Early next morning, Qi Yun, along with Brother Quan and others, and his elderly father-in-law, boarded a private jet to Shanghai.

The jet was naturally Qi Yun's Gulfstream G700.

His father-in-law, although managing billions and having a personal fortune of tens of billions, is very low-key and rarely appears in the spotlight.

Moreover, he only owns a house in a high-end community in Shanghai, and he has no interest in private jets or luxury yachts.

Perhaps due to his experiences when he was younger, after becoming wealthy Zhao Weilin particularly enjoys doing charity work. He recently donated thirty million to several welfare homes in Province J, a typical Confucian businessman.

This is something Qi Yun admires about him.

Inside the cabin, Zhao Weilin declined the champagne offered by the flight attendant, opened a bottle of mineral water, turned, and asked Qi Yun, "Now you're making such a big scene when you go out; who exactly have you offended?"

"I'm starting to regret giving my daughter to you, kid."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun thought inwardly, "Does your daughter have any say in being with me?"

If it weren't for me secretly helping you, it's questionable whether Zhao Qing would acknowledge you as her father...

Though he thought this inside, he still gave his father-in-law face outwardly.

He casually scratched his ear and replied, "Not really any big guys, just the Imperial Family, the Prime Minister, the Hatoyama Clan, and the UK's fourth-ranked Boot Clan, the descendants of Louis I of France, the Gwen Clan."

"Oh, and the owner of Southern Net One Group."

Just as Zhao Weilin took a sip of water, hearing this made him "poof" directly spray it out, almost dropping the bottle in his hand.

He stared wide-eyed in disbelief at Qi Yun.

The Imperial Family? The Prime Minister? And those terrifyingly old European clans? He calls these "not really any big guys"?

Not to mention these foreign ones, just that Net One Company's owner Ding Sanshi, in the Jiangnan coastal area, is a powerhouse frequently appearing at the top of the Forbes list.

Being enemies with such people is truly not a wise choice.

Shaking in anger, his chest heaving violently, Zhao Weilin exclaimed, "You!... you still want my daughter to lead a peaceful life!?"

Seeing his father-in-law red-faced and swollen-necked with anger, Qi Yun hurriedly reached out to soothe his back, dropping the casual demeanor.

"Uncle, don't worry, I'm fine, and Zhao Qing is also doing well, trust me."

"I'm not someone who loves trouble, but trouble just keeps finding me, and I can't help it."

Zhao Weilin snorted coldly, looking displeased.

Qi Yun knew he was worried about Zhao Qing's safety, so he didn't argue with him.

Blinking his eyes, he said lightly, "Even if I have plenty of adversaries, we also have quite a lot of friends."

"Let's not discuss Director Huang in Shanghai; Director Xiao from Beijing treats me like a brother, Leader Wendong is especially fond of me, and there's Director Fu from the Fu Family, Long Palm from the eastern suburbs..."

"I call Fu Wentao from the Fu Family 'big brother,' and Middle Eastern Little Overlord Salaman is my close friend. So, does that make you feel a bit more at ease?"

Zhao Weilin snapped his head to the side, stunned into silence by the names Qi Yun listed.

He was aware of Qi Yun's connections with Director Huang in Shanghai and Director Xiao in Beijing, but the more he heard the latter names, the more bewildered he became.

Fu Wentao from the Fu Family... Middle Eastern Little Overlord Salaman...

He stared, pointing at Qi Yun, stammering for a long time before squeezing out, "Is... is what you said true?"

It's not that he didn't believe Qi Yun, but those people represent a level he can't even reach...

Qi Yun casually crossed his legs, his face calm as a lake, "A while ago, Fu Wentao visited Province J, you can ask Director Huang and you'll know why he went."

Zhao Weilin swallowed, heart no longer harboring any resentment.

He began to reflect whether his attitude towards Qi Yun in the future should not purposely carry the authority of an elder...

...

The weather in Shanghai today is nice, with a clear blue sky.

Once the Gulfstream G700 landed, Qi Yun separated from his father-in-law and boarded the business car of Sky Shining Energy dispatched for airport pickup.

"President Qi, would you like to go to the hotel for a rest, or do you have other plans?"

The speaker was Qi Yun's secretary at Sky Shining Energy. Although he doesn't often visit this branch, Sky Shining Energy is, after all, a joint venture with a registered capital of several billion, so as the company's second-in-command, it's essential to have all sorts of arrangements.

Qi Yun checked the time, put away his phone, and said, "No hotel, head straight to the Skyline Group headquarters."

Skyline Group, Sky Shining Energy's parent company, is a fully state-owned enterprise, ranking top ten in comprehensive strength in Shanghai's local business sector.

"Okay." The secretary sitting in the passenger seat immediately instructed the driver to head off.

Over an hour later, the business car arrived at the core location of Huangpu District, where the Skyline Group headquarters is situated among this concrete forest.

Qi Yun stepped out of the car, looking at the towering 200-meter glass curtain wall building with a sense of awe.

Even during his most glorious days years ago, he wasn't qualified to enter here, whereas now, a large group of dignitaries clad in suits and ties awaited at the lobby entrance.

Qi Yun's purpose here today is to take office at this group company.

From now on, there will be an office belonging to him in this building.

"Hello, President Qi! Welcome, welcome!" A warm voice interrupted Qi Yun's thoughts as it approached.

The speaker was a middle-aged man, around forty, meticulously styled with slicked-back hair, and even wore a badge on his chest.