?Mobile reading Send Shuyasha home. Qin Feng also visited the office, claiming it was to pick up Mei Hui and Fang Fang after work. Tomorrow is Sunday—no school, no work—so of course they’ll have a good time. Before heading to the office, he called Lin Caiwei and invited her to come over to his place, hoping to finally realize his dream of all four of them sharing one big quilt. Unaccountably, the usually so polite and composed Lin lady simply declined without even thinking, leaving his grand vision in ruins. The revolution has not yet succeeded; comrades still need to strive. After being turned down by Lin Caiwei, he naturally turned to Mei Hui and Fang Fang to make up for the loss. Just as he was about to take action, he was informed that both of them would have to work overtime tomorrow! A specialist from the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology has been assigned to conduct an on-site assessment of Qin’s headquarters. This assessment is crucial—it directly affects whether the cooperation between Qin Group and the world’s leading automotive manufacturer can continue. How could either of the two women possibly afford to slack off? Since it was unclear which departments the leaders from the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology would inspect, all employees in the building were notified to report for work the next day. In fact, there were over a thousand employees in the building, and those who had to work overtime were paid double wages—accumulating hundreds of thousands of yuan per day, which left him deeply concerned and constantly biting his lips. It wasn’t that he was stingy; clearly, the money could have been saved, yet it was wasted simply because of a leadership inspection. Even if the funds were distributed as a welfare benefit, that would have been better than this. Well, after all, they were officials. The next morning, not only Mei Hui and Fang Fang had risen early, but they also dragged him up. With sleepy eyes still slightly blurry, Qin, the young executive, expressed his dissatisfaction: “Why do I have to get up so early? I don’t need to go to school. You take care of your own affairs. I haven’t even stopped you from sleeping longer!” The beautiful CEO glanced at him as she dressed, saying, "Are you really the chairman of the group? During a leadership inspection, you're supposed to be present—didn't you forget last time? When the mayor came for an inspection, you had to personally attend!" Qin Feng hated such official duties more than anything. He had to constantly nod and bow to those plump, self-important executives, making people think he was just his third-generation grandson. "This is crucial—should our partnership with the leading automotive manufacturer fall through, the consequences would be significant. So, I truly believe you should also be involved," said Fang Fang, who was getting ready, standing firmly on the same side as Mei Hui. Following the principle of minority yielding to majority, he looked utterly defeated and got off the bed, beginning to search for his clothes. Half an hour later, the three of them arrived at the group headquarters. Nearly all employees had come in their most alert and composed attire, exuding a strong sense of unity and shared purpose—a warmth that touched Qin Feng, easing the tension from his previously rigid facial expression. According to the human resources department, the leaders from the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology arrived in Pingluan City yesterday afternoon. This time, the collective delay of over twenty minutes that occurred during their previous visit should not happen again. The lobby downstairs is filled with fresh flowers, and a banner welcoming the inspection hangs at the main entrance. The security staff have all been dressed in their brand-new uniforms. As before, the employees in charge of reception are still all beautiful women from various departments, dressed in neat, airline-style business suits and knee-length skirts, with black silk stockings and high heels below. Manager Luoman, who is fully in charge of this reception, wears the same attire as the others, yet her distinct grace makes her stand out remarkably—so much so that Qin, the young executive, immediately spotted her. Under her coordination, all operations run smoothly and efficiently. "Huaihui, this inspection will surely cost us a hundred thousand to one million yuan," he remarked. The beautiful CEO was first taken aback, then smiled and said, "At least it's not too bad—just doubling the overtime pay alone would require setting aside several hundred thousand. Add the costs for plants, clothing, and all the props, and that's a significant sum. But as long as the chairman agrees, any additional investment is worth it. Eventually, we'll make it all back!" As for the latter part of her remarks, Qin's younger brother simply didn't listen—instead, he murmured under his breath, "I must make sure to properly explain this matter to Grandfather Wei. Isn't this a waste of resources? A simple inspection has already resulted in a loss of over a million—my money isn't exactly blowing in the wind!" Regarding his viewpoint, the beautiful CEO found herself utterly speechless. How could she possibly be concerned when she knew the group's annual public relations expenses exceeded twenty million? In the blink of an eye, the people around her had vanished, and then she realized that the man was standing beside Luoman, looking rather smug. "Manman, how have you been lately?" he asked with a mischievous smile. The beautiful manager gave him a withering look. "As long as certain boring people don't keep after me, I'm doing just fine!" "Who do you mean? Who dares to even think of you? Tell me, and I'll take care of him." He said with absolute conviction. Luoman didn't give him any special treatment simply because he was the chairman; she huffed, "That person is you. Do you really think you'll get a chance to reprimand yourself? Then go ahead and slap yourself. I'll clap and cheer from the sidelines—hurry up!" Qin Feng looked utterly exasperated. Didn't he know that I'm your superior? Do you think I won't make you pay back right now? If you don't have the money, then just pay in flesh and blood, alright? Still, he decided to let it go—after all, he had to maintain the dignity of a chairman in front of so many people. He smiled and said, "That doesn't seem at all appropriate. We'll still have to rely on this face to greet the leaders later. A few slap-ups are fine, but if we can't face people anymore, what then? How about this—after the inspection is over, we find a quiet spot, you wear your leather jacket and skirt, hold a leather whip, I'll bring red wine and candles. Let's have a proper evening together!" The young manager glared at him and whispered, "I don't have a thing for S-M play. I'm willing to be the one receiving pleasure—I can certainly find someone to take your turn. But you? You're not going to be comfortable at all!" "Heh, but I just want to play with you," he said, in a flustered tone. Roman knew that if he kept pressing him, he'd only lose the advantage. He shook his hair back and walked off, leaving him alone in the wind, still enjoying the moment. Qin, the young noble, was furious—wasn't he the one who owed him money? Now he was treated like a subordinate, paying back his debts, and if he didn't have cash, he'd be paid in flesh instead. Time was drawing near. A well-ordered line of people stood at the main entrance, with the three beautiful women—Mei Hui, Fang Fang, and Luo Man—leading the way, all beaming with sweet smiles. As time passed, their smiles gradually faded. Qin, the young magnate, who had shown remarkable foresight, laughed loudly from beside the courtyard on the upper floor, and murmured to himself, "Don't be fooled by the fact that I've only just returned home. Compared to you, I know far more about the officials of the Celestial Kingdom. In their minds, tardiness is not only expected—it's a sign of importance. When they come to inspect your company, it's a mark of their regard. Therefore, you must simply wait."