?Mobile reading Qingya truly felt bewildered—what if she let these unfortunate ones go and had to handle everything herself. Eight Zero E-book (txt02.com) Qin Feng spoke up mainly out of self-interest; if this beautiful inspector proved obstinate, the aftermath would likely fall squarely on his shoulders—imagine that. "But here, the scene is completely ruined, and people have died. How can we possibly clean up the mess?" Qingya was at a loss. If this situation reached her superiors, she wouldn't have a good outcome at all. Qin Dashi chuckled, "It's simple. Whoever made the mistake bears the consequences. The exhibition hall and the damaged vehicles are straightforward—just compensation will do. As for the deceased and the injured, as long as we pay enough to the families and the individuals involved, it won't be a big issue. After all, once people are gone, they can't be brought back. In this society where money reigns supreme, most people are able to look beyond it." The others looked crestfallen. "But we don't have the money—we don't know what to offer!" "Exactly," Qingya said, already lost in uncertainty, her hopes fully placed on Qin Feng. Of course, Qin Dashi wouldn't let her down. With a firm expression, he replied, "If we don't have money, won't we find ways? Of course not by stealing or robbing—those are acts of wrongdoing in themselves. Who dares to do that, will surely not escape the wrath of the Inspector-General!" First, he played the part of the tiger with the lion's strength, then added, "If you don't have money, surely you must have some gold or precious jewels—these are excellent assets that can be liquidated. You could directly compensate the parties involved with them. Of course, to avoid giving them extra hassle, I personally think paying in cash would be better. That way, they won't have to go through the trouble of converting their assets. After all, I'm just a well-meaning person. Bring your gold and jewels over here, and I'll exchange them for cash on your behalf!" The group were left stunned—how could they possibly agree to such terms? What exchange rate would they be offered? Wouldn't that mean all the power rested entirely in his hands, leaving them at a disadvantage? It truly was a sign of seasoned experience that the group quickly grasped the key issue. "What's wrong? Don't you believe me? I'm only trying to help," Qin Shao said, spreading his hands. "Very well, then—let it go. I'll say nothing more!" Qingya replied firmly, "You five—do you really not wish to take responsibility for your own mistakes?" "No, no, absolutely not!" one of them quickly interjected, "We're just wondering—how much gold and jewels would it take to make up for these losses!" "Hmph. Well, that's generous of you," the beautiful Inspector remarked, sounding rather unimpressed. Their hard-earned affection for him vanished overnight—what dark scheme are you concocting now? Most disappointing of all, the Magistrate has been so attentive to this young man, so completely deferential. What exactly is the nature of your relationship? Given the number of beautiful women surrounding Qin Feng, they naturally began to suspect something. Indeed, this was precisely Qin's own quiet ambition: if he could secure Qingya's favor, he would truly dominate both the cultivation realm and the mortal world. Hah! Qin smiled calmly, as if unharmed, and said, "With so many people having witnessed what just happened, won't you worry that they'll spread the word? Then the cultivation world would lose all its secrets. I believe you should make an effort—erase their memories of that incident!" "Qingya furrowed her brow: 'Memories can be erased, but what about this pile of ruins? And there's the compensation issue—can it really be that people died without any cause at all? Isn't there supposed to be an explanation?'" As soon as the words fell, a crowd scattered like birds and beasts, chasing those who had fled from the exhibition hall, erasing their memories and fabricating a story of a meteorite crash. "Hehe," Qin Feng beamed with pride, standing cheerfully across from Qingya, saying, "Magistrate, I think I handled this rather well!" "Only barely," the beautiful magistrate sniffed. "This whole matter actually began with you. You were supposed to take charge of resolving it—this was entirely your responsibility. So, I'll consider it balanced, and not hold any further account against you." Qin Shao looked utterly baffled—just a few simple sentences, and his efforts had been completely wiped out. Even if you didn't have to express gratitude through a romantic gesture, wouldn't at least a meal be in order? How stingy! Yesterday, he'd even taken away his finest Mengding tea. Qingya saw his expression of disdain and huffed, "So, are you unhappy? Then I'll give you a little disciplinary action—surely you feel you're at fault, and if you're at fault, you should be punished, right?" What a stretch—my guy isn't some fool who'd go around self-inflicting injuries. He rolled his eyes, "Then let's skip the bother of the监察使, actually, I'm quite a generous person—every day I reflect on myself!" "Is that so?" she asked with a thoughtful look, clearly unconvinced by Qin Feng's words. "Of course," he affirmed with conviction. "I'd like to clarify that today I truly came to buy my girlfriend a car. Last night, I drove her car away, only for Dong Qiankun to burn it to ashes. I thought you'd already warned them—turns out, they didn't even know you existed. Honestly, that's a serious oversight!" Qingya's face flushed immediately. "You dare to blame me?" "Hehe, how could this be called a criticism? It's a suggestion. A suggestion."