?Mobile reading Chen Hu and Chen Bao stood before Qin Dashi, smiling politely and bowing low. Since the incident on the Third Street, these two had initially sought out various people to retaliate against Qin Feng. Upon learning that Qin Feng had drawn the attention of a powerful faction, they cheerfully settled into a passive observer role, watching the situation unfold. They had assumed Qin Feng would suffer a severe fate and had learned from the side that this powerful faction hailed from a guild known as Shengmen. Du Bin's Water Dragon Guild was undoubtedly strong—ranking second in the city's underworld in overall strength, truly commanding influence and respect. Yet within Shengmen, they were merely a minor player. However, the outcome turned out to be quite different: Qin Feng remained unharmed throughout, while several rumors emerged suggesting that Shengmen had actually suffered significant losses. The two brothers had originally planned to leverage their connection with Du Bin to join Shengmen. Upon hearing the latest developments, after a brief discussion, they decided it was best to abandon that plan. As the saying goes, "It's not hard to find good goods, but it's hard to compare them side by side—once you do, Qin Feng clearly comes out on top. Why not use the excuse that 'you don't know someone until you meet them' to build a good relationship with him?" Thus, the two brothers found themselves in front of him. Qin Feng had always looked down on such people, thinking that someone with hands and feet should be doing something practical, rather than getting involved in the underworld. But then he realized that in the current situation of the Huaxia nation, these people were indeed useful when needed. Chen Bao smiled and said, "Mr. Qin, everything has been arranged smoothly." "No hiccups, have there?" Qin Feng asked. Chen Hu quickly replied, "Absolutely not. I assigned my most office-like young colleague to drive a vehicle with a fake license plate—the presence and demeanor were simply impressive." Qin Feng waved his hand and said, "Mimicking the appearance isn't enough—what counts is being convincing at first, only to be questioned within minutes. That's real skill." Chen Bao stepped forward, bowing slightly with a humble expression, as if eager to please: "On this Qin Dashi shrugged and handed him a thick envelope. "This is your compensation. I'll notify you in advance when we'll release the people." Chen Bao and his brother exchanged a glance, holding the envelope between both hands. "Qin Young Sir, this is all we expected to do—nothing more than a small favor. To take your money is quite formal of you. In truth, we both sincerely wish to follow you. We don't really need the money." Qin Feng waved his hand. "Anyone who contributes should be rewarded. I have other matters to attend to. You go ahead and handle your affairs." He still wasn't eager to build deep relationships with these people. The model of doing business—where you handle the work and I provide the payment—was essential. Qin Dashi certainly didn't want to take on the task of kidnapping children. Delegating it to Chen's brothers was a perfect choice. The Li family is in a complete mess. Li Changgui is deeply invested in this child, who is officially his grandson but effectively his son—so much so that he can truly be said to carry him like something precious, afraid it might melt in his mouth or break when held. Just now, the child had returned from kindergarten, where he erupted in a fit of anger at the hospital administration. There are clear surveillance videos from the kindergarten gate showing a vehicle bearing the health and family planning commission license plate. Li, the deputy director, has repeatedly used this very car to pick up his son. As for whether it's a fake license, the hospital administration stated they are not the traffic police, so this matter falls outside their jurisdiction. Should they file a police report? Li Changgui had just formed that idea when his son gave him a solid slap, leaving him stunned. For the first time in his life, Li Changgui had been beaten by his son. "I'm just as worried about Little Bao being lost," Li Changgui said, glaring at his son, "He wasn't even under my care. Are you taking medication that's making you confused?" "Had his family not stopped him, Deputy Li still wanted to go up and give his father another slap, pull out the lab report from his briefcase, and throw it all at his father's face, shouting in nearly hysterical tones, 'That's your son, not mine! What's wrong with me hitting him? When I'm giving your son a green hat, you have grounds to complain—shouldn't I have hit him?' The ripple effect was immediate—his son hitting his father, and now his mother and daughter were in a tangle of arguments. Then the phone rang. Deputy Li silenced everyone and picked it up: '...Three million? How come you didn't go after them yourselves? How could I possibly have that much money? Are you all mad?' A cold laugh came through the speaker: 'Li Changgui, either pay the three million to secure your people, or we'll bury your grandson—no, actually, your son. By the way, do you think your father, who's been wearing a green hat for years, knows about this?" "What if you don't mind looking foolish? Then go file a police report. I'm sure the police will be eager to share this major news with the media—haha!" To calm the family, he turned on the hands-free mode, only to end up with such a result. Li, the Deputy Director, glared at his disheveled wife: "You'll just have to sign the divorce agreement. Since it's not my son who's been kidnapped, you're completely off the hook!" With that, he strode off. Li Changgui stood dumbfounded. Though he was the second-largest shareholder of Qin Group, most of his funds had been invested elsewhere, leaving only a few million in liquid cash. The other side demanded three million—something that felt like a death sentence. He had called over a dozen people, but none were willing to lend him money. It wasn't surprising. These days, securing a loan is no easy feat. When asked about the purpose of the loan, Li Changgui stammered, unable to come up with a convincing reason—how could anyone possibly believe him? He had to focus on the money he had thrown into the transaction, but all of it was futures, with several months still until delivery—there was no way he could access the cash! In the end, he placed his hopes on Qin Group. Qin Group was about to experience a major leap in development, and with his own shares as collateral, borrowing three million should be no problem—given the current market value of his shares, it would easily exceed three million. Mei Hui neither refused nor immediately agreed; she simply said she would consider it. The kidnappers soon called back and scheduled the transaction for the following afternoon. Li Changgui became a nervous wreck, personally visiting the Qin Group headquarters. After being informed that the chairman was away, he went straight to Qin Feng. Compared to his performance at the last shareholders' meeting, the old man had become remarkably courteous, nodding and bowing so gracefully that he seemed on the verge of kneeling to the young Qin heir. After listening to his "account," Qin Feng showed no sympathy, merely stating coldly, "Secured lending is impossible. Aside from selling your equity, nothing else is on the table." Li Changgui was taken aback. "Selling? What price can you offer?" Qin Feng smiled with deliberate significance. "You need thirty million, don't you? Then thirty million it is. You must understand, Mr. Li, it's already a great achievement for me to be willing to acquire your shares. Don't worry about the current stock price or what it might be in the future—those factors have nothing to do with you." Li Changgui slumped down onto the sofa, feeling as though he had fallen into a ditch, though he couldn't quite recall how or what exactly had caused him to fall.