?Mobile reading Compared to those wearing world-renowned brands—some even custom-designed for them—Qin Feng's domestically produced label still seemed a bit lacking. Eighty Electronics Despite Qin's refined demeanor, and since he came along with Mei Hui, coupled with the existing antagonism, he quickly became a target of criticism. Indeed, even before entering the building, he was already being put to the test. The interviewers asked him in clear, well-articulated English—something that would have been a significant embarrassment if Qin Feng didn't understand the language. Mei Hui narrowed her eyes, but Qin Feng, anticipating her reaction, calmly responded in more fluent English: "I work at Qin Group. My name is Qin Feng, and I'm on the same floor as Mei President." The audience was initially surprised, but those who considered themselves superior soon began to look down on him—wasn't it impressive to be on the same floor as Mei Hui? After all, Mei had already secured the president's position, and there had been no announcement of a new vice president at Qin Group—so he must simply be an assistant. At Qin Feng's age, it was already a great honor to serve as an assistant to Mei Hui. The second person to offer criticism immediately stepped forward and asked in fluent French, "Could you please tell me what specific responsibilities you have?" Could French really be a challenge for someone who's a heavyweight killer active across Europe and North America—mastering several languages is the very foundation of such a career? Qin Feng smiled and replied in even more standard French, "I don't have any specific duties; most of the time, I just accompany Mei General as she tours through various departments." Everyone found this quite endearing—indeed, he was a true small player. Yet Qin Feng seemed to have developed a passion for speaking foreign languages, going on to deliver a series of remarks in German, Portuguese, Italian, Swedish, and Dutch. The self-assured individuals immediately exchanged glances; only a few could understand German and Italian, one or two managed Portuguese, but by the time Swedish and Dutch came up, everyone had turned into listeners of a foreign script. Qin Feng was still modest. If he were to add a few more sentences in American, Indian, or Middle Eastern languages, these people would surely go crazy. These so-called elites were truly generous to rush out and show off their English so soon—after only learning a few phrases! Mei Hui felt immensely proud. In terms of language alone, Qin Feng clearly surpassed you all these well-bred young men by a wide margin, let alone in other areas. The two of them walked into the hotel together, under the admiring eyes of the guests. In the opulent ballroom, men and women dressed elegantly, each holding a glass of wine, striving to present their most polished selves. After the reception officially began, senior executives from major corporations and headhunters would appear—being selected by them was a great honor. "Mei, and Xiao Feng, right here!" Fang Fang waved enthusiastically to greet them. Qin Feng was momentarily surprised: "How come Fang Fang is also here?" Mei Hui looked at him with a thoughtful expression and said, "Isn't she supposed to be able to come?" You thought Fang Fang also wanted to attract a wealthy husband, didn't you? That's completely wrong—I arranged for her to come. From now on, she'll be my assistant, and such large gatherings will help her broaden her horizons. "Ah, really?" Qin Feng smiled warmly and walked toward Fang Fang. Today, the elegant woman wore a white evening gown with a half-shoulder design, revealing her other side of smooth, porcelain-like skin. Her hair was elegantly coiffed, adorned with a refined headpiece, and her sharp chin and delicate neck stood out—clearly more refined than those girls who insisted on unbuttoning their blouses and skirts all the way to the waist. Qin Feng had intended to gently take her hand, but he ended up being a step behind—Mei Hui had already reached out and grasped Fang Fang's hand. "How do you feel, Fang Fang?" the beautiful executive asked with a smile. Fang Fang shook her head and said, "I'm not really comfortable in this kind of setting. Just now, so many people came up to me, saying all sorts of things, and I had to politely decline each one." Most of those who approached her started by praising Fang Fang's beauty; some even brought diamond rings and car keys, directly asking for a relationship—these people's lack of reserve made her deeply unimpressed. Mei Hui smiled and said, "This is completely normal. A beautiful, graceful, and spirited woman is always an irresistible target for men. It seems you've already learned how to say no—this is very important, because many people simply don't know how to refuse others, and end up creating endless complications for themselves." Qin Feng stared at her with a look of exasperation—here they were, finally in class, and Mei, the CEO, was clearly putting in genuine effort. In a corner, two discreet figures stood quietly. On the left was Qin Yu, who had looked exactly like Qin's son countless times over; the other man had a neat, large haircut and eyes gleaming with sharpness. "Mr. Wu, that man is the one who's impersonating my brother. I'll be relying on you to handle him shortly," Qin Yu whispered, his eyes full of venom as he spoke. The well-groomed man patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, I'll make sure he doesn't enjoy himself. Just remember your promise when things work out." Qin Yu straightened his spine: "You're right—she's just a woman. I'll find an opportunity to invite Mei Hui out, and when she's drinking, I'll add a little something to her beverage. As for where Wu Young wants to take her, he can have his pick of rooms." Wu Young's eyes sparkled with lust, and he couldn't help but chuckle. He glanced at Qin Feng with disdain and said, "It's well known that the son of the Qin family is Qin Yu. When did Qin Feng suddenly appear? He didn't show up earlier or later—he only emerged after Qin Wei passed away. That makes one naturally question your motives." Upon hearing Wu Shao's remarks, the crowd began to murmur. The succession struggle within the Qin family had long been a matter of public knowledge in the business circles. Qin Feng coldly smiled, "Friend, these remarks were surely the result of your recent private discussions with Qin Yu in the corner. I'd like to offer you a piece of advice—this isn't something you can interfere with. Go wherever it's cool." Wu Shao instantly turned crimson, feeling deeply embarrassed to be publicly exposed. Yet, he didn't want to appear defeated just yet. With a sniff, he said, "You're quite arrogant, young man. Do you know who the real master of this place is? It's me. Right now, I can have you kicked out. Believe me?" As soon as he finished speaking, several security personnel stepped forward and glared at Qin Feng. Mei Hui couldn't take it anymore: "Wu, this is how your family treats its guests?" Qin Feng smiled and said: "Wu, go and bring out Qin Yu. After all, whether or not I'm the real one, let him decide—doesn't that make it clearer?" Wu thought to himself: You're setting yourself up for failure. As soon as Qin Yu says in front of everyone that you're fake, you'll have no choice but to leave.