Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 585 - 391: Rejection

Beside the Huangpu River, a certain residential area.

The light was still on in the study room, where a man in his fifties was looking at the documents on the desk. Opposite him, Brother Feng, the Crown Prince of the Magic City, had been standing for nearly half an hour.

Since coming home, his father hadn’t said a word, only silently looking at the documents, which made him a bit anxious.

"Dad, I was wrong." Brother Feng stood straight, slightly afraid, with his head bowed.

Since he was a child, his father was the one he was most afraid of. No matter how he acted outside, he dared not be presumptuous in front of his father.

Old Zhang finally put down the pen in his hand, looked up at him, his gaze as calm as a still lake.

"Where did you go wrong?"

Brother Feng pursed his lips, "I shouldn’t have almost gotten into a conflict with Qi Yun without fully understanding his identity, bringing risk to the family..."

Being the leading figure in the younger generation of the circle, he relied not only on the title of Crown Prince, but also on his cunning and skills naturally.

From the moment his father called him back suddenly, he realized that something was off with that Qi Yun, whose identity might not be simple...

Old Zhang nodded, without any blame in his tone, "I know you value Ding family’s resources and want to make them work for you, that’s a good thing."

"But you cannot underestimate any opponent, ignoring the heroes of the world."

"Making mistakes is not scary, I can allow you to make countless mistakes, but you must learn from them."

"Your identity easily makes you lose your sense of awe, and that’s very dangerous..."

After hearing this, Brother Feng felt ashamed. His father was right; his identity destined him not to be like ordinary people. No matter where he went, there were always many people flattering him, which, over time, made him arrogant.

Even though he always appeared humble superficially, deep down, he was arrogant and didn’t really respect many people.

Only those few in the north...

Brother Feng took a deep breath, speaking sincerely, "Yes, Dad, I understand."

"Hmm, go and rest." Old Zhang waved his hand, saying no more. Different levels of people educate their children in different ways.

Meanwhile, in the Pudong District’s Hai J compound.

Ji Kai was also facing his father’s inquiries.

Unlike Old Zhang’s reaction, Old Ji looked satisfied after hearing Ji Kai’s account, "Well done! Didn’t embarrass your old man!"

"Since you’ve chosen to befriend that kid, you must be firm in your stand! Either stand not, or stand firmly!"

Ji Kai nonchalantly picked up his father’s cigarette box, "I understand, if Zhang Feng hadn’t backed down earlier, I certainly wouldn’t have let him off."

"At that time, I had already planned, if things turned ugly, I’d immediately call over my cousins."

Old Ji listened, the smile in his eyes deepened, leaning back in his chair, he continued, "Your uncle went through a lot of trouble to get you this position. You should work well there, maintain a good relationship with that Qi Yun, and after the project ends, he has other plans for you."

"I know, Dad."

"Hmm, off you go."

Ji Kai chuckled, casually putting the special edition cigarette into his pocket as he left the room. Outside, he said to a middle-aged man sitting in the living room, "Uncle Han, it’s your turn."

"Alright." The middle-aged man, referred to as Uncle Han, stood up, straightened his clothes, and then walked into the study.

Old Ji, upon seeing him enter, simultaneously searched for something on the desk and gestured him over, "Old Han, come sit."

Old Han nodded and sat down opposite the desk.

"Damn it, this little brat!" Old Ji cursed.

"What’s up? Did Xiao Kai cause trouble again?" Old Han laughed and asked.

Kids growing up in the compound are generally lively, unwilling to suffer losses, and often causing trouble day after day.

"No." Old Ji chuckled, then briefly recounted what Ji Kai did at the bar earlier.

Old Han also laughed after hearing it, pondered for a moment, then mused, "I just don’t know if that gentleman might overthink..."

Old Ji didn’t pay it any mind, pursed his lips, "Who cares what he thinks, I don’t give a damn."

Saying that, he stood up, walked to the window, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and said with deep meaning, "To advance further, I think he’s still lacking a bit."

...

The next day, Qi Yun received a message from Lu Xingye that they had results from the investigation into Changrong Shipping’s major shareholder, Zhang Wei, which he had asked him to help with before.

This former Crown Prince’s life story is quite dramatic, almost worthy of a movie.

Originally born with a silver spoon, with a bright future ahead, he gave up all the family assets over a dispute with his father for a flight attendant when he was young.

Later, when his old man passed away, he left most of his Changrong Shipping shares to him.

According to the current market value of Changrong Shipping, those 12% shares are worth over a hundred billion, which is an enormous fortune.

However, this also aroused the jealousy of his two brothers, who secretly colluded with company executives to squeeze him out of the core power circle.

Disheartened, Zhang Wei grew tired of the intrigues in the business world and didn’t want to fight with his brothers anymore, hence, the idea of selling off his shares and leaving materialized.

Looking at the information Lu Xingye had gathered, Qi Yun pondered for a moment, then took out his phone and dialed Zhang Wei’s number.

The phone rang several times before it was answered. A low voice came from the other end, not revealing much emotion, "Who is it?"

"Mr. Zhang, hello, my name is Qi Yun."

"Qi Yun?" The person on the other end paused, as if recalling.

Not many people knew this personal number, and he couldn’t remember a person named Qi Yun.

"Sorry, I don’t seem to know you."

Qi Yun detected the wariness in the other’s words and went straight to the point, "Indeed, you don’t know me. I got your number through a friend."

"The reason I’m calling is to discuss the Changrong Shipping shares. I heard you’re considering selling your shares."

A couple of seconds of silence passed, and Zhang Wei’s voice came through again, "Sorry, I’m not sure where you got that information, but you might be mistaken. I have no intention of selling my shares."

"Please don’t call me again."

After saying this, he didn’t give Qi Yun a chance to explain and hung up.

Qi Yun listened to the busy tone on the receiver, a hint of bewilderment crossing his face.

No intention of selling?

Could the system’s information be wrong?

But that seems unlikely...

Qi Yun wiped his face, pondering for a good while before roughly guessing the reason.

The other party probably didn’t trust him, hence the outright rejection.

In such a transaction involving billions, if you’re not an acquaintance from within the circle or don’t have an intermediary, no one would readily engage with you.

Any slight mistake could potentially cause severe fluctuations in the company’s stock price.

And Qi Yun lacked experience in negotiations of such magnitude, which led to this oversight.

Understanding this, he rubbed his chin and dialed another number.

"Hello, Mr. Wei..."