Actually, the Minister of Commerce happened to learn by accident that Liu Su's company originated from the Tianli Sect—though the sect had long since disappeared, this background, strictly speaking a "heretical" one, could not be erased. He also knew that the company's real backing was Vice Chairman Wei Qingtian. With such a powerful supporter, most people would hesitate to harbor any ambitions. At first, he himself had even hesitated to move forward, but upon reflection, he realized that even if Wei Qingtian supported the company, how could he possibly risk himself for a firm with a less-than-clean background? He carefully planned and convinced himself that Wei Qingtian wouldn't get involved. Of course, he knew his father wouldn't simply stand by—yet once the situation grew serious, he was certain the man would vanish as quickly as a rabbit, fearing he wouldn't be able to clear his own involvement. After clarifying this point, the minister leveraged his network to reach out to a group of friends and began taking concrete actions. With his authority, he could easily dismantle a company, leaving it with no means of resistance. Once the company had fully collapsed, he could then appoint his own representatives to acquire it at a fraction of the cost, effectively bringing the entire enterprise under his control. Of course, this entire process unfolded quietly—never allowing himself to be seen in the spotlight. Even after retirement, he would remain behind the scenes, steering the company from the shadows. Upon hearing his explanation, Qin Feng's expression grew even colder, thinking to himself how well-calculated this all was. It was no wonder people said that having money wasn't as valuable as having power—no matter how much wealth you accumulated or how large your companies grew, a government official's single word could send you straight to hell. Back then, didn't a wealthy businessman say that no matter how large a business you built, even if you were widely recognized as one of the top billionaires, a mere deputy-level official could still bring you down—possibly even leaving you with no chance of recovery? "Why would the Development and Reform Commission (DRC) support you when you're not someone from Guan Li-ji's circle? He should be on your opposite side," this has always been Qin Shao's lingering question. The Minister sighed, "When a tree falls, the monkeys scatter. With Guan's fall, how could I still be his person? The DRC has friends of mine. That's how politics works—there are no permanent enemies, only enduring interests. They're not helping out for free; they'll surely take their share at the end!" Wow, really that simple. Even Wei Qingtian couldn't figure out why these two factions had come together—turns out, it was that simple. The minister was drenched in cold sweat, and his urine, already cooled from earlier, made him feel uncomfortable as he sat in the chair. He pleaded, "I've already told you the truth—will you just let me go?" "I'm not. I'm a corrupt official, deeply passionate about power. When I was young, I went to great lengths to climb the ladder—enticing married men, even making my own wife drunk so I could have leaders sleep with her..." Huff. Qin Shao vanished into his office. The minister sat motionless in the large executive chair, a smartphone resting on the desk, filming a video and uploading it simultaneously to a well-known video platform. "...later, I used various means to bribe leaders, always clinging to their favor, inch by inch, rising higher and higher..." The video had already been wildly clicked and shared. This rather awkward minister had instantly become a network sensation—when he finally regained his composure, he would surely be stunned. Qin Feng's next target was naturally the official at the Development and Reform Commission. Just like the Commerce Minister, he's dreaming of getting rich. Generally, once someone reaches such a position, as long as they're willing to reach out, their regular, sideline income is quite substantial. But he has to think ahead about his future—being in office works that way. Once you step down, your influence fades, and eventually, whatever you've accumulated will run out. With the current strict management of officials, their daily income has significantly declined. If he doesn't plan for the future, wouldn't his entire family have to live on thin air? When an old friend called him for help, he immediately sensed the opportunity. Such a large company, as long as it doesn't face major issues, generates a steady and impressive annual profit—its biggest advantage being sustainable growth. He doesn't just think ahead—he's already taking concrete actions. For instance, he sent his son abroad and quietly secured a green card for his mistress in another country. The saying "having three holes for the rabbit" is nothing more than this. Inevitably, he opened a file—this was the department's analysis of the company's performance last year, and the profit figures left him quite shaken. "Quite a lively greeting, Director," a sudden voice echoed, as if coming from the underworld. He jumped—here was his own study, and no guests had been invited. Who could it be? It must be admitted, this man's courage paled in comparison to that of his long-time friend, now a well-known internet personality. He was just as timid, as if he were constantly trying to avoid injury. "Who?" He reached down with one hand, slowly pulled open the drawer, and revealed the sleek silver pistol resting quietly inside. "Good of you to have prepared a personal defense weapon," Qin Feng chuckled, hiding behind the curtains. "But even if you manage to draw it out, will you have time to chamber it and secure the safety? I'd advise you not to touch it at all. I promise you, the moment your fingertip makes contact with the pistol, there'll be a hole in your head!" He took a deep breath. Once discovered, his last shred of confidence had been completely shattered. "What... what do you want? Who are you? Do you know my identity? Stop acting so strange!" Qin Feng stepped forward gracefully, placed a tablet in front of him, and said, "Just take a look yourself. The person on the screen you certainly don't recognize. I'll be honest—I came directly from him!" On the screen, the Commerce Minister's frantic confession unfolded, detailing one by one the wrongs he had committed since he was three years old. The man collapsed into his chair, stunned. Qin Shao continued to add more evidence: "You'll end up just like him."