The driver had assumed that, after delivering this well-reasoned, impassioned speech that would surely settle the matter for thousands of ordinary citizens, the security guard would promptly lift the barrier with eagerness, then bow and apologize for his serious lapse—thus restoring his dignity. Due to the first vehicle's sudden braking, the following cars reacted almost simultaneously, and had it not been handled smoothly, they would have collided. The driver and the security guard stared at each other for several seconds, and only then did the guard emerge slowly from the pavilion, one finger gently holding a rubber rod, allowing it to sway back and forth at his fingertips. With the driver positioned above him, the guard had to tilt his head upward, so that he now faced the driver through his nose. In a lazy, measured tone, the guard hummed, “According to our company policy, all external vehicles are strictly prohibited from entering!” "The driver and the upper-level leaders were absolutely furious—what do you mean we came to inspect? How can we inspect if we're not allowed to enter? You've got the nerve to block off the official state vehicles! However, out of humanitarian consideration, our company has introduced another rule: foreign vehicles are permitted to enter..." The security guard interjected before the crowd erupted. The leaders felt much better upon hearing this. But the next part of the security guard's announcement nearly sent them into a fit of rage: "…vehicles may enter, but they must undergo inspection to confirm that no 'three-category items'—as defined by the Ministry of Public Security—are present inside!" Good heavens, a 'three-category items' check? Do you think we're at a train station or an airport? How could there possibly be any such items in the official vehicles of national government departments?—certainly not! The security guard waved his hand, and four or five colleagues rushed over, nearly shouting in unison: "Open the door! Undergo inspection!" The drivers were all startled, as if something serious had happened to a senior official on board—when in fact, they were there to carry out a routine investigation. Several officials were genuinely furious. The deputy director of the Industrial Division under the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology, a position roughly equivalent to a county-level official—comparable to a county party secretary—was especially incensed. Though his title wasn't high, he was a Beijing official, and as the saying goes, "Beijing officials are always one level above when they go out." Even if a deputy prefectural-level party leader arrived, he would have to bow and pay respect to him. Yet now, a mere security guard from a small private enterprise, someone who normally just guards the entrance, dared to stop their vehicles and demand inspections—wasn't there even a rule of procedure? The drivers were stunned and all opened their car doors without hesitation. The security staff also showed good sense—no one got on board to conduct inspections, merely sticking their heads in and scanning the interiors back and forth. "Wow," one of them exclaimed, "that's why so many officials prefer to travel in such cars—the inside is truly luxurious!" A security guard's genuine admiration left the leaders—usually proud of being public servants—flushed and embarrassed. "Hey, what are you looking at? You there, the one with the broad shoulders and round face—how can you be watching a third-tier film? Turn it off!" The man described as broad-shouldered and round-faced turned crimson, all the way to his ears. What third-tier film? This is an art film titled "The Journey to Diligence"—do you understand? The scene on screen was absolutely dynamic, which made it easy for the security guard to misidentify it, and naturally, the broad-shouldered man had little to object. The lead security officer, with a condescending tone, addressed the group of leaders now boiling with anger: "It's really just a formality—we simply couldn't possibly check every leader's vehicle, huh? Just let them pass!" A formality? That's what it's called a formality. After everything had been checked, they only said it was a formality. If it hadn't been a formality, would they have had to go through personal searches one by one? As the barrier rose, several security guards bolted for the door, disappearing without a trace, leaving the leaders with nowhere to vent their frustration. One of Chen Kai's assistants interjected, "Why bother with these gatekeepers? After all, their company's fate rests entirely in your hands. Once you meet their executives, they'll surely have their say—just how they want it." Chen Kai snapped, "They absolutely have to suffer. A small private enterprise, with just a modest research achievement, now acts as if it's flying high on its own!" Just as everyone was beginning to wonder, those with sharp eyes noticed the welcome banner laid out on the ground outside, now fully foot-printed, with the words "Ministry of Industry and Information Technology Leaders" standing out prominently. Chen Kai stared in disbelief: "What on earth is going on? The banner has come loose—could it be that someone has impersonated us and already made a visit?" Come on, who would dare? In this day and age, with such high levels of information technology, how could anyone possibly impersonate a government official? He sent his secretary: "Go down and find out what's really happening!" As a government official, one must maintain dignity—absolutely no one should be left unattended without a proper reception. That's principle. The secretary nodded and asked the driver to open the door, then stepped down to head straight for the main hall. Two minutes later, the secretary walked down the stairs looking embarrassed and said to Chen Kai, "The front desk told us they've already called the HR manager, who will then inform the chairman. They also said..." Seeing the secretary clearly at a loss, Chen Kai asked, "What else did they say?" The secretary, with the air of someone ready to make the ultimate sacrifice, replied, "They also said that since all the leaders have arrived, they'd better hurry up and go upstairs—the chairman has been waiting in his office for quite some time!" How could they possibly ask everyone to go upstairs so urgently? Who would actually make the request? Had this been any ordinary official, the first reaction upon hearing this would surely have been to storm off. Chen Kai had wanted to do just that, but then he thought—since entering the main gate, he had already endured a series of humiliations. To simply walk away now would be too generous. He would go up, and he'd see what the Qin Group had to offer. He'd find out just how bold they were in their demeanor. At the top floor window, Mei Hui watched the leaders gradually getting off the car, each one expressing growing dissatisfaction, and sighed, "Xiao Feng, this time we've really gone too far. Have you thought about how we're going to handle this? Don't let the fact that the other side only has a deputy director fool you—she's already enough to sink us!" Qin, the young man holding her waist, spoke with ease, "Instead of bowing and scraping, let's be direct and firm. Even if we treat this deputy director well and she brings favorable words back to Qin Group, will that make any real difference to the outcome? If the department head has already made up his mind to challenge us, will he really change his stance just because of a few kind words from her subordinate?" If we're going to fight, let's fight hard. As a private enterprise with little power and influence, the best way to survive in such struggles is to stand firmly on principle while relentlessly casting aspersions on the other side. Intentional lateness, arrogance, and occupying the company's additional work time—these will become the most advantageous weapons for Qin's young lord.