?Reading on mobile phone Qin Feng naturally had to run—not just run, but run fast. The e-book "Eight Zero" was about to be caught by Qingya, who was crying out in frustration. With a rather unseemly sense of dignity, he ducked into the small tripod and settled comfortably into a beach chair, holding a glass of red wine and savoring it leisurely. Projected before him in the air was exactly the scene of Qingya shouting and pacing outside. Setting down the glass, he chuckled to himself, "Well, being a person is hard; being a good person is even harder. A few days ago, I promised to keep you confined here, denying you freedom—now you're demanding to come in, insisting on it. Is the Inspector really so unkind?" With a simple command, the tripod took off and flew toward the provincial capital of Zhongyuan Province. Qingya continued to shout and protest outside, clearly knowing that a certain soulful, composed person would no longer appear. With a sigh, she finally left, humming as she went, "You'll be waiting. I won't let you off easy!" "... Beijing. Wei Qingtian's expression was rather displeased, with two colonels standing before him, both looking tense. "What's going on here? Didn't I make it clear? Why are there still people targeting Liu Su's company?" he said, sounding impatient. "The elder frowned. It made sense that people connected with Guan Li-jie—those who were uncooperative or even deliberately causing trouble—would be so. Though the saying 'when the tea cools, the guests fade' holds true, there would always be a few decent ones. But how could the steadfast allies of the new leadership stand by them? After all, once Guan was removed, it was precisely Wei Qingtian and several other military and political heavyweights who stepped in to stabilize the situation and swiftly appointed a successor, successfully placing him at the pinnacle of national leadership. Logically, whether it was Wei Qingtian himself or his allies, they should not now be opposing him—after all, their patron had not yet fully established his footing. Either they had eaten the courage of a tiger or their heads had been crushed by a door. "Go, warn them immediately to halt all actions against Liu Su, or bear the consequences," he said firmly. The two officers saluted in unison: "Yes, Commander!" ... In Liu Su's office, a sense of tension hung in the air. Her complexion wasn't very good, and the several managers and department heads in front of her likewise looked serious. One of them spoke up, "Mr. Liu, we've found out—the Ministry of Commerce is squeezing us, and the Development and Reform Commission is amplifying the pressure. It's reportedly that the Ministry of Finance and the People's Bank of China are also involved!" "What? So many departments," Liu Su exclaimed, "What exactly do they want? Are they trying to drive us to extinction? We're a legitimate company, doing nothing illegal—never tax evasion or underreporting. What grounds do they have?" Another manager sighed, "Mr. Liu, the tax authorities haven't come knocking yet, nor have the public security or industrial and commercial departments. If it were just these departments causing trouble, the issue would be easily resolved. But now..." A female department manager added, "Mr. Liu, I've heard a small piece of information—though I'm not sure how accurate it is. It seems the senior leaders of the Ministry of Commerce and the Development and Reform Commission don't like us, and that's why they're deliberately creating difficulties!" "Why don't they like us?" “Liu Su was even more puzzled: ‘We haven’t really clashed with either of these two departments, have we?’ ‘Not only have we not clashed with them, but we’ve never even had direct contact,’ Liu, I believe the situation has now become very serious. You absolutely need to leverage your various social connections to resolve everything—otherwise, the consequences could be disastrous!’ Seeing that everyone was visibly tense, Liu realized that, as CEO, she needed to instill confidence in them. Once the confidence of these senior leaders wavered, panic would quickly spread throughout the organization, and the company would be in serious trouble. She smiled reassuringly: ‘Please don’t worry—with me, everything will be fine. You all go about your work; I’ll go right away and handle everything!’ Everyone exhaled in relief. They all knew that Liu had solid backing behind her—backing from truly powerful, tangible allies—and that resolving the crisis was certain to succeed. After they left, Liu Su's expression immediately turned cold, and she murmured, "Let's see who dares to make such a bold move—interfering just when the dragon is about to rise. If Xiao Feng finds out about this, there'll surely be several officials who'll end up in trouble!" She had met Wei Qingshan before, and Qin Feng had repeatedly asked his father to look after Liu Su and her company. With such a prominent figure on the board, the situation could only get worse. She thought about how long it had been since she last spoke to Qin the Young, and said with a clearly irritated tone, "I wonder what little soul has been up to these days—must be spending all his time with a bunch of female friends. Otherwise, why hasn't he even called me once?" After venting her complaints, she took the initiative to dial Qin's number. Qin Feng had just arrived home and hadn't even had time to open the door when the phone rang. Though she had already become a high-level cultivator, she still maintained her previous lifestyle habits—always carrying her phone, computer, and other high-tech devices with her. When he pulled out the number, it was his beautiful senior sister's. He smiled and picked up the phone: "Susu, how come you're calling me now? Did you miss me?" "Indeed, I've been wondering how long you've been surviving—how come heaven hasn't taken you yet?" came Liu Su's voice, full of strong resentment. "Huh, what a thing to say—do you really think I'm going to be your future husband?" Qin Shao's face darkened. Liu Su giggled: "I didn't make that up. As the saying goes, 'Good people don't live long; misfortunes live forever.' So, are you a good person or a misfortune? Answer honestly!" He sighed: "Alright, I admit—I'm a misfortune!" "Ha! That's exactly what a good girl should be like!" He quickly changed the tone: "I'm a misfortune, so you must be the 'misfortune-in-law'—the 'misfortune wife.' Even without me, you've got the potential to live for a thousand years, don't you?" "Absolutely not!" she protested, then went on to give a detailed account of the crisis at Qin Shao, still furious after barely listening, exclaimed: "By heaven! Who has the nerve to dare touch my wife's company? You'll see—right away I'm calling Wei's old man. This isn't just trouble for you; it's also going to embarrass him."