?Mobile reading Regarding the promotion, it had already been settled as a matter of course, so Qin Feng remained exceptionally calm. He smiled warmly at He Muqing and said, "The timing of the leader's arrival is truly perfect—let's sit down and have dinner together. And Manman, everyone is so familiar now, there's no need to be formal!" The leader's expression turned cold. "A promotion is a serious matter. How can we possibly have dinner first? Qin Feng, I've already made it a point to hold the promotion ceremony at your home—this is quite generous. According to protocol, such matters must take place in an official setting!" Qin, the young noble, shrugged, intending to respond, but Shu, the police officer, gently pulled at his sleeve and said, "Get up now—after all, you've been promoted to major general. It's indeed necessary to be more formal." Reluctantly standing up, he asked, "Then let's attend to the official business first, and then have dinner—what's the procedure?" The leader issued her instructions: "Go up and change your clothes. Remember to wear your military dress uniform, and keep your original major general's shoulder boards. Move quickly!" "Understood "Eighty-Eleven Electronic Book," he gave Li, the leader, a rather awkward military salute, then headed upstairs. The man's speed in dressing and undressing was so astonishing that it was almost unbearable—by the time he had just exchanged a few words with Mei Hui, he was already dressed in full military uniform and descending the stairs. Moreover, he walked with a stiff, overly formal pace, marching precisely in place, and his gait was so standardized that if he were in the military, he'd undoubtedly be considered a model. Yet the more impressive this display became, the more Li, the leader, grew increasingly irritated. Luo Man presented a beautifully packaged box, opened it with solemnity, revealing a complete set of shoulder patches—varied according to different uniforms and seasonal changes, with several distinct styles. There was also a new officer's ID card, clearly bearing the rank of Major. With his chest puffed out and head held high, he stood before the beautiful leader and performed another rather theatrical military salute—this one, equally impeccable. The young girls found it fresh and new, naturally forming a line and assembling into an observation group. Hei Leading Officer wrinkled her nose and said to him, "Qin Feng, from this moment on, you are officially a major officer of the Huaxia National Army. I hope you will uphold military discipline and achieve even greater accomplishments in the future!" "Definitely, I will achieve even greater accomplishments," he smiled. Hei Leading Officer skillfully removed his original major officer insignia and took the major officer shoulder boards, reattaching them at the same position. Throughout this process, their bodies were almost pressed closely together. Qin, the young officer, did not raise his head as others did when being promoted—he kept his head lowered, so that his breath gently settled directly onto her delicate face. Hei Leading Officer, who had only lightly applied makeup, felt a slight itchiness on her face from the warmth of his breath. She quickly stepped back, saluted to Qin Feng, and he, in turn, instinctively returned the salute, concluding the ceremony. This left Qin's young brother somewhat dissatisfied. Brother had assembled such a grand lineup as required, expecting the ceremony to last ten to fifteen minutes—yet it ended so quickly. "Isn't it time I praise you a bit?" the leader sniffed. Qin's young brother chuckled: "If the leader isn't too busy, she could certainly give me a few words of praise—my request isn't high at all; just five minutes would be enough!" You're not asking for much—your confidence is simply not yet strong. You're already demanding five minutes of praise. When you finally sacrifice yourself for the country, I'll be happy to praise you for ten minutes free! Of course, all that could only remain unspoken. She said: "Here, there's no one else present—why bother with all these formalities? Well done! Such a splendid meal. As the saying goes, 'It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early.' The leader's expectations aren't high—just open another bottle of French wine, something decent, like Château Lafite, will do." "Let me see—I've heard that even the most affordable wines from Château Lafite cost several thousand yuan. Given your refined character, how could you possibly settle for something cheap? After all, it's not the first time I've been overcharged. Lafite, Lafite it is—serve plenty, as long as you're not afraid to drink until you're sick. With a wave of his hand, several bottles of legendary Lafite appeared magically on the table. The leader smiled warmly, grasping Luoman's hand and saying, "Didn't I say it right? Qin is truly generous. After all the effort we've made to promote him, he'll surely treat us well!" Luoman nodded, eyes lighting up at the plate of braised pork ribs on the table: "It's been a long time since I last had braised pork ribs. Today, I'm going to enjoy it thoroughly!" These two girls truly don't treat themselves as outsiders. Even more frustrating, Qin's female friends have been exceptionally warm and welcoming—Mei Hui and Fang Fang brought them chairs, Su Wu and Chen Yue brought them bowls and chopsticks, and Zhou Muzhi poured them wine. What a perfectly pleasant family gathering dinner turned into a mere reception—it left Qin the young man deeply disappointed, thinking how ungenerous the two of them had been. They were entirely unfussy, helping themselves generously to large portions of meat and hearty drinks. Qin Feng poured himself a full glass and smiled, saying, "Thank you both, Director He and Xiao Manman. To our health!" "You take it, and we'll follow suit," Luo Man replied. "Alright, then—I'll take it, and you can do as you like," he finished off his glass, thinking to himself that no matter how relaxed they were, today he'd make sure they were thoroughly drunk. He then encouraged the girls, "Now, don't just stand there—join the guests in drinking!" "Let me start, ladies. Don't mind me being a bit younger—let's raise our glasses together, or just enjoy our drinks as we are," Huang Xiao-Zhi promptly demonstrated her status as Qin's most reliable aide. With Huang's initiative, the other girls soon followed suit and raised their glasses. In no time, He Liang had finished two glasses of red wine, his cheeks flushed, while Luoman's wine glasses were steadily filling up—though clearly, Luoman had a stronger palate. As the saying goes, "wine strengthens a man's courage." Under the influence of alcohol, He Muqing became more spirited and generous, always raising her glass to a toast and accepting every one with enthusiasm. Luoman grew slightly concerned and began to softly remind him. He looked utterly embarrassed: "Alright, even if I have the intent to be a thief, and the courage to act like one, I still haven't managed to handle my own wife. How could I possibly find time for someone else? What if—why don't we all sleep together tonight? Let's move the master bedroom's big bed, lay down several thick rugs—wah-ha-ha!" The beautiful CEO glanced at him with a look of disbelief, sighed, and remarked, "You must be making things up. There are guests here. If they hear this, how will the ladies feel? They'll be mortified!" "Hey, don't worry," he gave her a mischievous smile. He immediately added, "Qin Feng, I just heard you talking about moving the big bed. Why move it? Are you planning to move house?"