Yao Yuzhong also lowered his head, not daring to meet Qi Yun's gaze.
Qi Yun lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then slowly said, "Old Yao, you've indeed helped me this time, so I'll give you two conditions."
"First, like Master Qin, I'll give you ten million, and also help you apply for two days of leave so someone can accompany you back to see your daughter."
"Second, I'll arrange for a reduction in your sentence, striving to have you released before the new year."
Yao Yuzhong abruptly raised his head, his cloudy eyes bursting with an incredulous light, even his lips slightly trembled.
He looked at Qi Yun, then at Qin Sizhi, as if wanting to confirm from the latter's face that this wasn't a joke.
"Director Qi... Are you... Are you serious?"
Despite having anticipated it, he still couldn't suppress his excitement when Qi Yun actually said it out loud.
