remaining payment for the house must be paid in full within 15 days.

Once those frozen shrimps are sold, he should have around 300,000 coming in, so Qi Yun wasn’t too worried about not being able to pay the balance.

Early the next morning, after breakfast, a few trucks loaded with frozen shrimp set off again from Xia Ping Village.

Qi Yun chose the same old spot from yesterday, and just after setting up the stall, customers started coming over to buy.

After a day of fermentation, the price increase news had completely spread.

The glasses-wearing aunt from yesterday morning came back again, and this time without saying much, bought two pieces directly.

Before long, Qi Yun’s stall was swarmed with people.

This scene made the two middle-aged men not far away very envious.

"Bro, they sold so much yesterday, how come they haven’t sold out and are back today? Should we change places to sell?"

"These days, this market has the most people. Where else can we go?" The other middle-aged man looked displeased, thought for a moment, and then whispered, "How about this..."