?Reading on phone And indeed, it was Mei Hui, just as Qin Feng had expected. Eighty Electronic Book The beautiful CEO held a fax in her hand and called out to the two people engaged in a tender moment, "Good news—the world's largest automotive company has proactively reached out to us, proposing a joint factory venture. They'll provide the capital, we'll bring the technology, and the equity will be split 70% to 30% in our favor!" Fang was able to push Qin Feng away, who had been taking advantage of her, and excitedly said, "That's wonderful! This not only resolves the long-standing disagreements among our shareholders, but also establishes a partnership with the largest automotive company. Our Qin Group's performance will surely soar!" The two women clapped hands with genuine enthusiasm, their joy overflowing—only a jump or two away from dancing. As for Qin Feng, he remained composed and calm. The CEO freed her hand and pushed him gently, huffing, "What? Are you not happy? This is real good news—solid, tangible progress. That company used to look down on us completely!" When Hou Bao's three-speed dual-clutch transmission was first developed, Qin Group had proactively reached out to the company, presenting the new product. But the company barely glanced at it, let alone considered a partnership. Eventually, with no other choice, Qin Group teamed up with Zongda, a German automotive giant that was facing a scandal involving its dual-clutch transmission. Although they managed to secure a good price, it was still a compromise—both Mei Hui and Hou Bao had hoped to partner with the largest automotive enterprises to enhance Qin Group's international profile. Qin the young heir shrugged and said, "How could I not be delighted? This initiative was entirely my doing. It's just that I didn't have the surprise element from you two." The female CEO narrowed her eyes. "You mean you personally arranged this?" "Do you doubt it?" "Qin Feng smiled and said, 'You wouldn't think this is a gift from heaven, would you? Without some behind-the-scenes push, wouldn't a company of that size have taken notice of our research achievements?' Mei Hui frowned slightly. Last time's failure did indeed show that they didn't take much notice of Qin Group, a smaller enterprise. But this time, they've come to us with an active offer—so generous in fact that Qin Group only needs to provide technology, and perhaps add some R&D responsibilities for product updates, and they'll receive a 30% stake. It's as if they're giving us money for free." The two women gave him a withering look, yet they were genuinely curious—Mei Hui was especially eager. Without consulting Fang Fang, she simply leaned in and kissed him directly on the face, then urged her: "Hurry up, it's your turn. We'll do it together later." Though shy, Fang Fang couldn't resist the pressure of her superior boss, so she too kissed him first, and then the two women shared a double kiss with him. Qin, now fully embraced, held Fang's waist in his left arm and cradled Mei's翘臀 in his right, thoroughly delighted. Only then did he speak, saying: "A year ago, while I was on duty in Europe, I came across another group and discovered that their mission target was actually the daughter of my employer. I kindly informed them of this. Following my advice, they reinforced their security team and even set up a trap that captured all the assassins. Since then, both the father and daughter have deeply appreciated me." To his surprise, this father was the chairman of a major conglomerate, and the world's largest automobile company was part of his corporate group. Two days ago, Qin Feng had sent an email to the daughter of this chairman, introducing in detail the new scientific and technological achievements of the Qin Group, and requesting them to proceed as a life-saver. That's how the fax in Mei Hui's hands came about. "Ahem..." A slightly abrupt cough rang out, and both women instinctively stepped back from Qin Feng's embrace. Mei Hui's assistant stood outside, calm and composed, speaking: "Madam President Mei, the board members have all arrived and are now awaiting your opening of this week's board meeting." "Got it. I'll be there right away," Mei Hui replied, her cheeks flushed. In the past, the board members always found excuses to delay attending meetings. Since Qin Wei's passing, however, they have become remarkably proactive, consistently arriving early without any prior notice. Their objective was clear—they wanted to pressure Mei Hui and Hou Bao into surrendering their authority so they could secure even greater benefits for themselves. Qin Feng brightened: "The board meeting? Hui'er, would you mind if I joined you?" The elegant CEO smiled gracefully: "As the future chairman, you certainly have the right to attend. With this fax, I think they'll have no choice but to yield. Fang Fang, you come along too. Whenever I'm busy, the board meetings will be yours to chair." The three of them headed toward the conference room. Inside, the room was shrouded in smoke. A group of dozen elderly men sat in quiet contemplation—some bald, others with dull, unassuming eyes, and a few with oddly unremarkable appearances. The youngest among them were already old enough to be Qin Feng's uncles. As soon as they entered, both Hui and Fang Feng furrowed their brows, both of them finding the smoke quite oppressive. Yet the beautiful CEO maintained her signature smile and introduced, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is Qin Feng, the eldest son of our late president. He is currently handling the estate succession procedures with the relevant departments, and he will serve as our company's future chairman." All the elderly sons looked unconvinced, with one particularly sharp-featured elder being especially dismissive. Opening his mouth with a rather frog-like voice, he said, "If he's to be the future chairman, appearing at this board meeting now seems rather showy. Young man, don't you know what 'subtlety' means? Qin Wei has always been better at it than you. I hear you've only recently come onto the scene—so is it really Qin Wei's biological son?" Someone immediately added, "Exactly. If Qin Yu isn't his biological son, then isn't that saying Qin Wei has been living with a mistress all these years, raising a son without any clear explanation?" If it were my words, I’d never bring these matters up—no matter what, I’d always uphold the dignity of my late father. What do you think? They’re openly questioning Qin Feng—not just his status, but his character as well. In Chinese culture, death is paramount; as a descendant, one can only highlight the virtues of the deceased and never mention any flaws. Mei Hui remained composed, surprised that these elders were so unceremonious. Qin Feng chuckled, turning to the two elders who had questioned him: "It’s true—what’s false cannot be true, and what’s true cannot be false. Elder, I can see you don’t like me, and likewise, I’ve always found you rather unappealing."