Qin Feng’s words gave everyone a great deal of confidence. If they could indeed establish connections in the capital, even if they weren’t prominent figures with deep backgrounds, handling a deputy director of a municipal tax bureau would be as easy as crushing an ant. One executive vice president stood up, holding up his fist and said, “A small tax bureau, really—thinking they could disrupt our company? That’s pure fantasy! Qin Director, Mei Director, as long as we all work together, nothing can overcome the Qin Group.” Mei Hui smiled and said, “Exactly! Since the current issue is now resolved, let’s all go back to our respective posts and get ready for the next round of challenges.” As people began to leave, the large conference room was left with only her, Qin Feng, and the beautiful assistant Fang Fang. With no one else present, Mei Hui got straight to the point: “Feng, what exactly do you mean by the connections you’ve established in the capital?” "Yes, you don't seem very familiar with people from the capital, do you?" Fang Fang thought similarly that she knew him well and had never heard him mention any connections in the capital. Qin, the young count, shrugged and smiled, "In the capital, I only know one person. But isn't one person enough?" "Who?" both women asked at the same time. "You all know her, don't you? I mean, didn't you forget? It's my superior, the beautiful He Muqing," he replied. "When subordinates have problems, shouldn't the supervisor step in?" Fang Fang frowned, "How reliable is she? In the military world, people might give her a bit of face, but the military strictly doesn't allow political interference." Mei Hui shared the same doubt. Qin Feng reminded them, "The power behind that girl is quite strong—her grandfather, I needn't elaborate on that, isn't he not only a leading figure in the military but also a major player in politics?" In China, the more prominent someone is, the harder it becomes to distinguish whether they belong to the military or the political sphere, isn't that right? That's absolutely true—consider the country's top leader who simultaneously holds the positions of Party General Secretary, President of the State, and Chairman of the Central Military Commission. Can you clearly say whether he belongs to the party world, the political world, or the military world? "Heh, then it's up to our Qin young lord—let's quickly invite the leadership to step in and resolve this crisis for us," the beautiful CEO smiled. Back in her office, Qin, through a special communication channel, reached out to his long-missed leader, the lovely Ms. He. After listening to his account, Ms. He didn't even bother to show much enthusiasm, simply yawned: "I thought this was something really important—calling me so early in the morning, disturbing my peaceful sleep." "What? In the morning? I said it's two in the afternoon, right? Are you sure you're actually in China?" Qin was stunned. "Of course—where else would I be if not in China?" "My military status means I can't go abroad," Hao Meiren said with a huff. "I didn't even get to sleep until after breakfast yesterday—what about you? Your little problems, please don't bother me. I simply don't have the energy to deal with them." It was clear she was truly upset—otherwise she wouldn't have gone from 'auntie' to 'mama'. "Don't worry!" Qin, the young executive, quickly interjected. "If you don't help me, my entire team will be in a mess. And then I'll be pulled in too. If you have assignments coming down to me at this very moment, I won't be able to give you my full attention—your big project will suffer, and I simply can't afford that." "Then just don't assign me anything. After all, you'll probably just be turning down the requests anyway," Hao Muqing knew him well and had perfectly pinpointed his real thoughts. Qin Feng, trying to maintain his composure, added, "Manager, please rest assured—I'm absolutely not someone who would let you down like that." To be honest, the gun you took last time—ah, the one I gave you, from Qin's brand—was a Qin family product. If my company ever goes under, we'll definitely face a major issue with ammunition and spare parts supply. In that case, I can always send you any new products developed in my lab. That should work, right? This is essentially a subtle way of flattery, strictly speaking, a move to bring the leadership on board. "Ha…!" Hu, the beautiful woman, yawned loudly on the phone and remarked, "Well, you've certainly learned how to talk. I'll reluctantly agree to help you with this little favor. But before the sun sets, don't call me again!" Qin, the young man, smiled quietly and hung up. The finance team and the tax officers were getting more and more persistent. With growing evidence and strong backing from senior management, Yang had become increasingly assertive—no longer just commanding his subordinates, but also treating company employees with an air of authority. The finance department staff were furious but had no choice but to bow and scrape, patiently supporting these people's work, deeply frustrated inside. "You're the finance manager, aren't you? Go fetch your so-called Mei General. With such serious financial issues, how is she managing as a CEO?" Yang Deputy Director sneered. The manager calmly asked, "What kind of serious issues are we talking about? How come we haven't noticed anything?" Yang narrowed his eyes and said, "If I were your CEO, I'd first remove you—what exactly are you doing here? Well, I won't bother you with such petty complaints. Just go fetch Mei right away. Otherwise, I'll issue an order to seal the books!" Sealing the books is a very serious matter for a company—it effectively halts all business operations. The finance manager knew well that he couldn't stand up to the bigger power and quickly dialed Mei Hui's number. It was Fang Fang who answered, saying Mei was busy and couldn't handle the matter at the moment, though Qin Director had already gone down to the office. They specifically named Mr. Mei to come down—what's the point of Mr. Qin coming at all? Nevertheless, someone has finally come down to take charge, which is better than no one showing up. The Finance Department manager has started sweating again. Mr. Qin Feng's appearance has greatly angered Deputy Director Yang: "You've been playing games, haven't you? I asked for the CEO to come and talk with me. Instead, you send over a young, inexperienced person—what does that mean? Are you not taking us seriously?" Since Deputy Director Yang found Mr. Qin quite young, he assumed he was no more than an assistant-level executive. Plus, he had already come with the intention of finding fault, and even if Ms. Mei personally came, he expected a good deal of criticism. The Finance Department manager was about to step forward to argue, but was stopped by Mr. Qin Feng, who calmly addressed Deputy Director Ma: "Don't be so fiery. Remember, this isn't your little patch of land." "Isn't that right? This young man dares to speak to me like this—will you not pay for it?" Deputy Director Yang still maintained his lofty posture. Qin Feng smiled and said, "You're right—this truly is my patch of land. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Qin Feng, the chairman of this company. Mr. Yang, don't you think I'm too young to be talking to you seriously?" Yang was taken aback—how could the chairman be so young?