Handong: Sha Li wants political achievements? I'll shut down the entire province.

At Gyeongju International Airport, the engines of a Gulfstream G650ER private jet roared in the air.

The enormous sound waves penetrated through the panoramic glass, causing the crystal chandelier in the VIP lounge to tremble slightly.

There are only ten minutes left in the countdown to Yan Qingfeng's departure for the capital.

Yan Qingfeng leaned back on the leather sofa with his eyes closed.

As Zhou Yuan was checking the flight path, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the private passage outside the door.

"Da, da, da."

The sound of high heels clicking on the marble floor was particularly jarring in the empty corridor.

"Excuse me, ma'am! This is the exclusive entrance for the Lingxiao Consortium. Unauthorized personnel are not permitted!"

The two bodyguards in black outside the door stood like two iron towers, effectively blocking the way for the person who came in.

Wu Huifen stopped and coldly patted her sleeves.

Today she wore an exquisite dark purple Suzhou embroidered cheongsam, with a pure black cashmere shawl draped over her shoulders.

She had that aloof, "highly educated teacher's wife" demeanor perfectly under control.

"An idle person?"

Wu Huifen lowered her eyelids slightly, her tone revealing an undeniable arrogance.

"Go ask Yan Qingfeng, when did it become my turn to be stopped at the security checkpoint of Handong University?"

She had to use the last of the old principal's connections to force her way into the outer perimeter of the helipad.

For the sake of the Gao family's last shred of dignity, she had to see Yan Qingfeng today.

Hearing the noise, Zhou Yuan pushed open the door to the VIP room and came out.

He glanced at Wu Huifen and sneered.

"Who do we have here? It's Vice Secretary Gao's wife."

Zhou Yuan leaned against the door frame, blocking the way completely, without even making way for anyone.

"Ms. Wu, instead of staying home taking care of Secretary Gao's flowers, why are you acting like an official's wife here?"

Wu Huifen's face stiffened, and a hint of anger flashed in her eyes.

In the past, if a secretary dared to speak to her like that, Gao Yuliang would have fired him long ago.

"Secretary Zhou, I'm here to discuss a business deal with Master Yan."

Wu Huifen suppressed her anger and put on the airs of an elder.

"This matter concerns the stability of the political situation in Handong. You're just a messenger; you'd better not mess things up."

Zhou Yuan laughed, and was just about to start cursing.

A languid voice came from the VIP room.

"Old Zhou, let Teacher Wu in."

Yan Qingfeng's voice was completely calm, even carrying a hint of schadenfreude.

Zhou Yuan shrugged and stepped aside.

Wu Huifen snorted coldly, straightened her cashmere shawl, and strode into the VIP room like a proud peacock.

The heating in the room was on full blast.

Yan Qingfeng sat there without even lifting his buttocks.

He was fiddling with a piece of precious agarwood in his hand, his gaze sweeping over indifferently.

Seeing that Yan Qingfeng wouldn't offer her a seat, Wu Huifen walked over to the single sofa opposite her in her high heels.

He sat down without any hesitation, crossing his legs gracefully.

"President Yan is really riding high right now."

Wu Huifen spoke first, with a fake, polite smile on her face.

"You've completely turned the world upside down in Handong Province."

Yan Qingfeng didn't respond, and casually tossed the sandalwood onto the table with a soft thud.

"Eight minutes until takeoff. Mr. Wu, please speak frankly."

This condescending attitude made Wu Huifen's heart sink.

But she quickly regained her composure and played her biggest card of the day.

"President Yan, you are a smart man. You should know the saying that the tallest tree in the forest will be felled by the wind."

Wu Huifen leaned forward slightly, her tone becoming earnest and earnest.

"You've expanded the business world so much in Handong now. The business community has submitted, but are the politicians truly satisfied?"

She stared into Yan Qingfeng's eyes and threw out the bait.

"Although my husband has stepped down from his position, the Han University faction still has quite a few disciples and old friends in this area."

"As long as Lao Gao coughs, those people in charge of approvals and policies will still have to give him some face."

Yan Qingfeng's lips curled up slightly, as if he had heard an interesting joke.

"Oh? Secretary Gao's influence is still so valuable these days?"

Wu Huifen thought he was interested, and she became even bolder.

She decided to use their past relationship to give this young capitalist a good talking-to.

"President Yan, let's speak frankly."

Wu Huifen sighed and put on a magnanimous expression.

"The story of Hou Liangping: he died on a green train, and his death was shrouded in mystery."

"The Zhong family has caused quite a stir in the capital, but our Gao family hasn't uttered a single word."

She patted the armrest of the sofa, her tone carrying a hint of condescension.

"Old Gao was thinking about the bigger picture, and he was also giving face to Master Yan."

"Not letting the Han University gang investigate this mess is like extinguishing the flames in Handong for you."

This attempt at moral blackmail sounds perfectly plausible.

Zhou Yuan, standing behind Yan Qingfeng, rolled his eyes as he listened.

Where does this old woman get the nerve?

Gao Yuliang was clearly so frightened that he drank three large glasses of cold water, but now it's being said that he's giving face to Master Yan?

Yan Qingfeng remained silent.

He leaned back in his chair, as if watching a clown putting on a great show.

Seeing that the time was right, Wu Huifen revealed her true intentions.

"President Yan, you're about to go to the capital. The rear area of ​​Handong cannot be destabilized."

"I'm here today to help you fill this gap in your political-business relationship."

She pulled a gold-embossed resume from her Hermès bag and pushed it to the center of the coffee table.

"I have a nephew from my maternal side who just came back from the United States after completing his MBA. He's very quick-witted."

Wu Huifen raised her chin, her eyes revealing an air of self-righteousness.

"President Yan can easily arrange a core executive position for him within the Lingxiao Consortium."

"Besides, with the Lingxiao Chamber of Commerce gaining such a strong momentum, Lao Gao won't take advantage of you."

"You can just allocate 5% of the original shares and register them under someone else's name."

The VIP room fell into a deathly silence.

You could hear a pin drop.

Zhou Yuan almost laughed out of anger.

Five percent of the original shares? And the core executives of the conglomerate?

Is this old woman desperate for money, or has she lost her mind from being an official's wife?

They've come here to collect "protection money"!

"Teacher Wu, your plan is so well-thought-out, I can hear it even from several streets away."

Zhou Yuan could no longer hold back.

He flipped his hand and pressed down on the handle of the telescopic baton at his waist.

With just a glance from Yan Qingfeng, he could send this old woman flying.

Wu Huifen was startled and shrank back abruptly.

But she still forced herself to look at Yan Qingfeng with an air of superiority.

"President Yan! Is this the rule your subordinates follow? I came here with good intentions!"

Yan Qingfeng gently raised his hand.

Zhou Yuan immediately released the baton, took half a step back, and snorted coldly.

Yan Qingfeng stood up and stretched his slender body.

He walked to the expensive rosewood tea tray next to him.

"Teacher Wu came all this way and didn't even get a sip of water. Old Zhou is being inconsiderate."

Yan Qingfeng spoke in a deep voice as he casually turned on the electric kettle next to him.

Boiling water churned, releasing plumes of white steam.

He picked up a small pair of bamboo tongs and personally washed a precious black-glazed Jian ware teacup.

As Wu Huifen watched Yan Qingfeng personally brew tea, her tense nerves finally relaxed.

A smug smile curled at the corner of her lips.

He is, after all, a businessman.

No matter how arrogant they are, they still have to be wary of Gao Yuliang's remaining influence in politics. This cup of tea is a signal that they are backing down.

"Splash!"

Boiling water is poured into the Jianzhan teacup, causing the precious tea leaves to swirl violently in the water.

Yan Qingfeng picked up the cup of tea that was still steaming hot.

He turned around and strode over to Wu Huifen.

Then, he gently pushed the cup of scalding hot tea to the very edge of the coffee table.

It was less than an inch away from Wu Huifen's hand.

Yan Qingfeng placed his hands on the coffee table and leaned forward slightly.

A chilling, mocking smile crept across his cold, stern face.

"Mr. Wu, since we've come this far in discussing business..."

Yan Qingfeng stared into Wu Huifen's eyes, his voice as soft as a cold wind.

"Why don't you try this cup of tea first and see if it's too hot for your mouth?"