?Mobile reading In a private dining room of a upscale venue in the provincial capital. Eighty Electronics Book A woman dressed in a strikingly elegant manner is clinging to a middle-aged man with a receding hairline, cooing softly, "Husband, you said we'd sell the house, didn't you? But now, just when it's coming down to the final moment, you've changed your mind again!" One of the man's hands has already slipped into the woman's short skirt, and as his fingers move faster, she emits high-pitched cries of excitement. Only after the shouting subsided did the man say, with a look of utter frustration, "Little sprite, your water's getting worse and worse—my whole hand is soaked! Let me be honest: I originally rushed to buy because I was having cash flow issues and needed to liquidate. But now that the crisis is over, we've owned that property for years, always planning to hold it for appreciation. Instead, the developer has vanished. They're only offering a meager interest rate now. How can that be acceptable? If they don't make up the price difference according to current market rates, we're not selling!" The woman, wiping his hands with a tissue, added, "Can they possibly agree? There's no such provision in the compensation terms!" "Those are their unilateral terms—I won't recognize them." "The man coldly remarked, 'Back then, buying the house cost us a fortune. Asking them to make up the difference was already being generous. If that money had been invested in a guarantee company, it would have multiplied by two or three times over. So we can't afford to treat them so cheaply!' The woman thought for a moment, then cooed, 'Could I also receive a larger share of the compensation if I earn more?' The man gently held her chin and smiled, 'You're not just a little sprite—you're also a savvy financial manager. As long as I make a profit, you won't suffer a loss!' 'My dear husband, you're absolutely wonderful,' the woman began, starting to kiss the man's rather old and unattractive face. ... In front of Qin Feng lay a document. He pointed at the photo on it, surprised, 'The largest owner is her—only in her twenties, with no notable background. How could she have secured a 3,000-square-meter office building? What was the property price at that time?'” "Fang Fang replied, 'The original purchase price was 850,000. After tracing the company's financial records, we found that because she bought a large area, she received a substantial discount, bringing the total amount to 22 million.'" "Twenty-two million five years ago wasn't a small sum—what could she possibly have done to deserve such a deal?" Qin Feng couldn't help but glance at the woman in the photo. From the photo, she clearly looked like a beautiful woman, though only a modestly fresh and modern type. The beautiful assistant continued, "The odd part comes even later. Usually, when the discount on the purchase price is this generous, the buyer pays the full amount upfront. Yet this homeowner only paid a down payment of just under 60%, amounting to 13 million. We were genuinely puzzled—was the developer's head really kicked by a donkey?" "Qin Dashi immediately thought of it and smiled, saying, "If I'm not mistaken, this woman must be a lover of some man who has considerable influence—perhaps even someone holding the developer's throat. That's why he's offering the most favorable terms, allowing him to pay only a partial down payment instead of the full amount!" The beautiful assistant tapped the table, "Exactly! She's now asking for compensation based on current market prices, rather than refunding the original purchase amount plus some interest!" Qin Feng shrugged, "What's the reason?" "She claims that if she had invested the money in the investment company, it would have at least tripled by now," Fang Fang explained. "Therefore, she's demanding additional compensation—or else, the deal is off!" How truly imaginative this is! When you invest in an investment company, isn't there still some risk? Maybe you're now losing more than you've gained. Who can guarantee you'll definitely make a profit? Moreover, without Laozi taking over this stalled project, your money would still be stuck inside—it's far from certain whether you'll ever be able to pull it out. Now, though, you want to squeeze me? Dream on. When Fang Fang saw his confident smile, she asked, "Have you come up with a plan?" "Of course," said Qin, lifting her and sitting her on his lap. "I'm having Zhou Uncle investigate who's behind her. If he's cooperative, this whole thing will go unnoticed. But if he's not, I'll have him dead before the week's out!" Zhou Mingchu, though not particularly skilled at handling crisis situations, handled this kind of celebrity news with ease, wrapping it up within less than 24 hours—had he stayed in the small newspaper world, he'd have truly missed his chance. As for Qin, he had already arrived in the provincial capital. On the table between the two faces, there was a photo. Zhou said, "That's the man—Li Nianshan, the director of the Land Bureau. Developers want land, and they all have to get his approval. He's truly a golden position—surely he's been making a good living these years. It's said he's partnered with others in several business ventures outside!" Qin, the young man, shrugged and asked, "Are there any others like this?" Zhou continued, "Li Nianshan's mistress is Song Qi. Song Qi was already being supported by him since university days. She came from a remote mountain village, a poor family, and chose to be supported by him out of necessity. Li Nianshan has several mistresses, but he particularly favors Song Qi. Many of his business assets are registered under her name—perhaps because she comes from a humble background, which gives him more peace of mind. Throughout the land acquisition and construction processes, the developers of the stalled projects have repeatedly offered benefits to Li Nianshan, all of which end up going to Song Qi!" Good heavens—there's so much going on behind the scenes! Qin Feng smiled and said, "Uncle Zhou, if you've gathered so many records of crimes committed by Li, why not arrest him?" Zhou Mingchu blinked, "Isn't it the disciplinary inspection committee's job to handle corruption? Our responsibility is to maintain public order and combat crime!" "Isn't corruption a crime?" countered Qin, the young noble. Zhou, at first startled, quickly came up with an excuse: "It is a crime, but it doesn't fall under our jurisdiction. Besides, how many clean officials are there these days? Can we possibly catch them all? We only step in once the disciplinary inspection committee identifies a problem with a particular official!" "Then what about you, Uncle Zhou?" Qin asked with a sly smile. "Me? Of course I'm clean! I'm a police officer, aren't I?" Zhou said, lacking confidence. Honestly, even if you don't reach out, people keep sending you gifts—how could you possibly be anything but financially prosperous if you actually decided to take action? Well, who could have predicted that the current trend is so strong—those who don’t reach out end up being seen as outsiders and isolated. "Uncle Zhou, please don’t worry. With me here, you’re safe," he smiled, finally offering his future father-in-law a reassuring dose after all these years of teasing him. Uncle Zhou immediately smiled: "You’re quite the trickster, aren’t you? I’ve been helping you with all these inquiries, and now you come to scare me! But I heard you just now—your role in safeguarding my career is absolutely essential."