Searching for someone in northern Myanmar, and you call that earning tuition fees?

Police SUVs sped along empty suburban roads, their engines roaring deafeningly.

Li Changfeng gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, his eyes wide like copper bells, and he was muttering to himself.

"Damn it, drive faster, faster! This is my territory, how dare you scoundrels run rampant!"

As he yelled, he glanced at Su Ming in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Su Ming was quietly watching the scenery rushing past the window, his calm expression no different from that of someone riding a sightseeing bus.

Li Changfeng immediately felt a surge of heroic spirit, patting his chest: "Su Ming, don't be afraid, Brother Li will protect you! Although I'm a security guard now, back in the day in Xishan, everyone in the underworld called me 'Little Whirlwind of Xishan'!"

Su Ming finally turned his gaze away from the window and looked at the "Little Whirlwind" who was indulging in self-admiration.

"Brother Li."

"Hey! Little brother, what's up?"

"Could you contact the transportation department and switch all the traffic lights along the route from here to the abandoned flour mill to a constant green? Also, I need the original architectural plans of that abandoned flour mill, accurate to the centimeter."

Li Changfeng's heroic expression froze.

There was a three-second silence inside the car.

"Su Ming! Do you think I, the security advisor at Jiangnan University, am some kind of magic wish-granting machine?!" Li Changfeng couldn't help but raise his voice, the steering wheel creaking under his grip. "Do you think employee number 9527 is Doraemon's pocket?! I seriously suspect that next time you'll need me to connect you to Heaven and ask the Jade Emperor for tomorrow's weather forecast!"

Su Ming thought about it seriously for a moment: "If possible, could you also ask if it will rain this weekend? My blankets need to be aired out."

Li Changfeng almost chewed the steering wheel because he couldn't catch his breath.

He felt like he wasn't leading a young genius, but rather an alien wishing black hole, specifically designed to drain him dry.

"Is there anything else you need? Should I contact NASA and have them send a satellite to do real-time thermal imaging analysis for you?" Li Changfeng was already starting to talk nonsense.

"Is that okay?" Su Ming's eyes lit up.

"No way! Do you think the space agency is my personal property?!" Li Changfeng roared with all his might.

After yelling, he deflated, silently picked up his phone, and adopted a businesslike tone: "Hey? This is the security department of Jiangnan University, employee number 9527... Yes, I'm not drunk! We're on a top-level mission and need your cooperation... What? Another scam call? I'll sue you for defamation! I..."

Li Changfeng roared into the phone for a long time, but in the end he changed his number and used the exact same "wartime emergency plan" rhetoric as before. Only then did the person on the other end of the phone become respectful.

After hanging up the phone, Li Changfeng pulled the car over to the side of the road and slumped into the driver's seat, as if his soul had been ripped away.

Not long after, a police motorcycle roared up, and the rider snapped to attention, handing over a sealed document bag.

Li Changfeng listlessly took the file bag and handed it to Su Ming in the back seat.

Li Changfeng said with a look of utter despair, "Everything you wanted is inside. What last words... Bah! Just say what you need at once! I'm a senior colonel, employee number 9527, and I've completely lost face today!"

Su Ming took the file bag, quickly glanced through it, and nodded: "Thanks, Brother Li."

He paused, then added, "Don't worry, I'll give you 10% of this bonus."

Li Changfeng's originally dim eyes suddenly lit up!

Like a wolf that hasn't eaten for three days seeing meat, its eyes glowed with a green light!

He sprang up from his seat, turned to stare at Su Ming, his voice trembling slightly: "Twenty percent!"

Su Ming looked at him expressionlessly: "One and a half percent, take it or leave it."

"Deal!" Li Changfeng slapped his thigh, as if afraid that Su Ming would change his mind.

Li Changfeng sat up straight instantly, quickly straightening his wrinkled security uniform. His previous half-dead appearance vanished, and he became energetic again.

He gripped the steering wheel again, his gaze sharpening.

"Advisor Su, please feel free to ask if there's anything else you need! If I, Li Changfeng, were to even flinch from going through fire and water, I wouldn't be the Little Whirlwind of Xishan!"

Before he could finish speaking, the SUV roared off, leaving a trail of black exhaust fumes.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Jiang Nanyan witnessed the entire transaction. She held her forehead, feeling her worldview being repeatedly challenged by these two clowns.

This guy isn't a crime-solving genius at all; he's clearly a money-grubber with a clueless older brother who's been completely swindled by him!