Seeing that Qi Yun wasn't joking, he slowly said, "The only thing I can think of that's worth eight million is a chair made of golden silkwood that's over a hundred years old."
After speaking, he squinted his eyes and looked at Qi Yun: "What, do you have such a treasure in your hands?"
Qi Yun gave him a mysterious smile: "Not right now, but maybe I'll have it tomorrow."
Shi Feng was slightly taken aback: "What do you mean?"
Qi Yun didn't offer further explanation and stood up, saying, "I have a few things to handle. You don't mind accompanying me to Kuche this afternoon, right?"
Shi Feng nodded: "Alright, I'll visit my daughter at school. Give me a call when you depart."
"Okay, I'll head off first. We'll be in touch later."
...
After leaving Qiuyue Pavilion, Qi Yun drove to Tao Ziming's company, having promised yesterday to finalise the investment today.
