?Reading on mobile phone. Master Bi, made great efforts to appear indifferent to fame and fortune, yet the suit-clad man still introduced his identity in full. The son of the future Governor of the province—how many people would like to curry favor with him? How many girls would like to become his girlfriend? Master Bi remained decent. As he glanced at the faces of the women present, he thought to himself: truly, just having one of them would be more than sufficient. "Sorry, we have other commitments in the afternoon, so we won't be able to drink. Thank you very much for your hospitality, Master Bi." Mei Hui spoke, though she fully understood Qin Feng's capabilities and didn't need to seek favor with the Governor's son. Still, adhering to the principle of making more friends equals more pathways, her tone remained composed and not overly eager. "It's quite alright—we don't need to drink much." "The suit-clad man smiled and said, 'Red wine isn't very strong—usually it doesn't knock people out. Of course, if you'd prefer, Mr. Bi can drive you all back to the office himself!' Mr. Bi smiled warmly and added, 'Please forgive my boldness—your grace is truly remarkable. I've simply been struck by your beauty, which is why I've come over. I have no other intention than to express my admiration.' His words were most gentlemanly; had it been any other woman, they would surely have stirred a flutter of affection. Yet, who are we really speaking to here? They all knew that no man on earth could compare with Qin Feng. What about Governor's son Guan Wenfeng? He used to be hailed as the future crown prince, yet he still stood beneath Qin Feng's feet. So, none of the women were moved by his words. Mei Hui smiled and said, 'Mr. Bi, we truly appreciate your kind gesture. However, we have other commitments in the afternoon, so we won't be able to drink.'" "However, the wine is quite light in alcohol content and actually quite delicious," Bi Shao smiled, of course not giving up hope—after all, he at least wanted a girl's phone number, otherwise it would have been a complete waste of time. The suit-wearing man continued, "Ladies, this is indeed the son of the future Governor of the province. As long as you're willing to give us a chance, I can guarantee that your companies will face no trouble in the provincial capital. Even if issues arise, Bi Shao will easily resolve them for you, correct, Bi Shao?" Bi Shao nodded, "That's right. My father has long served as the Party Secretary of the city, so we have considerable standing in the provincial capital. As long as I speak up, any department will surely extend a measure of courtesy." The underlying message in their conversation was clear: if you give me your favor, I will always return it—this is a win-win arrangement. "Bi Shao, we actually have no interest in your wine," Mei Hui said. He Ma Qujing was fiery by nature. When the other party persisted, she grew irritated and said, "What's so special about the Governor's son? Do you know who these people are?" The suit-wearing man blinked, "Oh, quite the bold tone! In Zhongyuan Province, besides the Provincial Party Secretary, who holds a higher rank than the Governor? Tell me, then, what are the identities of the guests here?" "Such a lack of courtesy," said Bi Shao, feigning annoyance, then turning to the women, "Sorry, my friend is always so direct and unreserved—please don't take it personally. Clearly, all of you are distinguished individuals, and your status must be quite high." On the surface, he was apologizing, but in reality, he was employing a tactic of provocation. Qin Shao had been quietly observing the exchange until now, when he finally spoke, "Since Bi Shao is so eager to know, why don't you just show him your official identification?" Qujing huffed and tossed her officer's ID across the table. The suit-clad man reached out to catch it and passed it to Bi Shao. Qin Feng tossed his officer's ID over as well. Lu Man and Shu Ya Jing, eager to participate, followed suit. Bi Shao's expression immediately changed. Among the four documents in his hands, there was one major, one lieutenant colonel, and two majors—all from the Ministry of National Defense's Internal Security Command, specifically the Special Operations Unit. While he wasn't entirely clear on what the Special Operations Unit did, he was well aware of the nature of the Internal Security Command. At that moment, Wang Yujia spoke up, "Mr. Governor, I believe my father is the one who will succeed your father as Party Secretary!" Bi Shao was taken aback—so all these people were children of officials. Turning to He Muqing's credentials, he recalled his father's words: that a Colonel named He was the granddaughter of Wei Qingshan, currently stationed in the provincial capital, and apparently serving as the head of one of these units. Man, what a surprise! His forehead was beaded with cold sweat. He had always thought of himself as someone of considerable stature in the provincial capital—someone just below the top tier and above the rest—only to find himself suddenly stumbling against a solid wall. After all, he was merely the son of the provincial governor, with nothing particularly outstanding to his credit. Now, looking at the four others, they were all officers. The suit-wearing man was also wiping sweat from his brow. If anyone pressed him, he truly didn’t stand a chance against this young provincial governor’s son—perhaps even his father would have to be dragged into the fray. "The suit-clad man stared in disbelief: 'You're not supposed to drink wine, aren't you?' Three bottles worth several tens of thousands—of course, it wasn't Mr. Bi who paid. He had already agreed before arriving at the hotel that it was the suit-clad man's responsibility to cover all expenses. If Mr. Bi had won the favor of any particular lady, then the cost of these three bottles would have been well worth it. But now, clearly, the money has been wasted. Mr. Qin scoffed: 'If you don't drink now, can't you take it back and enjoy it later? I'm asking—does it really come down to Mr. Bi's decision, or is it yours?' Mr. Bi glanced at the suit-clad man and smiled politely: 'It's a great honor that you all are willing to drink my wine. I'm truly sorry to have interrupted you for so long—please allow me to step away now.' With that, he turned and walked off. The suit-clad man felt utterly devastated, setting down his tray with a heavy heart. His heart was bleeding. Having spent so much money, not only had he failed to help Mr. Bi achieve his goal, Stepping out of the room, he hurried after them, saying, "Mr. Wei, it's all my fault. I never expected there to be four officers among them!" Mr. Wei exclaimed angrily, "That's exactly what you gathered—useless! Now, I've completely ruined my reputation." The couple walking toward them were just Wang Changling and his wife. Mr. Wei recognized them immediately, but only remembered their names after they had walked a few paces away, saying, "That young woman I just saw—she is indeed the daughter of the newly appointed Party Secretary. They must have come to attend the banquet, yet the guests inside had already started eating without waiting for them. What does that indicate?"