A hurried bureau director walked into the restaurant, first noticing six figures kneeling in a line on the ground, led by a second-rank police inspector. Six officers kneeling together—especially all at once—was something that had never happened before. The director, upon receiving a report from his subordinates, knew immediately that things had taken a serious turn. He drove straight over, rushing through several red lights, and as soon as he entered, respectfully asked, “Which of you is Major Qin?” Major Qin responded calmly. The director thought it must be him. It was said that in the Special Operations Unit, the most assertive member was a young man in his twenties—though not much older, he possessed exceptional skills and a strong professional background. It was precisely he who had orchestrated the removal of two military district commanders. The director bowed and said, “Good morning, Major Qin. This is a misunderstanding—please don’t take it to heart. I’ll bear full responsibility for my staff’s shortcomings. Would you kindly forgive these rather impetuous individuals?” Outside, the ambulance had arrived long before. As the chief culprit of this incident, the pig farmer naturally had no chance to ride with the team to the hospital. Now, in pain, he was gritting his teeth, sweating profusely, and looked utterly ridiculous. Qin Feng sneered, "Right now, it's not a matter of whether I'm willing to forgive them—it's my friend!" He pointed to his companion, Yapo. "My friend was disturbed by that dead pig, so I gave him a good kick. After all, we're all men. Isn't that reasonable?" "Morally, it's absolutely justified—any man would do the same." The Director had wanted to say that such a course of action wasn't legally permissible, but as soon as the words formed, he changed them back to the earlier ones. "Exactly so." "Qin Feng slammed the table and said, 'But that fat pig won't bend, won't yield. He feels he's the master of this plot of land and acts like a lord—any decent person would quietly swallow their pride and endure, yet he calls up his cousin, the one who's been the most generous in terms of resources. That officer is even more assertive—without asking any questions, he wants to arrest me and claims he'll keep me locked up for a year or so, accusing me of refusing to comply and assaulting the police!' The director wiped a bead of sweat and glanced sharply at the second-level police inspector, smiling apologetically, 'It's our fault. Please calm down, Major Qin!' 'I'm not upset. My friend is.' "Qin Feng pointed again at Yashie and said, 'This beautiful young lady—do you know who she is? I'll tell you the truth: she is the only daughter of Gessenkate, the world's wealthiest person, and also a distinguished guest of mine, Qin Feng. Today, we came here to enjoy a pleasant meal, only to encounter such a disappointing situation. Moreover, Miss Kate's safety has been threatened, and her personal dignity has been severely insulted. What are we to do now?' The head of the bureau wiped more sweat from his forehead. Two of the most crucial figures—notifications had reached him just two days ago, from above, demanding that he maintain a high standard of public order and leave a positive impression on Miss Kate and her party. Now, he had directly offended the main guests. The once-secure fat man finally realized the gravity of his missteps and pleaded, 'Mr. Qin, Miss Kate—I'm truly sorry. I've been blind all along. I wanted to provide for Miss Kate, yet I failed completely. I'm not just a man—I'm a born fool. Please forgive me!' "Yaspo glanced at Qin Dashi and then said, 'This matter, I'll fully delegate to Mr. Qin!' Qin Feng huffed, 'A fat pig—when you make a mistake, you have to be punished. You dared to flirt with Miss Kate, so I kicked you. If you had accepted that at the time, we could have been fine. But you called in your brother, who's a policeman, and now you're having me arrested, pointing a gun at me. How do you expect to settle this score?' The fat pig was nearly ready to give up, pleading, 'I'll pay you—money. One hundred thousand yuan for mental damages. Please forgive me. Give me a chance to redeem myself!' Qin Feng smiled, 'Well, you've shown some sense. Didn't you originally plan to claim ten thousand yuan from me? That's what you call kicking a stone at your own feet!' 'Yes, yes, I'll never do it again,' the fat pig quickly arranged for a cash payment of one hundred thousand yuan. Yaspo simply didn't care about this small amount, nor did Qin Feng." The fat pig thought he had escaped unscathed, believing that a little loss was worth it, and was just about to feel relieved when Qin the young man spoke again: "All this money—you earned it through hard work. If I were to simply take it away, I’d truly feel a bit uncomfortable!" The pig’s eyes brightened. He wondered what this meant—was he being pitied, and would he be spared compensation? If that were the case, that would indeed be wonderful. Though ten thousand yuan might not be a large sum, it still equaled a full week’s profit. Qin then changed course: "I’d like to use these ten thousand yuan to purchase your entire shop!" "What?" The pig stared in astonishment. "Isn’t that a bit much? Never mind—my friend, I’m not short of funds. I’ll even take a small loss if necessary." He smiled warmly. "You shouldn’t feel embarrassed at all. Since I’m offering such a generous price, just accept it with confidence!" The pig’s eyes were practically popping out. This restaurant alone had spent three or four million on renovations, plus another several hundred thousand on tables and chairs, kitchen equipment, and tableware—totaling over five million. Yet they wanted to sell it for just ten million. How could they possibly expect anything less than a robbery? "The director also began to press, saying, 'Exactly! This is such a great opportunity—once you miss it, you'll definitely regret it!' What could the fat pig say but sigh? He wasn't stupid; he clearly understood what they meant. With a determined expression, he said, 'Alright, I'm willing to sell the store to you!' Qin Feng extended one finger, shaking it gently and saying, 'Not to me, but to Miss Kate!' Yapo was taken aback and asked, 'Why to me?' 'Hehe,' said Qin Feng, 'who else was bothering you just now? And how can a beautiful Miss Yapo have no business in the Chinese homeland?' He smiled and added, 'From now on, you'll be the owner of this store. As the owner, you'll have to come by often—don't follow the example of some people who just leave it to the sidelines!'