After a brief conversation, a middle-aged man walked in through the door, followed by several law enforcement officers.
It was Jiang Jinpeng.
The top official of Linshui City.
Upon seeing Jiang Jinpeng's arrival, a look of joy immediately appeared on Tian Jinglong's face, and he felt a profound sense of relief in his heart.
He immediately went up to greet him. "Cousin."
Jiang Jinpeng simply gave a slight nod. He then glanced at the law enforcement officers behind him and ordered, "Cuff him first and take him back."
"Understood, Secretary Jiang."
The surrounding security guards and company executives did not dare to intervene.
Naturally, they all recognized Jiang Jinpeng and knew he was the city's top official. At the same time, they were astonished to discover that Tian Jinglong was his cousin.
They had originally thought that Tian Jinglong was doomed this time for embezzling company funds.
But looking at it now, if Jiang Jinpeng went all out to protect him, he might not face any serious consequences.
"Wait."
Just then, Qin Ning walked over. His gaze swept across Jiang Jinpeng and the others before he said calmly, "You cannot take him away yet."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes simultaneously turned toward Qin Ning.
The company's executives all revealed looks of surprise. No matter what, Jiang Jinpeng was the top official of Linshui City. They never expected that Qin Ning would actually dare to step forward and stop him at a time like this.
Jiang Jinpeng frowned. Without getting angry, he simply asked, "Why?"
"Because I said you can't, so you can't," Qin Ning replied indifferently.
"Comrade, do you not know that the person standing in front of you right now is our Linshui City's Secretary Jiang?"
A law enforcement officer stepped forward and spoke with some impatience, "Step aside immediately. Do you know the consequences of obstructing our law enforcement?"
Qin Ning remained silent, simply looking at him quietly.
Right at this moment, several more figures hurried in from outside the door.
Leading them was a middle-aged man wearing glasses.
When he saw the man's face clearly, Jiang Jinpeng's expression instantly changed. Upon recovering his wits, he immediately went up to him. "Secretary... Secretary Feng, what brings you here?"
The middle-aged man was none other than Feng Zhenyang, the top official of the province and Jiang Jinpeng's direct superior!
However, Feng Zhenyang completely ignored Jiang Jinpeng. He walked right past him and took a few quick steps to arrive in front of Qin Ning. With an apologetic look on his face, he spoke to Qin Ning with the utmost respect, "I apologize, Young Master Qin. I have also failed in my duties for allowing such a thing to happen."
This scene instantly shocked everyone present.
Even Jiang Jinpeng's face was filled with utter disbelief.
What was going on?
Feng Zhenyang was actually acting so respectfully toward this young man!
This was impossible!
As the top official of the province, Feng Zhenyang was a true regional heavyweight. What kind of young man could possess such terrifying influence?
"Take him away first. You will have full authority to handle this matter. I want a satisfactory answer. If you cannot provide one, I will personally call the capital and have them come over to conduct the investigation," Qin Ning said calmly.
Hearing this, cold sweat instantly broke out on Feng Zhenyang's forehead. He hastily replied, "Please rest assured, Young Master Qin. I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer. There is no need to alarm the capital..."
"That would be best."
Saying that, Qin Ning waved his hand, signaling that he could take the people and leave. Then, he followed Qin Fei, Cheng Weiyang, and Chen Yutong into the elevator, heading up to the office on the top floor of the company.
"Secretary... Secretary Feng, who is this Young Master Qin..."
Watching Song Ling and Tian Jinglong being escorted into the cars by Feng Zhenyang's men, Jiang Jinpeng could no longer contain his curiosity and asked.
Feng Zhenyang snorted coldly. "Do not ask what you shouldn't ask. I know about your relationship with Tian Jinglong. Just remember, this is not a matter you can interfere with."
As soon as he finished speaking, his phone rang.
It was an unfamiliar number, and the caller ID displayed the word 'Capital'.
Feng Zhenyang's expression changed. Not daring to hesitate, he quickly answered the call.
As the voice from the phone came through, Feng Zhenyang was visibly startled, and his attitude immediately became much more respectful and solemn.
"Yes!"
"I understand!"
"Please rest assured, Elder Zeng, I will definitely handle this strictly!"
"No... there is no need for the capital to send an investigation team over..."
"O... okay, I will submit a report to you before tonight."
Two or three minutes later, Feng Zhenyang hung up the phone and let out a long sigh of relief.
He glanced at the confused Jiang Jinpeng beside him and said, "That was a call from Elder Zeng, instructing me to deal with Tian Jinglong's matter with the utmost severity. Now, do you know what to do?"
Elder Zeng!
Hearing this, Jiang Jinpeng turned pale with fright.
He never imagined that this matter could actually alarm an existence like Elder Zeng.
No wonder even a regional heavyweight like Feng Zhenyang was so completely reverent toward that Young Master Qin.
Who could have thought that this young man had a direct line to the highest authorities!
Tian Jinglong and Song Ling were completely finished for the rest of their lives.
...
Meanwhile, in the massive office on the top floor of the company.
Qin Ning arrived here with Qin Fei, Cheng Weiyang, and Chen Yutong.
"Brother, with this mess happening at the branch company, Weiyang and I might have to stay for a few more days to sort things out before we can go back. If you have things to do, you can go ahead and get busy."
Qin Fei spoke, and then continued, "Once we have handled everything, we will call you. You can come pick us up if you have time, or we can just head back on our own."
Both she and Cheng Weiyang had special jade pendants gifted by Qin Ning. As long as they infused them with spiritual energy, they could fly by themselves.
Of course, while their speed was nowhere near as fast as Qin Ning's, it would still take them less than an hour to fly from here back to Liu City. They could just treat it as enjoying the scenery along the way.
"I know. I'd go do my own things if I had any, but aren't I free right now?" Qin Ning smiled faintly.
He then glanced at Chen Yutong, who was sitting beside them looking as if she were on pins and needles, and said, "With Tian Jinglong arrested, someone will need to take charge of the branch company from now on. I think she would be a pretty good fit."
"Me?"
Hearing this, Chen Yutong was completely stunned. After recovering her wits, she hurriedly waved her hands. "N... no way, I... I..."
What did Qin Ning's words mean?
He wanted her to take over Tian Jinglong's position?
General Manager?
How could that be possible?
She was just a lowly receptionist!
"It's fine, Sister Chen. If my brother says you can do it, then you definitely can. Weiyang and I will stay here for a couple more days, and we will guide you in the beginning," Qin Fei said with a smile.
"But..."
Chen Yutong felt that she couldn't even speak smoothly. This sudden influx of overwhelming fortune was simply too unexpected.
Although her family had some wealth, with her parents running small businesses and possessing a few million in assets.
She had never dared to imagine that one day, her own net worth would suddenly become more than ten times higher than her parents'!

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iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”