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

In the fountain square in front of the library, Gu Changfeng stood by the car, his figure upright, his gaze fixed on the slender figure in the third-floor corridor.

Li Changfeng's face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

He strode to the top of the stairs, his figure like a mountain, and said in a low voice with no room for argument, "Halt! This is an order, and also a request!"

"Brother Li, I'm going downstairs to buy a bottle of water." Su Ming walked past him expressionlessly.

"I'll buy it for you!" Li Changfeng said anxiously, reaching into his pocket, only to pull out a bunch of keys and half a crumpled pack of cigarettes.

In that one second of delay, Su Ming had already reached the second floor.

Li Changfeng gritted his teeth and chased after him, taking three steps at a time, like a mother hen protecting her food. He rushed in front of Su Ming, forcefully straightened his chest, and shouted sternly at Gu Changfeng downstairs:

"Gu Changfeng! This is a university! A key national institution for talent cultivation! Not your backyard! Move your car immediately, or I'll call security for disturbing campus order!"

Gu Changfeng seemed not to hear, his eyes were only on Su Ming.

Su Ming strolled out from behind Li Changfeng, leaned casually against the railing, and looked down at the man worth hundreds of billions below.

"Boss Gu, I'm very busy. You're really interfering with my studies."

"I know! I know!" Gu Changfeng was sweating profusely. "Mr. Su, name your price! I only have one condition: bring Dr. Chen back alive!"

"I already said, it's not about money." Su Ming shook his head.

Li Changfeng was secretly delighted. Yes! That's the attitude! This ancestor is finally showing some awareness of the importance of protecting key national talents!

"I really have to take the CET-6 exam," Su Ming added earnestly. "Cross-border business involves travel time to and from the exam, plus the time spent on missions, which would cause me to miss the opportunity cost. That opportunity cost is too high."

Li Changfeng stumbled and almost tumbled down the stairs.

He turned around abruptly and stared at Su Ming in astonishment.

Opportunity cost?

Is the fate of a national treasure-level expert measured by a single English CET-6 exam?

Gu Changfeng downstairs was also stunned for a moment, then grasped the key point and immediately shouted, "I'll get you the best tutoring team! Linguistics professors from Harvard and Oxford! I guarantee you'll pass the TEM-8 next time without any preparation!"

"Next time?" Su Ming frowned. "I only care about the present moment."

"Then..." Gu Changfeng gritted his teeth and held up one finger.

"One hundred million!"

Li Changfeng gasped.

Su Ming didn't say anything, and turned around to go back to the reading room.

"Two hundred million!" Gu Changfeng exclaimed anxiously.

Su Ming didn't stop walking.

"Three hundred million!" Gu Changfeng's voice was hoarse with excitement. He held up three fingers, his tone resolute: "Three hundred million after tax! This is all the liquid funds I can use! If you nod, my finance team can complete the first transfer within twenty minutes!"

Su Ming finally stopped.

He turned around, not to look at Gu Changfeng, but to look at Li Changfeng, who was about to faint beside him.

"Brother Li."

"Huh?" Li Changfeng responded subconsciously.

"Dr. Chen is a top rare earth expert in China, right?"

"Yes...it's a national treasure among national treasures." Li Changfeng nodded with difficulty.

"Now that he's out of contact, does that constitute a significant risk of state-owned asset loss?"

Li Changfeng was taken aback, his mind racing: "...Theoretically, yes."

"The official evacuation operation is blocked, so you can't get in, right?"

"Yes, the rebels have sealed off the area, we..."

"So," Su Ming interrupted him without room for argument, "my trip this time isn't a private commission. It's a 'non-official overseas high-risk asset preservation operation' sponsored by Mr. Gu Changfeng."

Li Changfeng's eyes widened in surprise.

He understood.

This kid, with just a few words, turned a shady overseas job into a legitimate one that dragged the country down with it!

Ignoring his shock, Su Ming continued, "The three hundred million is my fee. But since it's a 'security operation,' the risks can't be borne entirely by a 'patriotic civilian.'"

He looked at Li Changfeng and said, word by word:

"I want your Xishan Command to buy me a personal accident insurance policy, with Director Zhao of the Sunshine Welfare Home listed as the beneficiary. As for the coverage amount... let's break your command's record."

"Also, during the operation, I need top-level intelligence support. I'll ask you questions, and you'll answer them."

"Finally," Su Ming held up three fingers, "an advance payment of two hundred million. I need it now."

He looked down at Gu Changfeng again, his voice not loud, but it carried clearly.

"Boss Gu, transfer the money. After you transfer the money, I'll talk to my boss about the contract."

Gu Changfeng felt as if he had been granted a pardon; his hands trembled with excitement as he immediately pulled out his phone: "Yes, yes, yes! Right away! Right away!"

Li Changfeng stood there, mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.

He didn't feel like he was some kind of security captain.

He was a middleman in a large-scale transnational kidnapping case.

Moreover, the scapegoat who was kidnapped seems to be... one's superior unit?!