Brother, just how powerful is our family?

The representative from the Technical Reconnaissance Bureau nodded: "Moreover, from a technical point of view, if he is willing to cooperate, it would be a tremendous opportunity for us. The technologies he possesses—missile penetration, nuclear weapon miniaturization, materials science, artificial intelligence... any one of them could enable us to achieve a leap forward in our technological level."

"The question is, is he willing to cooperate?" someone questioned. "He doesn't seem like someone who's willing to share."

"How will we know if we don't try?" the deputy minister said. "At least, he almost always grants his sister's requests. If we go through Qin Yao..."

"It's best not to," the psychologist shook his head. "Using family ties to achieve your goals could have dire consequences if he finds out. Besides, Qin Yao... I've watched her live streams; she's very innocent and doesn't have any ulterior motives. Using her is immoral."

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

"Direct contact," the expert said. "Open and frank discussions. Tell him our concerns, and express our goodwill. Clarify our bottom line—such as the nuclear weapons issue—but at the same time offer possibilities for cooperation—such as technology exchange, joint development of the African market..."

Will he agree?

"I don't know. But it's better than resorting to underhanded tactics," the expert said earnestly. "Someone like Qin Feng, if you're sincere with him, he'll probably be sincere with you. But if you try to outsmart him, he might just flip the table."

The deputy minister pondered for a long time. Everyone in the meeting room awaited his decision.

Finally, he raised his head: "I agree to direct contact. But not now."

Why?

"Now that the US has just backed down, Qin Feng is at his most vigilant. If we contact him now, he might think we have ulterior motives," the deputy minister analyzed. "Let's wait a while, until this storm has passed, and then contact him discreetly."

"Who should we send?"

"I'll go myself," the deputy minister said.

The meeting room erupted in uproar.

"This is too dangerous! You're a ministerial-level leader, how could you..."

"It's precisely because I'm a ministerial-level leader that I appear sincere," the vice minister waved his hand. "Besides, if Qin Feng really wants to harm me, I'm not safe even in the country. Don't forget, he can precisely strike targets from thousands of miles away. If he really wants to harm me, it doesn't matter where I am."

No one can refute that.

"It's settled then," the deputy minister declared. "Develop a detailed contact plan. Remember, not to exert pressure, not to make demands, but to...make friends. Understand?"

"clear."

Meeting adjourned.

Everyone left the meeting room one after another. In the end, only the deputy minister and the psychologist remained.

"Do you really think... Qin Feng would be willing to cooperate?" the expert asked.

"I don't know," the deputy minister said frankly, "but I know that if we push him to become an enemy, it will be a loss for the country. So, even if there's only a one percent chance, we have to try."

He said softly, "A dragon citizen who possesses such power in the continent... that in itself is a miracle. If this miracle can be used to our advantage, it will change many things."

"What if he doesn't want to be 'used'?"

"Then we'll respect his choice," the deputy minister said. "As long as he doesn't harm national interests or endanger public safety, we'll give him space. After all... he's a Chinese citizen, and that's an undeniable fact."

The expert nodded and said nothing more.

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In late July in Africa, the sun is so intense it seems to melt the earth.

However, inside the Huanyu Group's base, an advanced temperature control system keeps the indoor temperature at a pleasant 24 degrees Celsius.

Qin Feng sat in the main seat of the manor's reception room, facing guests who had come from afar—the Deputy Minister of the Ministry of State Security of the Dragon Kingdom and his team.

The living room is spacious and elegant, with a floor-to-ceiling window on one side, overlooking a meticulously maintained tropical garden.

On the other side of the wall is a huge display screen that shows real-time images of various areas of the base.

The deputy minister was a sprightly old man with gray hair but sharp, eagle-like eyes.

He was wearing a dark suit today, sitting upright, with the typical demeanor of a soldier.

The accompanying team members were all dressed in formal attire, including technicians, diplomats, and security experts, each with a serious yet expectant expression on their face.

"Mr. Qin, thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to meet with us," the Vice Minister said, his voice steady and powerful. "I am the Vice Minister of the Ministry of State Security, representing China."

Qin Feng nodded slightly, his attitude neither humble nor arrogant: "Vice Minister, you're too kind. Please sit down, you must be tired from your journey."

After both parties were seated, the staff served tea and refreshments.

The atmosphere seemed relaxed, but everyone knew how significant this meeting was.

"Mr. Qin is young and promising, and it is admirable that he has built such a successful business overseas." The vice minister began the conversation with careful and formal wording. "The nation is proud to have a Chinese citizen like you living overseas."

Qin Feng smiled, ignoring the compliment: "I simply did what I wanted to do. The Vice Minister's trip here surely wasn't just for a few polite words?"

Direct, frank, and straightforward.

This is Qin Feng's consistent style.

The vice minister was not surprised and nodded, saying, "Indeed. We came here today to discuss the possibility of cooperation with Mr. Qin and Huanyu Group."

"Cooperation?" Qin Feng picked up his teacup, gently blew on it, and asked, "What exactly do you mean?"

"First, there's the resource development in Black Africa," the mining expert beside the vice minister began. "Our country's economic development requires a large amount of mineral resources, and Black Africa is one of the richest regions in terms of resources. Huanyu Group has been deeply involved here for two years and possesses considerable strength and influence. If we could cooperate..."

"Okay." Qin Feng agreed before the other party could finish speaking.

Someone in the team looked surprised—why did they agree so readily?

"Mr. Qin, won't you listen to the specific conditions?" the deputy minister asked.

"No need." Qin Feng put down his teacup. "Which region's mineral resources does the Vice Minister want? Or rather, what kind of minerals does he want?"

"This..." The mining expert looked at the deputy minister.

The deputy minister pondered for a moment: "Frankly speaking, we have a need for minerals throughout Black Africa. But the most important thing is a stable and secure supply chain. As for the specific location... Mr. Qin, where do you think would be suitable?"

Qin Feng laughed: "In Black Continent, anywhere is suitable if I want."

These words were spoken calmly, but the domineering aura they contained sent a shiver down everyone's spine.

"You mean..." the deputy minister asked tentatively.

"What I mean is, the Vice Minister can designate any African country, any mining area," Qin Feng said. "The Huanyu Group can guarantee mining rights, transportation security, and a stable supply. If anyone dares to cause trouble..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood what he meant—if anyone dared to cause trouble, the fate of those people in northern Myanmar would serve as an example.