While Qin Dashi kept putting forward eight or nine suggestions in a row, He Muqing finally lost her patience, punching him squarely in the shoulder and shouting angrily, "Are you really serving the country? How can you keep making so many demands? Are you truly contributing to the nation by bargaining and haggling like this? Do you feel you've earned the trust and expectations of the country and the people who've nurtured you?" Come on—what century are we living in? Still acting all lofty. Eighty Electronic Book Do you think I'm some athlete trained for years by the General Administration of Sports, spending hundreds of millions of yuan? Even when giving a speech to receive an award, I have to put my institution first. I was kidnapped as a child—only just returned a few months ago. What have the great nation and its people done for me? You, Ms. He, come from a distinguished family, always under the spotlight since birth. But if it had been you who was kidnapped, I'm sure your grandfather would have dispatched tens of thousands of people to search for you. Have anyone ever cared about my life or even my safety? How can it be that light work is expected without any demands being made? Wei Qingtian remained calm and waved his hand, saying, "Most of the demands proposed by Xiao Feng are reasonable. Xiao Qing, please keep your remarks to a minimum. Xiao Feng, what further requests do you have? Please state them all now!" He Mei stared at Qin Feng with eyes wide open—requesting a direct promotion to two levels higher was indeed reasonable, and so were the demands for greater autonomy and higher compensation. Undoubtedly, it was a mix of envy and resentment. As the granddaughter most cherished by Wei's Vice Chairman, she herself hadn't received such treatment, and how could she allow another person—especially someone she deeply disliked—to enjoy it? Qin, the young lord, paid no attention to her. If not for the presence of the elder, he would have already given her a good scolding right there—being a leader wasn't an excuse for being unreasonable, was it? The leader must also be held accountable when he makes mistakes. Others may hesitate to reprimand you, but I, Qin Feng, am not afraid of you. After a moment's pause, he said, "Beyond that, there's nothing else—just implement the points I've previously proposed. Oh, by the way, I also need the special privileges enjoyed by senior officers. My father isn't being overly demanding; you must know this. Food safety in the Celestial Kingdom is a major issue. As a cultivator, I have to consume daily meals that are often toxic. If my health suffers, how will I fulfill the tasks you've entrusted to me? I wouldn't be able to face the people of Jiangdong with any dignity!" So far, none of the highly virtuous He ladies has ever reached out to the organization. The old man was just as prompt as when he had previously agreed to offer him a high salary: "It's just special supply, rest assured—I'll have my people send a message to the Military District of Pingluan City. We'll deliver supplies to your home twice a week. Just let them know how many people you need!" Hey, how truly generous you are, Qin Dashao smiled warmly and gave his thumbs-up. Having outlined the conditions, the next step was to discuss the specifics of the mission. The old man pulled out a photo from his pocket and placed it on the table: "Your task is to get close to her, win her trust, and then connect with more cultivators—gain access to their inner circle!" Qin Feng looked down at the photo, nearly spitting out his saliva. The woman in the picture was absolutely stunning—beautiful face, graceful figure, and an air of pure innocence. He really wanted to ask: Did you make a mistake, Grandfather? Are you absolutely sure you want me to approach her? Wei Qingtian didn't notice the change in his expression and continued speaking, "She's Lin Caiwei, nineteen years old, a sophomore at a university in Plain City. According to the records, she's a descendant of an ancient cultivation family—extremely secretive, with very limited information available to you. What sets Lin Caiwei apart from other cultivators is that she's always lived a conventional life—through elementary school, junior high, high school, and into university—following the exact same path as ordinary children." "University student, huh," Qin Dashi tried hard to contain himself, but still couldn't help spilling a little saliva, quickly swallowing it back. He Mengqing, on the other hand, was deeply disapproving, thinking to herself: "Can you be any more embarrassing? You've got several girlfriends already, yet you still can't manage to be more attentive. Just wait—eventually, I'll make you pay for having your feet on multiple boats." Among the girls around Qin Feng, Mei Hui is a senior corporate professional, Shu Ya Jing is a police officer, Huang Xiao Zhi is a high school student, and Fang Fang, though only recently graduated, was already working at a company when she first met him—truly, there's still a gap for a full-time university student. The old man continued, "To facilitate your getting to know her, I've arranged for your transfer. You'll be enrolling as a university student from abroad at Plain City University, joining Lin Caivie as a classmate!" Qin, who was already secretly delighted, immediately widened his eyes in astonishment: "Wait—what?" Going to university? Seriously? My friend speaks over ten foreign languages fluently; in physics and chemistry, my expertise is only slightly behind that of Professor Hou Bao, who holds three doctoral degrees; as for literature, I've read world classics since childhood—should I want to, I could easily write a book. As for etiquette and interpersonal skills, I'm equally proficient. How can any of these qualities be acquired in a university setting? In other words, which university could possibly teach a student like Qin Feng—really, it's like showing off at the doorstep of a renowned school. The old man thought he might back out, so he quickly said, "It's not as terrible as you imagine. You should know that university life isn't all that different from herding sheep. Once you get on campus, no matter what you do—missing classes, skipping lectures—I won't even ask about it. No teacher will ever bother you. All you need to do is simply complete your assignments!" "Of course I know you're going to make another request," he huffed. "That's actually the main reason I've been considering you for the mission. You're able to effortlessly move among several girls—securing one more isn't going to be a problem, is it?"