After leaving the securities building, Qi Yun took Wang Fei home and then drove to the rented office.
As soon as he reached the door, he saw Zhong Rui mopping the floor.
Qi Yun nodded in satisfaction. Although this office location was hardly used, the other party's attitude was commendable.
Zhong Rui heard the sound of a car locking at the door, poked his head out, saw it was Qi Yun, and immediately came forward to greet him.
"Boss!"
Qi Yun nodded at him, "Mm, did you find that jersey from last night?"
"It's in your office."
"My office?"
Qi Yun went inside, one of the three rooms had a set of office desks, sofas, and coffee tables.
The other room had only a simple desk and a chair.
Zhong Rui walked to the desk, picked up the framed jersey, and handed it to Qi Yun.
Qi Yun picked it up and looked at it, the white number seven of Real Madrid. Who knows how much this thing could sell for.
