?Mobile reading Qin Feng hadn't expected his subtle probing to take effect so quickly. The middle-aged man's openness left him somewhat at a loss. "Ha, indeed, you're just like Qingya." Though his heart was racing, his face remained unchanged. He smiled, saying, "The fact that you've stepped forward under these circumstances suggests you're not merely her colleague—simple, I'd say. I'm guessing you must be her supervisor!" It's no exaggeration to say that Qin's observational skills are truly sharp. The middle-aged man smiled back. "Young man, you're indeed impressive—no wonder Qingya holds you in such high regard!" Qin's face furrowed with a few lines of frustration. To joke, Qingya praises him? Fine. But to be honest, she doesn't even criticize him—she's already doing well. The middle-aged man continued, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Lei Feng..." "Lei Feng," Qin politely interrupted, giving him a rather unusual look. The middle-aged man blushed, "It's Lei Feng, not Lei Feng—Lei as in thunder, Feng as in wind. Not the kind of person who does good deeds without leaving their name here!" "Ah, sorry," Qin Shao smiled awkwardly, waved his hand, and said, "Go on, go on..." "Hmm." Lei Feng must have been well-prepared, otherwise how could he have instantly noticed Qin Shao's misunderstanding? He shrugged and continued, "As you've guessed, I'm the Director of the Supervision Bureau—the head of the Supervision Bureau, the superior of Qing Ya and the other Supervisors." I'm impressed—Director, the top official of the Supervision Bureau. Qin Feng had suspected this man might be Qing Ya's superior, but hadn't expected him to be the head of the bureau. Just as before, he extended his hand naturally, "Director Lei Feng, nice to meet you!" "Nice to meet you too," the other replied, clearly not used to the handshake gesture, yet still reached out and shook hands. Qin was unable to detect much fluctuation of spiritual energy from the other's palm, but he was certain that Master Lei Feng's strength surpassed Qingya's—otherwise, how could he have been entrusted with such a leading role? After shaking hands, he asked, "Director, on your visit to China, could you kindly share your insights?" The elder stared at him for several seconds before speaking, "As Director of the Supervision Bureau, it is my duty to monitor every realm under our jurisdiction, including China. Qingya reported that this place has been utterly disrupted by a single individual. I naturally came to see for myself—though I hadn't expected such a young person to be responsible." "Ah, thank you so much for the kind words—I'm actually a little embarrassed," he said, chuckling and rubbing his head. The elder was momentarily taken aback, thinking: How thick-skinned can you be? Those remarks hardly sounded like praise at all. However, our president has always disliked people who are too straightforward. While straightforward individuals rarely make mistakes, they often lack creative thinking and tend to be overly conventional—thus, they rarely achieve significant accomplishments. On the other hand, more flexible, adaptable individuals frequently accomplish surprising feats. "The elder chuckled warmly, 'Your face must indeed be quite thick. Every time Qingya mentions your hand, she can't help but grimace—though she tries to hide it, I've noticed it clearly. This clearly means she's been at a disadvantage in your presence!' 'Is that so?' He immediately adopted the demeanor of a well-behaved child, determined to never admit it—after all, this was their very first encounter. Who knew if this person might be particularly protective of his own? If he confessed, the next thing might just be a good beating. There should be only one explanation—this young man is simply too slick, which has cost Qingya a quiet collapse. As a leader, he truly understands his subordinates. He's always had a fondness for talent, and now that sentiment has grown stronger, his intentions have naturally deepened. If only he weren't so formidable, Qin Feng would have given him a solid slap right then and there. Honestly, I've never been into romantic things—what exactly do you mean by looking at me this way? "I mean, Lei Feng Director, you came all the way over, even posing as the owner of a jewelry store—just to see me?" Qin Feng couldn't help but ask. "What do you mean by posing? I'm actually the owner of this very store." He replied seriously. "Not only in your China, but in several other worlds with practitioners of cultivation, I have branches of my own!" "Public or private?" Qin asked again. The elder's face tightened: "It's public property—part of the Supervisory Office's assets. Though we may be high above the rest, we have to engage in some small-scale business to enhance everyone's welfare!" Come on, you're kidding, right? No matter how much money you earn in this Chinese nation, what can you do with it? The environment here has been polluted to such an extent that it's appalling—what can you buy with the profits earned? And who would even want it? After all, every time Qingya comes, aside from the military-provided food, she eats and drinks nothing at all. Qin Young smiled warmly and asked again, "What about the profits?" The elder's face went completely dark: "It's actually quite modest. Many of the jewels come from other worlds—where they're merely ordinary stones. In those places, such precious items are just common stones. So each month we have a small surplus, but over the course of a year, we barely turn a profit at all!" "Heated up immediately, Qin Shao's face turned green. Man, if you're not made for doing business, just stay out of the way! Your business model basically requires little to no capital investment, yet you're only managing modest profits. Feeling his disdain, the elder quickly explained, 'This isn't my fault. Your Chinese people are just too clever—rent, utilities, employee expenses, plus the constant demands from various official departments that drain you—making a profit is already a miracle!'”