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

The best spot by the window on the third floor of the library.

Su Ming was staring at a book titled "College English Test Band 6 High-Frequency Vocabulary," his brow furrowed in worry. His enemies at that moment were the three words: abandon, abundant, and abuse, which looked like triplets.

This is even more mentally taxing than dismantling the geomagnetic core in Lop Nur.

"Buzz...buzz..."

The phone in my pocket started vibrating rhythmically.

Su Ming ignored him and continued to struggle with the letters in the dictionary.

"Buzz...buzz...buzz..."

The vibrations became rapid, as if they were urging me to my death.

A senior student next to him, with thinning hair and clearly a third attempt at the postgraduate entrance exam, finally couldn't take it anymore.

He abruptly raised his head, lowered his voice, and angrily said, "Excuse me, could you please move your tractor outside?"

Su Ming closed the book expressionlessly.

He walked out of the reading room, into the quiet stairwell, and took out his phone.

Caller ID: Gu Changfeng.

Su Ming swiped to answer the call, his tone less than friendly: "Feed."

"Mr. Su! You finally answered the phone!" On the other end of the line, Gu Changfeng's voice was excited and hoarse, with a hint of panic.

Su Ming leaned against the wall, rubbed his temples, and asked lazily, "Boss Gu, what's wrong? Didn't you get enough of the sand from Lop Nur last time?"

"Mr. Su, you must be joking. This time...this time it's a huge disaster!" Gu Changfeng's voice trembled. "One of my brothers, Dr. Chen, who's risked his life for me, has had an accident in Africa!"

Su Ming didn't react much: "If it's lost in Africa, then go look for it in Africa. Boss Gu, you have connections everywhere, you don't need me, do you?"

"Not lost, but out of contact!" Gu Changfeng spoke rapidly. "He's one of our country's top rare earth experts, sent to Tanzania to provide technical assistance. Then, the night before last, a coup suddenly broke out in Tanzania, and three warlords were fighting each other! Our embassy organized an evacuation, but the mining area where Dr. Chen is located has been occupied by the rebels, and the roads are cut off; he can't get in at all!"

"A place even the authorities can't get into?" Su Ming raised an eyebrow. "That means it's very dangerous."

"Yes! It's extremely dangerous! That's why I'm begging you to help!"

"Oh," Su Ming said casually, "then I won't answer."

"Why...why?!" Gu Changfeng was stunned.

"Boss Gu, this is a part-time job, so I need to assess the risks," Su Ming analyzed calmly. "Cross-border business, especially in war-torn regions, carries a very high risk factor. The cost-effectiveness of this job is too low."

"Money is no object!" Gu Changfeng shouted immediately. "Name your price! Any amount is fine!"

Su Ming remained silent for two seconds.

"It's not about the money."

Gu Changfeng felt a chill in his heart. Did even Mr. Su think there was no hope?

Su Ming replied earnestly, "I have to take the CET-6 exam, I don't have time."

Gu Changfeng: "..."

He felt that there must be something wrong with either his ears or his brain.

You're telling me you need to take the CET-6 exam just to save a national treasure-level expert?

Just as Su Ming was about to hang up the phone, a figure appeared at the other end of the corridor.

Li Changfeng.

He was wearing a brand-new security guard uniform, holding a rubber baton, and staring at me with a serious expression.

That look in his eyes was like a zookeeper watching a panda about to climb over a wall.

Li Changfeng strode over, lowered his voice, and spoke with unusual seriousness.

"Africa? Tanzania? Where are you going?"

He clearly overheard the phone conversation.

"I'm not going," Su Ming replied crisply.

Li Changfeng breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest, and felt his heart rate finally drop from 180. Thank goodness, this troublemaker finally behaved himself for once.

"Good that you're not going! Good that you're not going! Just don't get any funny ideas! Your job is to stay at school and behave yourself. We'll take care of things if anything happens! In places like Africa, bullets don't have eyes!"

Su Ming nodded: "That's what I think too."

As he spoke, he said into the phone, "Did you hear that, Mr. Gu? Our school's security captain doesn't agree."

On the other end of the phone, Gu Changfeng's roaring voice was so loud it hurt your ears: "Let him talk to me! I'm talking to him!"

Li Changfeng's face darkened. He snatched the phone, suppressing his anger, and unleashed a torrent of words into the microphone: "Gu Changfeng! I'm warning you, don't even think about touching Su Ming! He's now a key national protected... uh, talent! If you dare send him to the African battlefield, I'll make sure your Gu Group faces a joint tax audit by eight departments tomorrow!"

"Beep...beep..." Gu Changfeng hung up the phone immediately.

Li Changfeng returned the phone to Su Ming and smiled smugly.

He was smug, feeling as if he had just been possessed by an aura of dominance.

"Done. You see, you have to be tough when dealing with these kinds of capitalists."

Su Ming looked at him expressionlessly.

"Brother Li, have you ever wondered why he hung up the phone so suddenly?"

Li Changfeng was taken aback: "Why? Were you intimidated by my domineering aura?"

Su Ming pointed downstairs.

A black Rolls-Royce Phantom arrogantly parked in the fountain square in front of the library.

Gu Changfeng pushed open the car door, looked up at the corridor on the third floor, and his eyes were filled with a ruthless determination.

Li Changfeng's smile froze. He felt as if his domineering aura had leaked out.