?Reading on mobile phone The inspection team didn't even let Qin Feng treat them to lunch—they simply took the bus back to Beijing. Since everyone had left, what was the point of adding extra shifts? Qin, the young executive, issued an order: "Lock the main gates. All employees are to stay home after noon. We'll still pay their overtime!" He figured this money would cover their meals, entertainment, and leisure—after all, it was now in the hands of his own staff, which was better than having a steamed bun chased by a dog. Thus, the incident involving the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology officials visiting a company in Plain City faded quietly, with not a single news item appearing in newspapers or on television. The story of Qin's bold stand against the inspection team officials was spun into countless versions within Qin Group headquarters, with the most widely circulated one being: that on that day, Qin's chairman was so startled that his demeanor shifted dramatically, his "Oriental turtle-like" composure instantly overwhelmed the inspection team members, who were all stunned and eventually bowed to Qin's authority. When he personally heard the rumor firsthand, his whole body trembled—almost falling off the staircase. Of course, there's another widely circulated version, yet everyone who hears it simply doesn't believe it: it's said that Qin, the young executive, invited those people to nightclubs, took their unseemly photos, then threatened them. With their leverage now in his hands, they had no choice but to cooperate. The person who crafted this version was deeply frustrated—how could it be that such a true story, only slightly enhanced with artistic flair, wasn't believed by anyone? This person is Luo Man, the beautiful manager from the Human Resources Department. Even when she presented it to others, not only did people from other departments fail to believe it, but even her own team members didn't. It clearly demonstrates that Qin's personal integrity is so exceptional that it's beginning to drive her to frustration. Upon returning to Beijing, the visiting officials reported to higher-ups what they had "seen and heard," and thanks to their persistent efforts, the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology finally abandoned its initial stance. From then on, the hand that had been squeezing the throat disappeared, and the contract between Qin Group and the First Automotive Company remained valid. The new plant site was chosen in the neighboring city, covering thousands of acres. The mayor of the neighboring city was delighted—offering the most favorable policies and dispatching teams to expedite road construction, building a wide, direct highway linking the plant entrance to the expressway. An investment of billions, especially in partnership with foreign enterprises—how much face must the local city party leadership gain from this? Just look at the mayor of a neighboring city. If there were no benefits, why would he go to such lengths? He proactively lowered land prices to白菜-level rates, offered tax exemptions, invested in road construction, and was visibly enthusiastic and active. Regarding this, Lian Mingfei not only envied and resented Qin Feng but also harbored strong resentment toward him. He believed that although his proposed terms weren't as generous as Qin Feng's, one could always negotiate if the other wasn't satisfied. Could it be that he, Lian, was such a stingy person? People are like this: when someone comes to you for assistance, they display all sorts of courtesy and formality; but once someone else handles the matter more efficiently and promptly, the first person completely forgets the courtesies they once showed—what remains is only resentment toward the person who actually received the help. Lian Mingfei tapped the desk with the knuckles of his fingers while muttering, "Since your Qin Group doesn't take me seriously, there's no point in being polite to you. Honestly, I've been given only a fraction of the support I deserve. Wu Dong, Wu Dong—had you still been here, this would have been child's play for you. Now I have to step in personally. And Huang—Huang keeps opposing me at every turn. I'm leaving Pinglu City? You won't even get a chance to sit on the post of Party Secretary!" To this day, he still doesn't know Wu Dong's true identity. Crack! Crack! The group of sparrows that had been perched on the power lines, quietly observing the girls' dormitory, were all startled and took flight at the astonishing, thunderous cry from Qin, who had just announced something truly miraculous. Several of them fell first, only realizing they needed to flap their wings afterward, or else they would have been crushed. A flurry of complaints flew out the window. It was a Sunday, and the girls, known for their early rising, now found themselves staying in bed a little longer—many were jolted awake straight from their dreams by Qin’s dramatic call. Qin didn’t panic or flee, but kept shouting, “Wēi-wēi! I’m here!” He had repeated this over a dozen times. Even with his strong voice, by the time he reached the later calls, he was visibly winded and his voice had grown increasingly strained, sounding more like a mallard duck’s call. Finally, Lin Caivé, her hair damp from the morning mist, peered out the window, exasperated and said, “What on earth are you doing? Don’t you think it’s embarrassing?” "Qin, I kept waving the flower in my hand, then looked completely innocent and said, 'You've never responded at all—so of course I have to keep calling out, to show that I'm persistent!' 'Persistent? You're a big fool. I was washing my hair in the bathroom and you didn't even notice!' the beautiful woman complained. 'Haha, I thought you'd be willing to listen to me,' he smiled, looking rather smug. 'Come on, let's go shopping together!' Countless girls peeked out their heads. When they saw that the person was coming to see Lin Caivi, they all abandoned their plans to toss water bottles and worn socks, and instead started watching the scene unfold. Over the past year, this very situation has happened countless times—Lin, the beautiful woman, has never once come downstairs to accept a gift from any suitor. 'Not interested,' she said, sounding rather unimpressed. 'Oh, really!' The girls began cheering. 'You want to court the school's top girl, but it seems like you still lack some real credentials. If a single flower bouquet were enough to win her over, wouldn't she already be engaged?' Qin Da's keen eyes rolled around several times, unwillingly saying, "If you don't like shopping, how about we go to my place? I've been working on some projects—believe me, you'll find them interesting. Plus, I have quite a few goldfish at home; you'll surely enjoy them..." I swear, asking the beautiful lady to admire goldfish—this guy has real flair. All the girls stared wide-eyed, praying fervently for this bold fellow, hoping he wouldn't meet a terrible fate. Either a brutal beating—or one, indeed.