Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 506 - 321: Yet Another Master

Fu Wentao was also a decisive person. As soon as he got in the car, he called the head of his overseas company, instructing them to temporarily transfer 500 million USD to an intermediary account provided by ASML.

At that time, it was noon in Europe, and as soon as the money was transferred, ASML’s production factory in Eindhoven began preparing for shipment.

In the evening, Fu Wentao hosted a dinner at his home to entertain Qi Yun, and during the meal, he took the opportunity to say a few good words on behalf of his good friend, Li Yaohua.

After listening, Fu Wentao chuckled and asked, "Did he ask you to put in a good word for him?"

"Yes, Brother Li has mentioned many times that he can learn a lot by being around you, and it helps him grow," Qi Yun replied with a grin.

Fu Wentao nodded, "Alright, since President Qi has spoken, how could I not give face?"

"Hey, big brother, you shouldn’t say that; it overwhelms me," Qi Yun hurriedly waved his hand.

The meal was enjoyed by all, and just as it was about to end, Qi Yun learned an unpleasant piece of news from Fu Wentao.

"Uncle Tong isn’t doing well; he probably won’t last many days. Since you’re here, you might as well visit him. Otherwise, you might not see him next time."

Qi Yun’s hand, holding the wine glass, suddenly stopped, the smile on his face instantly fading, and his voice grew somber: "When I last visited Beijing, he still seemed quite spirited, how did he suddenly..."

Fu Wentao put down his chopsticks, his tone heavy as well: "They diagnosed him with late-stage liver cancer years ago; his organs are completely failing. As he puts it, living until now is already a bonus."

Qi Yun opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say for a moment. After a long pause, he tentatively asked, "I have some very precious medicines; for Uncle Tong’s condition..."

"It’s no use," Fu Wentao interrupted, waving his hand. "Do you think your old brother lacks money? Our families have been friends for generations. If there was a chance, I would definitely make sure he lived another two years."

"When you’re old, this day will inevitably come."

"The main thing is, the old man himself doesn’t want to struggle anymore..."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun let out a long sigh in his heart, finally raising his glass to take a sip, finding no taste in it.

He felt grateful to Uncle Tong; without his deliberate guidance, Qi Yun, with his small stature, would not have even had the chance to sit at the same table and drink with a big shot like Fu Wentao, let alone meet him.

So if he could save the man’s life, he wouldn’t mind giving away some treasures. But if Uncle Tong himself had no ties and wanted to end it sooner, there was not much more he could do...

Fu Wentao lit a cigarette and, after taking a couple of puffs, continued, "The reason I’m telling you this is, firstly, I want you to see the old man."

"Also, the youngster by his side, Xiao Wu, is a treasure. Don’t be deceived by his youth; his skills are extraordinary, and he’s from a prestigious school."

"If you can recruit him, you’ll thank me in the future."

Qi Yun paused for a moment, realizing that the Xiao Wu Fu Wentao mentioned was the young man beside Uncle Tong.

Chen Wei had already told him before that he sensed an extremely dangerous aura from that young man.

For someone capable of making a top special forces member like Chen Wei feel danger, that person’s strength must be substantial...

"Second Brother Fu isn’t interested in this person?" Qi Yun asked back.

When he had picked up Fu Wentao from the airport earlier, he noticed that Fu Wentao didn’t seem to have any bodyguards, which didn’t align with his impression of a big shot, since even he had several bodyguards.

Not that it’s about showing off for the sake of appearances, but having reached a certain position, who hasn’t offended a few people?

Fu Wentao smiled and shook his head, "I don’t need it."

...

The next day, Qi Yun, along with Chen Wei, went to the courtyard house located in the city center.

The person who opened the door was none other than the Xiao Wu Fu Wentao mentioned last night.

Qi Yun gave him a second look and explained his visit, "I heard that Uncle Tong isn’t doing well and came specifically to see him."

Xiao Wu’s face showed a trace of sadness, he nodded, stepped aside, and led the two of them into the annex room.

When they pushed open the carved wooden door, a faint scent of Chinese herbal medicine wafted out, and sunlight filtered through the window, casting reflections on the tiled floor.

Uncle Tong was half-leaning on the headboard, covered with a thin quilt. His face was much paler compared to the last time Qi Yun saw him, clearly in a state of exhaustion.

When he saw Qi Yun come in, he still made an effort to raise his hand, gesturing for Qi Yun to sit in the chair by the bed.

Qi Yun quickly stepped forward, gently holding Uncle Tong’s hand, "Uncle Tong, I’m in Beijing for some business and came by to see you."

Uncle Tong blinked, and after a long pause, he began to speak in a voice so faint it was almost inaudible, with each word requiring effort, "Good... good..."

Qi Yun sighed, and after a prolonged silence, he leaned closer to ask, "Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

Uncle Tong’s eyes slowly shifted to the old pomegranate tree outside the window, its branches gently swaying in the wind.

His lips moved several times, finally managing a faint smile, and he gently shook his head.

Qi Yun nodded slightly, tucked the quilt around him, then stood up straight, bowed deeply to Uncle Tong, and left the room.

It seems that the last moments of life should be for reminiscing.

In the courtyard, Qi Yun took out a business card and handed it to Xiao Wu, "My contact is on this card. You can reach out to me if you need anything."

Xiao Wu didn’t respond verbally, simply raised his hand to accept the card, silently tucking it into his pocket.

Seeing his state, Qi Yun said no more, nodded, and left with Chen Wei.

This moment wasn’t quite the right time to discuss recruitment; he planned to wait until after Uncle Tong’s affairs were settled.

Back in the car, Qi Yun adjusted his mood and asked Chen Wei, "Brother Wei, what do you think of that young man’s strength?"

Chen Wei started the car, glancing at the gradually receding courtyard in the rearview mirror, "He’s a master."

"How strong?"

Chen Wei pondered for a moment and replied, "Not below me, most likely stronger."

"He looks like he’s only in his twenties, right? To be stronger than you, he must have started practicing martial arts from a very young age," Qi Yun voiced his curiosity.

Chen Wei shook his head, his voice low, "It doesn’t relate to age; martial arts can be divided into external and internal."

"People like us from the army train in external martial arts, focusing on explosive power in bones and muscles; there’s a limit to this strength."

"There’s another kind, internal martial arts, which must be learned from a young age, starting with foundational stance training, then practicing breathing techniques to nurture Inner Strength."

"This practice emphasizes lineage, requiring corresponding cultivation methods and a master’s guidance. True experts with Inner Strength are rare."

"My instructor once said he was incapacitated with one punch by a Taoist master," Chen Wei, unusually loquacious, expressed admiration and respect for so-called internal martial arts.

Qi Yun’s eyes showed surprise, and he asked curiously, "A Taoist master? Like in the movies, walking without leaving traces in the snow, jumping across rooftops?"

Chen Wei shook his head again, "I’ve never seen it myself. Internal martial arts require inner cultivation; those adept at it don’t often walk the worldly path, but what you mentioned shouldn’t be difficult for them."

Qi Yun was internally impressed, realizing that such people indeed existed.