?Reading on mobile phone Takes off his ashtray from the tea table and hurls it at Qin Feng. E-book, 80 Qin, the young lord, remains calm and composed. He reaches out, catches the ashtray smoothly, then flips his wrist—sending the porcelain ashtray flying toward the bald man in a flash. Plink… The ashtray strikes the bald man squarely on the forehead, and he immediately starts spouting blood. The bald man stumbles back, leaning against the chair—though he doesn’t lose consciousness right away. His constitution is quite good. Guan Wenfeng grows increasingly tense, speaking in a trembling voice: “Qin Feng, what exactly do you want?” “Ah, quite interesting,” he replies calmly as he walks over. “You invited me here—you’re now asking me what I want. Guan gentleman, Guan young lord, I’d like to know what you actually want from me!” Guan Wenfeng stands his ground, saying: “Honestly, there’s not much going on. I simply wish for you to leave Mu Qing—leave her completely. As long as you comply, I’ll make sure you won’t go without "Qin Dashi raised an eyebrow: 'Then you'd better tell me exactly what benefits you have in store—otherwise, I'm going to work with you on a blank check. After all, we're both businesspeople; neither of us is stupid!' Guan Wenfeng thought he had seized the moment and regained some confidence, saying, 'Whether in the official or business world, my Guan family can offer you substantial advantages. If you're interested in a career in government, we can immediately assign you a deputy division-level position—your future promotions will be assured. If you're looking to make money, we can provide you with a high-tech enterprise that's entirely under your monopoly. Even without counting the markets you've developed yourself, the annual state procurement alone exceeds ten billion yuan. How about that?' The terms sounded quite attractive, yet they failed to spark Qin Dashi's interest." He hummed, "Now I'm a colonel-level officer. According to the correspondence between rank and administrative level, I've already reached the equivalent of a full department-level position. A salary of one billion per year—well, that's only comparable to the annual revenue of one of my Qin Group's subsidiaries. Your offer isn't particularly generous; it's actually quite demanding!" The handsome man blushed deeply. In truth, he had merely stated this as a matter of course—whether it could actually be realized was entirely beyond his control. His real intention was simply to steady Qin Feng. To his surprise, the other party showed no interest at all—his strategy had completely backfired. He then spun his eyes and added, "I'm referring to the initial conditions. Of course, one can gradually advance in rank, but revenue grows year by year. You need to view this with a long-term perspective, not just focus on the immediate situation!" By heaven, this was pure political rhetoric. Qin, the young man, most despised those who dabbled in politics—people who, in their words, could turn black into white, white into black, and manipulate everything with just a wave of their hands. "That's still just a check in the air, isn't it? Does Guan Shao really plan to sign a contract with me?" He said coldly. "Even if he does, what good will it do? Your father can simply deny everything, let alone anyone else!" Guan immediately added, "A partnership must be built on trust. I promise to keep my word!" "Oh, you're making promises—how about that? You're not even a sprig of cabbage!" Qin Shao kicked him hard, sending him flying with the chair, crashing into the wall. "Don't think you're the crown prince just yet. Even if you were, do you really believe you've got control over everything in the country? Even your father, the top leader, wouldn't dare say such a thing." "You're talking big here, boasting like you've got it all figured out. How can I let you keep acting this way?" Guan stumbled, dazed and out of sorts, crying out in a rather ungraceful manner. Qin Feng then picked up another chair and threw it at him, hitting him squarely on the back, and he cried out again. The bald man had just regained some consciousness when Qin’s fist arrived—before he could even stand up, a punch landed, sending four of his front teeth flying out—and he collapsed unconscious. "Guan was at a loss for words, lifted off the ground by Qin's hand, and then treated to a feast of slaps. Clap, clap, clap... a string of over a dozen sharp slaps, turning his face—once as stunning as a celebrity—into a pig's head. Realizing that a true hero can't lose his advantage, he finally lowered his lofty self-respect and began pleading, 'Qin Feng, please stop! If you keep hitting me, I'll die! I'm sorry—I truly am! Please forgive me!' 'Now you're realizing your mistake? That's not too late,' Qin offered him a face, pausing his slaps and asking, 'If you truly understand your mistake, then tell me—what will you do going forward?' Without hesitation, Guan replied, 'From now on, I'll never bother you again. I'll never target you or He Muqing. I swear!' 'Then what about today's events?' Qin asked again. 'Today's events? Nothing happened at all today. Today, nothing at all.' "Guan Zhuhou truly lives up to the name of a noble family's son—he turns pale and his heart doesn't skip when he lies. Of course, with his current pig-like face, how could he possibly turn pale? "But what about the injuries on your face?" Qin Shao seemed genuinely interested, asking a series of questions. Guan Zhuhou blinked several times, saying, "I accidentally rolled down the stairs and fell—there's absolutely no connection to anyone else. Truly, it was my own fault!" "Heh, since Guan is so determined, how could I possibly hit you again? Actually, I never hit you at all—this is exactly what you said." Qin Shao said with a sharp, mocking tone. "You fell yourself! Oh, what a clumsy move—having your face hit like this. Guan is truly a talent!" Guan, grinning, replied, "Thank you so much—really, I'm not that worthy at all!" "Goodbye," Qin Feng said, releasing him with a cold demeanor. "Make sure you remember what you said. Otherwise, you won't have any luck like this again."