?Mobile reading Qin Group's temporary office. Eight-zero Electronics Book could manage to secure a meeting room within the already compact space—no easy feat. Thus, this meeting room also serves as a reception area. Staff welcomed Song Qi, dressed in high-end attire, into the room, leaving behind a strong fragrance wherever she walked. "Ms. Song, this is our project manager. Please feel free to discuss any requirements you have with him." After introducing the two parties, the staff then stepped back and left. The project manager smiled warmly and said, "Ms. Song, regarding the requests you mentioned earlier, we've reviewed them thoroughly—unfortunately, we're unable to meet them." "Really? Are my requests that unreasonable?" Song Qi asked. "Indeed, they are quite so." The project manager got straight to the point: "You should know that we've already settled over 80% of our clients' claims. Originally, we could have done even better, but because of the conditions you've proposed, those clients who had previously agreed are now hesitating. Since we've already handled so many settlements, we won't increase the compensation amounts just for a few individuals. If we did that, how would we face the earlier clients who had already expressed their satisfaction?" This is something Li Nianshan taught her—when negotiating with others, one must hold the advantage in terms of presence and pressure the company's top executives to step in, only then can one achieve the desired results. The project manager stood up and said coldly, "As you wished, our chairman has just arrived. I'll go and invite him." Song Qi felt a quiet sense of relief. A few minutes later, Qin Feng entered the conference room, smiling warmly and saying, "Ms. Song, isn't it? I'm Qin Feng, chairman of Qin Group. How do you do?" Song Qi was momentarily stunned—she hadn't expected a chairman of a large, multi-billion-yuan corporation to be so young. Younger is better—then he'll be easier to manage. "Good morning," she replied, maintaining her previous composure, "Your so-called large companies tend to treat customers as if they're guests, so I insist on speaking directly with the top leadership. The managers and supervisors simply can't make decisions—talking to them is a waste of time!" "Qin Feng smiled and sat down, saying, 'Your point makes sense, which is why I've come. Still, I have a question. As the top executive of the company, I've already stepped in—then the person sitting across from me should be the true owner of the building. Ms. Song, what do you think?" Song Xi paused again: "What do you mean? Aren't I the owner of this office building? I hold a plot of three thousand square meters..." "Let me be direct," Qin Feng cut her off gracefully, with a smile, "How can a girl who never even finished university—coming from a humble background—justify purchasing three thousand square meters of space? Don't think that because certain people are hiding behind the scenes, they can just walk away and control everything. Go tell Li Nianshan yourself: if you really want to talk, have him step forward!" Song Xi was completely stunned. She never expected to be thoroughly examined. Looking back at her own actions, she realized how much she had resembled a minor player performing a farce. Qin Feng stood up and, before leaving, said, "Bring him one more message: don't be too greedy in life. Just go with what's sufficient—there's no need to make things tense and confrontational. After all, who knows, maybe neither of you will end up winning." With that, he slammed the door, leaving Song Qi standing alone, disheveled, in the warm air of the air-conditioned room. "I think, when Li Director dines with those big executives, it's always their bill," Qin Feng's voice came from outside as he stepped in, speaking with a mocking tone. "It's said that if a meal for a leadership dinner doesn't exceed three or five thousand yuan, it's considered quite modest. Li Director's monthly salary is only four or five thousand yuan—how generous would it be for him to spend an entire year's salary to host a single dinner for his guests?" Qin Feng faced him squarely: "You're going to say she's not your mistress and file a complaint, aren't you? Go on then—shall I send my driver to take you both to the police station? Or should we go straight to the procuratorate? Old man, don't think your loud voice makes you any better!" Li, who had been brimming with confidence, suddenly lost his composure. His very proud, booming voice had failed to match Qin Feng's. Qin Feng continued: "You're not filing a complaint, are you? Fine. I will. As a public official, you're bringing your mistress to my company to cause a scene—what a breach of decorum! The police must step in!" Li grew even more subdued, quickly saying: "It's all a misunderstanding. It's all a misunderstanding. I'm naturally loud, but I didn't mean anything else. Qin Director, you're so accomplished and well-respected—you must have a great sense of judgment. Let's just forget about what happened earlier, shall we?" Qin Feng thought to himself: How could he have lost his composure now? Didn't he just think that, as a minor official, he could look down "Qin Feng sat down and said, 'Whatever you'd like to discuss, if you still insist on the previous several demands, I don't see the point in negotiating anymore—I'll directly request the judicial department to get involved!' Li Nianshan wiped a sweat and smiled, saying, 'Why do we need the judicial department? Their efficiency is quite low. By the time they deliver results, everything will have gone stale. Qin董, I'm willing to drop the earlier conditions. But if you want me to sign the contract, even the original compensation terms aren't sufficient. I've made concessions—shouldn't you also make some adjustments?'”