?Mobile reading When several stones appeared before him, Qin Shao couldn't help but widen his eyes. Eight Zero E-book He thought he had seen plenty—having secured numerous gemstones and diamonds from his targets during several operations—but he was still deeply astonished. There were four stones in total: one large and three smaller ones. The large one weighed several hundred kilograms and was a rare blue sapphire on Earth, with a deep, rich color and excellent transparency. The three smaller stones were champagne-colored, each about the size of a small coffee table; the red and green ones were roughly the size of three basketballs. All four gemstones were crystal-clear, though uncut and unpolished, yet they still radiated a brilliant glow. "Wow, that's incredible," he breathed, then asked, "Really, we didn't spend a single cent on them!" "Did you think otherwise?" "Qingya raised her eyebrows, speaking with pride: 'All that's required is a modest amount of labor cost. One must first fly to places where such stones are found, then dig them out of the ground. The actual mining process is brief—the real time consumption lies in the journey back and forth!' Honestly, compared to the immense value of these gemstones, the travel time is negligible. Simply take the smallest green and red gems—each one alone is worth hundreds of millions. After careful processing and packaging, describing them as 'priceless' is absolutely fitting. 'The Director has instructed that whenever needed, I'll be notified and promptly deliver the next batch,' the beautiful Inspector said, her tone suggesting clearly that, in her view, these stones were of little worth. Qin Xiao felt deeply stirred—after all, how could this be otherwise? On Earth, these stones were highly valuable, and surely he would make a substantial profit." He noticed that Qingya's gaze was somewhat unfriendly. Having presented the stones was merely fulfilling his superior's assigned task; now it was time to settle personal matters. "Qingya, you've worked hard," he said, smiling confidently since he had already sensed the tension. "Material supply assurance is a crucial link. Since you're in charge of this, I can't afford to overlook your efforts. How about I offer you a private 5% dividend? Don't underestimate that 5%—it's a substantial sum!" The beautiful Inspector's eyes sparkled. Of course, she understood what 5% meant—Rei Feng had only received 30%, and that 30% was a shared benefit across the entire Inspectorate. Each individual typically received only 0.5% at best. "Really?" she asked, her voice filled with excitement. "Absolutely," he replied. "Feng is known for his integrity and reliability—this isn't just a title; it's well-earned. "Qin Dashi smiled and said, 'When the year-end dividend is distributed, you'll receive your own share. In my view, raw materials are the cornerstone of this collaboration—handing them over to you, I'm truly at ease!' The young lady, with a graceful tone, replied, 'Of course! Had it not been for our general manager's lack of business acumen, how could we have ended up in your web? If this matter falls under my responsibility, I'll take 70% and you only 30%!' Qin Dashi's expression tightened, his heart racing with relief—Lei Feng truly wasn't cut out for business. Otherwise, how could he have secured such favorable terms? Yet, he couldn't afford to let Qingya feel sidelined. Once she gained the upper hand, he'd have no chance at all. With a serious face, he said, 'What do you mean? Are you questioning Lei Feng's honesty and reliability, or doubting the reputation of my charming young man? You don't want that five percent, do you? Very well—I'll have my uncle switch to someone else. My friend will take nothing at all, and still have to deliver faithfully!' "The beautiful lady grew impatient: 'Who says no? Of course I do! Isn't that exactly what I'm here for—ensuring timely supply? For me, as the Inspector, it's nothing short of a piece of cake. And please rest assured, I'll never reveal a word about this!' "Qin, let me chuckle softly," he said, "cooperation must be built on sincerity—on sincerity. If we still carry the old reservations from before, it simply won't work, will it? You agree?" Now Qingya was burning with frustration, unwilling to simply wipe the slate clean, yet unwilling to give up her 5% share of dividends—deeply torn between the two. "Qingya, it's a rather clichéd saying, but I simply can't help myself," he continued, gently guiding her. "There are no eternal friends or eternal enemies—only enduring interests." With a sweeping gesture, the woman bit her lip and said, "Mr. Qin, I must say, I've truly been unlucky to meet you. I'll agree to cooperate, but let me make this clear: if you shortchange me even a single cent, I'll never let it go!" In one sentence, both "Miss" and "Madam" were invoked—how could one not notice the generational difference? Yet this also revealed a clear point: in the face of both grievances and interests, she ultimately chose interests—even if it wasn't entirely without reluctance. "Don't worry, not a cent will be missed," Qin assured. In truth, even if he broke his word at the time, what could Qingya do? Beat me? I can easily dodge that. Accuse me? How dare you—this is something no one would ever know! *Cough, cough.* It's true that he doesn't want to undervalue his collaboration with the beautiful Inspector, but the argument may be slightly off the mark. Still, Qin is a sincere man—how could he possibly fail to honor his promise? To him, money is merely a string of digits now; it's hardly meaningful at all. Qingya still looked reluctant, saying, "I hope you keep your word. By the way, where are your female friends?" He gestured toward the second floor. "You weren't here long ago, were you? Didn't you know they were still asleep?" "Who arrived early? Miss, I just sat down!" she exclaimed, clearly annoyed. "How could I possibly know what they were doing? Aren't we close friends?" "You're being so impatient. I saw you right when I came downstairs—thought you'd already arrived." "He murmured softly, 'If you had come last night, you would surely have been impressed by my abilities—deeply so!' Seeing his expression of mild disdain, Qingya judged these words to be anything but complimentary. She huffed, 'Then that's enough. My task is complete. I'm leaving—no need for a farewell.' As she stood up to depart, Qin Feng suddenly asked, 'How about the medicinal seedlings? Did you manage to get them established?' Qingya immediately snapped, 'Are you deliberately trying to make me unhappy just so I can't enjoy a little moment of happiness? Goodbye—no further visits!'