?Mobile reading Qin Feng glanced at Gossens and said, "If the other party is willing to continue cooperating, we'll all be fine. But if he stubbornly insists on his own way, I'll treat him accordingly!" Gossens had seen his fair share of storms and upheavals; decisiveness and the ability to act decisively are fundamental traits of a successful businessman. Without such firmness, he simply wouldn't have achieved the scale of business he has today. Many European countries are neutral. Only this nation, located at the northernmost tip of Europe, has joined NATO and is one of the few in the world that produces fourth-generation fighter jets. While its military strength is average, its defense industry is exceptionally developed. While on the plane, he carefully reviewed Konderos's background and learned that he was a highly successful politician, backed not only by his family but also by numerous major corporate groups, and had recently been elected prime minister, now wielding substantial power. What about the prime minister? Aside from the prestige that makes him appear more impressive, isn't he just as ordinary—two eyes, one mouth, knowing when to eat when hungry and when to feel pain when struck? Though the prime minister's official residence is well-defended, to Qin Feng, the fully armed security personnel there were essentially ineffective. He smoothly entered the official residence, intending to quietly make his way to the prime minister's office, but by chance discovered a changing room down the corridor. He went in, changed into a set of staff attire, and then strolled out confidently. As he passed down another corridor, someone approached and asked a question. This posed no challenge to Qin, who effortlessly handled the inquiry in fluent Swedish. In the prime minister's office, Konderos held a cigar, exhaling thick clouds of smoke. Two middle-aged men sat across from him, all three of them being notably stout and robust. "Still, the Cuban cigars have the most authentic flavor," he said, placing the cigar on the ashtray with a smile. "The two of you, I'll have your matters settled promptly—don't worry!" One of the men, looking concerned, replied, "Then, if it comes to that, Gensens is certainly out of the running. Will he be able to accept it gracefully?" "Kondros' face darkened: 'He simply won't back down. What can I do? Weapon production holds strong political significance for a nation—how could it possibly be entrusted to foreign companies? I have ample grounds to reject him. As for his investments—how much are they, after all? Just a few billion. To him, that's nothing. Let him simply consider it the price he pays for knowing me!' Isn't it true that politicians are inherently insincere? To them, promises and agreements are always subject to revision—like changing the weather at will. Another person smiled and said: 'Indeed, that's a solid excuse. I'm certain Gensens won't be able to refute it. After all, investment failures are quite common among businesspeople. He'll have to swallow this bitter pill.' 'Hah! That's no small sum—tens of billions of euros!' Kondros laughed. 'You two go ahead—sure to save a lot of money!' 'Of course. Your share of the benefits won't be missed. We'll have it deposited into your bank account shortly!' The young Qin was furious outside—this wasn't just unilateral breach of agreement; it was a deliberate trap laid specifically for Gensens. Inside, the two had received satisfactory answers and rose to depart. After they had left, Konderos took a deep draw from his cigar, murmuring to himself, "They never even considered who they were dealing with. To invest in defense manufacturing? Well, that's precisely what they'll pay for—may as well learn a lesson!" "Shouldn't the Prime Minister also learn a lesson? You're a politician, not a businessman. Treating a businessman like a politician—what kind of moral standard is that?" Qin Feng's cool tone cut in. "Who? Who said anything?" Konderos jolted, rising from his chair. Qin Feng slowly stepped out from behind the curtain, handling a gun in his hands, his expression full of amusement. In his view, politics and business were entirely distinct professions, yet Konderos insisted on pursuing profit from business activities while maintaining a political identity—a rather disappointing approach. "Who are you?" Konderos' body began to tremble as he stubbornly said, "Do you know what place this is? Do you know who I am? I urge you not to make a fool's move—you'll regret it!" Qin Feng smiled, "I've already stood before you. How could I possibly not know what place this is, or who you are, dear Prime Minister? I'm giving you a chance to correct your mistake. If you're unwilling to make the change yourself, then I'll make it for you!" "Kangderos calmed down and said, 'I understand—you're one of Gensens' people, aren't you? What a bold move! He sent assassins against me, simply because he thinks, with his status as the world's richest man and his control over the economic lifelines of several small nations, he's already accomplished something remarkable. But to fight a whole country? That's not even a qualification. I warn you—should you do anything不利to me, you and Gensens will both be held accountable. Then, you'll face not just a nation's army and police force, but the full might of both!' Kandros's legs began to shake violently, his voice rising sharply: "Our nation has no fewer than sixty thousand troops, most of them special forces, plus over ten thousand police officers, and several thousand reserves..." "Go to hell with your 'several thousand,'" Qin, the young man, kicked him square in the chest, sending the tall and broad-shouldered Kandros sprawling to the ground, his foot pressing down on Kandros's face. "What does 'several thousand' mean? Others may excuse it when they say 'several thousand,' but you're the Prime Minister—how many troops do you not know? How many exactly? I'm asking you one last time!" "Combined, that's over one hundred thousand," he shouted, "equipped with a wide range of land, sea, and air heavy weaponry. And we are America's most trusted ally in Northern Europe. When the time comes, they will step in as well. Can a small country like Gesens possibly withstand such a retaliatory blow?" Truth be told, Gesens truly couldn't withstand it. Though wealthy, he simply couldn't convert all that money into a military force within a short time. Qin Feng pressed down harder, saying coldly, "Minister, are you threatening me? There's one point you've overlooked: if I kill you, no one will know it's connected to Gensens. I'll leave not a single trace. Then, no matter how many hundred thousand troops you have, who will you turn to for revenge?"