Zhao Qing didn't stay long, after all, it was late at night, and there were many inconveniences.
After sending her off, Qi Yun gently coaxed his daughter to sleep, then he also drifted into a deep slumber on the sofa, snoring gradually rising.
When he opened his eyes again, the sky outside was already turning light.
[Intelligence 1 Today (Red): There's an elderly man from a minority ethnic group in Antique Street selling a Zitan Inlaid Shell Jewelry Box from the Republic of China period these days, valued at 48,000 yuan.
Inside the box's secret compartment is a Jadeite Ring, valued at 100,000 yuan.]
[Intelligence 2 Today (Red): Yesterday, Liu Meng took a job demolishing an old abandoned factory, and in the ruins on the east side of the factory, there's a box of vintage Moutai from the 1980s buried.
There are 12 bottles in total, 6 of which are well-preserved, with a value of over 200,000 yuan.]
These two pieces of intelligence today... they're too tempting.
