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

Captain Kant's shouts echoed at the river mouth, filled with both justice and shamelessness.

Su Ming glanced at him, too lazy to pay him any attention.

He directed Wang Dachui and others to laboriously drag the huge green military crate onto the deck of the "Truth" using the ship's simple crane and a few cables.

"Thump!"

The box hit the deck, causing the ship to rock three times.

When Kant saw that the box was actually on the ship, he panicked. He felt like his little Hawaiian island was being dug away, shovel by shovel.

He raised the megaphone again, his voice distorted, filled with sobs and anger.

"Don't move! Our Eastern friends in front, please stop your illegal unpacking activities immediately!"

"That crate contains military supplies that fell into our territory! According to international law, it now belongs to Tanzania! You have no right to open it!"

On the Aletheon, everyone was shocked by these remarks; even Sam forgot to clutch his belt.

Wang Dachui's eyes twitched violently. He pointed at the fat, dark-skinned man opposite him who was still waving his white underwear, then turned to Su Ming: "Special Envoy, is he even speaking human language? Can you really communicate with someone who doesn't even care about their underwear?"

Su Ming didn't answer, but just looked at Kant across from him, then took a step back and made a "please" gesture.

"Okay, everyone gets a share." Su Ming generously spread his hands, "I'll give you half."

Kant's eyes lit up instantly, and he looked at Su Ming suspiciously.

So easy to talk to? There's probably something fishy going on.

But upon seeing the dark green, military-grade sealed container, greed instantly overwhelmed reason. This stuff was pulled from the belly of one of those large aircraft; unless it was a bomb, it was definitely top-tier quality!

"You're smart to know what's good for you!"

With a wave of his hand, Kant led two trusted men directly onto the "Actual".

He greedily stroked the cold box, tapping it with the butt of his rifle, producing a dull thud. The workmanship, the airtightness—if it contained weapons, it would be enough to arm a regiment; if it contained US dollars, he could buy half of Hawaii!

"What are you all standing there for? Take him away!" Kant shouted excitedly at his men.

Just as the two soldiers were about to lift it, Su Ming stepped forward and blocked the box.

"Captain Kant, we've agreed on half of it, so why don't we just open it here and split it?" Su Ming said calmly. "What if you take it over and then deny it? Who am I supposed to complain to?"

Kant paused, then let out a sinister laugh, full of mockery.

Distribute it here? Sure.

This is his territory, dozens of guns are pointed at him. If the box is filled with gold or US dollars when it's opened, I'll shoot you dead, it's all mine!

"Alright! Let's open it right here!" Kant rubbed his hands together, his eyes fixed on the latch, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. "Let me see what kind of earth-shattering treasure it is that warrants such a large plane making a special trip to deliver it!"

Su Ming nodded to Wang Dachui beside him.

Wang Dachui found a crowbar, inserted it into the gap, and pressed down hard.

With a "click," the latch popped open.

A crisp sound rang out on the deck, and Kant instantly held his breath. He stared intently at the crack, his eyes practically gleaming with golden light.

Wang Dachui and several engineers worked together to lift the heavy box lid.

The contents of the box were exposed to everyone.

There is no gold, no diamonds, and no rare earth elements.

There was only a pile of... red and green plastic bags.

The top layer is a neatly arranged plate of braised beef noodles.

Below is Lao Tan Pickled Cabbage Noodles.

Next up is mushroom and chicken noodle soup.

There were even several bottles of Lao Gan Ma chili sauce wrapped tightly in foam and several bags of vacuum-packed pickled vegetables.

The sea breeze howled, but the deck was eerily quiet.

All the engineers were stunned.

They had just escaped from dire straits.

It has just been through the baptism of gunfire.

I just witnessed the Y-20, a national strategic asset, being airdropped across the border.

Then, what the motherland threw down to them... was instant noodles?

The sheer absurdity overwhelmed everyone. A young engineer couldn't hold back and burst into tears: "I risked my life in a firefight, just for a bowl of instant noodles?"

Su Ming looked at the box full of instant noodles without any expression. He simply pushed through the crowd and reached into the depths of the packaging bags.

There, there was a small square box wrapped in gold velvet. It was secured in shock-absorbing foam and surrounded by airbags, receiving treatment eighteen levels higher than those Lao Gan Ma (a popular chili sauce brand).

Su Ming's expression changed instantly.

He carefully, as if holding a priceless treasure, took out the square box.

He gently untied the velvet cloth, revealing what was inside.

That was a book.

A review book as thick as a brick.

On the cover, a line of large, gold-embossed characters reflected the afternoon sunlight, the dazzling light causing everyone around to instinctively squint.

The book's title is—"College English Test Band 6 Past Exam Questions Explained + Vocabulary Memorization (Intensive Edition)".

Captain Kant was completely dumbfounded. He stared blankly at the book, his fingers trembling violently, and turned to his adjutant, Odo, asking, "What is this? God's code of law? Or the Eastern version of Sun Tzu's Art of War? Why... why do I feel a suffocating sense of oppression emanating from it?"

Odo shook his head frantically; he couldn't understand it either.

Su Ming smiled.

His usually tense face broke into a smile so bright it sent chills down your spine.

He stroked the gold-embossed cover with great affection, treating it as a precious treasure.

"Li Changfeng..."

Su Ming murmured softly, his gentle tone giving the surrounding engineers goosebumps.

"You understand me. You really understand me."

He looked up, glanced around, and announced in high spirits, "The exam is coming up soon, and I've been worried about not having any practice questions."

Meanwhile, at the security office of Jiangnan University, thousands of miles away.

Li Changfeng was holding a rubber baton in one hand and his other hand on his hip, handling a dispute over a "lion's head meatball" at the second canteen while looking at the monitor screen. Suddenly, without warning, he shivered, his heart clenching as if he had been precisely targeted by some strange thought that transcended time and space.

He rubbed his chest blankly and muttered, "Strange, is the air conditioning set too low?"

Just then, the walkie-talkie on my waist crackled to life.

The walkie-talkie crackled with anxious inquiry from security guard Xiao Wang: "Captain Li? Captain Li? Are you still there? Are we going to let Zhang spit out the lion's head meatballs or not?"

Li Changfeng rubbed his temples and decisively gave the order into the walkie-talkie:

"Make him vomit! Make him vomit! Record it as evidence! This is attempted theft of public property, a serious offense! Make him write an 800-word self-criticism and hand it in to my office tomorrow!"

"Yes...yes! Captain Li!"

Li Changfeng hung up the walkie-talkie, feeling as if he had handled a sensational case, and a long-lost sense of control returned to his heart.

At the river mouth, the sea breeze remains unchanged.

Captain Kant also saw the cover of the book. Although he couldn't read Chinese characters, he could tell that it was a... textbook.

He was stunned for three seconds.

Then, he abruptly threw down the binoculars and let out a deafening roar of helplessness towards the sky:

"I fucking...almost started an international war over a case of instant noodles and a tattered book?!"