?Reading on mobile phones and jointly establishing a factory with the world's top automotive manufacturer—this dream is beyond the reach of even China's strongest companies. The elders at Bao Li Electronics were stunned, as if it had happened in a dream. If this is true, the name of Qin Group will resonate globally. After Mei Hui finished reading the fax content, Qin Feng smiled and said, "Everyone, I'll immediately arrange for the CFO to handle the withdrawal procedures for you. Rest assured, my father's words are always binding. I, Qin Feng, will certainly uphold them—your funds will be settled promptly." The elders were no fools; they clearly understood that the company was about to experience a dramatic transformation. With such rapid growth, withdrawing investment at this moment would be premature—there simply wouldn't be time to make new investments. "Director Qin, the CFO doesn't need to rush." "The elder who was leading changed his address to him and smiled warmly, 'Just now, we were only joking. After all, all of us have been long-standing shareholders of Qin Group—our fates have been closely tied to the company!' Qin Feng furrowed his brow, 'That doesn't make sense. Didn't you just earlier insist on withdrawing your investments and even question my identity? As the saying goes, a forcibly squeezed watermelon tastes bitter. I won't pressure you. Leaving the company is your right—your freedom.' The elder quickly added, 'Of course, you're Wei's son—there's no doubt about that. We've all reviewed the DNA match results. Qin Director, I suddenly remember something important at home that requires my immediate return! Please stay seated—don't stand up. No need for me to see you off. I'm off now!' One after another, the elders, embarrassed but firm, insisted they wouldn't withdraw their investments, and then hurriedly made their exits, as if afraid someone might pressure them to leave." The once-noisy boardroom now remained with only Qin Feng, Mei Hui, and Fang Fang. Fang Fang hummed, "What a bunch of profit-driven people! How can their faces be so thick?" Mei Hui had grown used to this by now and asked curiously, "Xiao Feng, actually, agreeing to their withdrawal of investment isn't such a bad thing—after all, we can just absorb some losses on a few projects. We can always cover the gaps with bank loans. It's better than having to share their gains." Qin Feng smiled mysteriously, "Our partnership with Tong Yong Company wasn't forged overnight. From factory construction and production line setup to full-scale operation and profitability, it takes several months—possibly even over a year. This gives us ample time to gradually restructure these old men. We won't have to bear the losses from their withdrawal, nor will we have to pay off loan interest. What's not to like?" The elegant CEO suddenly realized—it was a case of using their chickens to hatch our eggs, without having to feed the chickens ourselves. A win-win all around. She reached out and gave Qin Dashi a pat on the shoulder, then raised her thumb in approval. "Xiao Feng, you truly are a cunning and deceitful one—managing to keep a group of seasoned, shrewd shareholders completely off balance. Remarkable!" Qin Feng found this praise rather odd—how could one praise someone as scheming and tricky while simultaneously giving them a thumbs-up? Watching his puzzled expression, Fang Fang couldn't help but chuckle softly. Thus, the shareholder issue that had troubled Mei Hui for days was fundamentally resolved. The beautiful woman, He, remained composed, while Shu, the young officer, kept her delicate, rosy eyes scanning the room, full of curiosity—this was her first visit to such a high-end office building. "Good morning, both of you! What brings you here today?" Qin Feng, usually polished and literary, sounded awkward and self-conscious as he said it, quite undermining his usual image. No need to look at the ID card closely—the address listed is his current home, and the date of birth is accurate. The passport requires even less attention: when he was on Death Island, he had hundreds of such documents, all forged, yet they were so convincing they could pass for genuine. In fact, they were more refined and authentic-looking than any real ones. As for the military officer’s ID—this was what Qin Daxiao found most interesting. Opening the document, the unit listed beneath his name was the Special Brigade directly under the Ministry of Defense, with the rank of lieutenant. Wait—lieutenant? That seems a bit low. Last time, he was trampled underfoot by a lieutenant, a mere junior officer! He glanced at Qin Feng with a look of mild disapproval and said, “A lieutenant is already considered small—what rank do you actually want?” Qin Feng, rubbing his hands with a self-conscious air, replied, “I won’t even think about majors or generals. At the very least, I’d like to be a full general. What’s the issue with staring at me? The one who last bothered me was a colonel with two stars and four stripes—how am I supposed to "He pretty much wanted to break into a loud scolding, saying, 'Still a major? Do you think this is some supermarket chili sauce?' Qin Feng also felt his demands were a bit excessive and willingly downgraded them: 'At the very least, I'd expect a captain's rank—lieutenant is the lowest in the military!' He was even more incensed: 'Do you want a major or a lieutenant colonel? I've served for years and finally earned a major! Your direct superior is only a major—give me a major, and then you're not just my subordinate, you're my superior!' Qin Feng sighed, saying, 'Fine, you're the boss now. Honestly, even if I get a major, it's not a big deal. Think about it—I'm a major myself, yet I'd have to listen to you, a lieutenant colonel—doesn't that give you more prestige?' As for prestige, not a bit of it—He directly threw the ashtray from the table, determined to knock him senseless. Qin Da-Shao reached out and caught it, placing it back neatly on the table." At that moment, Shu, the young officer, raised a small hand, speaking softly, "Both leaders, may I also join you? I don't need to be in charge—I'd be very happy just to serve as a regular soldier!" Qin Feng couldn't help but smile quietly—there truly were people who worked for free, without asking for anything in return. He Ming looked at her as if she were an alien, knowing well what department this was—how could someone possibly want to join?