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

Li Changfeng's eyes twitched violently as he looked at the contract in front of him, which had been altered beyond recognition.

"I'll tolerate the 20 million yuan for emotional distress," Li Changfeng said through gritted teeth, pointing at the contract clause. "After all, you were injured on the job."

Although it was a heartbreak.

"I'd accept a five million yuan subsidy for high-altitude ultraviolet radiation damage," Li Changfeng took a deep breath. "I'll assume your face is made of gold."

His finger trembled as he pointed to the last handwritten supplementary clause: "But what the heck is this 'CET-6 Exam Preparation Full Attendance Guarantee Fund'? It's charged by the minute? Five thousand yuan per minute?"

Su Ming sat in a folding chair, twirling a red pen in his hand, without even lifting his eyelids: "My time is precious. Going to the plateau means I can't go to the library, I can't attend evening self-study sessions, and I have to face the risk of brain cell death due to lack of oxygen. This is all a sacrifice for the country. Making you pay by the minute is already a discount for you."

"And one more thing," Su Ming tapped the table with his pen, "Party A must guarantee Party B at least three hours of absolutely quiet study time every day. If gunfights, avalanches, or your snoring disturb my vocabulary memorization, it will be considered a breach of contract, and I'll have to pay extra."

Li Changfeng clutched his chest and pulled out some nitroglycerin pills from the drawer.

"sign."

The old general gave me a blank check. Forget tens of millions, even if he bought half of the Himalayas... never mind, I can't afford it.

Li Changfeng quickly signed his name and stamped it with the radish seal.

"The payment will be transferred to your account within three hours." Li Changfeng stood up, straightened his collar, and resumed his stern expression. "Now, go to the equipment depot to collect your gear. We need cold-weather clothing, tactical vests, satellite communicators..."

"Need not."

Su Ming stood up, slung the faded canvas bag over his shoulder, and said, "Let's go to the supermarket."

What are you going to the supermarket for?

"Buy equipment."

……

Jiangnan University, an educational supermarket.

It's still the same boss who runs the Mediterranean-style hair salon.

He was eating sunflower seeds and watching a show when he looked up and saw a familiar group of people.

A handsome student, and that perverted security captain who bought a bunch of condoms and sanitary napkins last time.

The boss's eyes instantly became meaningful.

"Oh, here you are again?" The boss spat out the sunflower seed shells and looked at Li Changfeng with a smile. "Are you going to get those 'special purpose' ultra-thin ones again this time? We just got the strawberry flavor."

Li Changfeng's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

He, a retired elite special forces soldier and the head of the security department, had been completely reduced to a strange uncle with peculiar hobbies in the eyes of this boss.

"Shut up." Li Changfeng said with a dark face, retreating to the doorway to stand guard.

Su Ming pushed the shopping cart straight to the snack section.

"Zhenzhi Sticks, strawberry flavor, two buckets, please."

"Popping candy, cola flavor, the really strong kind, five boxes."

"I need twenty of these small round mirrors that cost two yuan each."

"I'll take all of this kite string. How's its strength? Can it snap a pig's neck?"

The shopkeeper's hand, holding sunflower seeds, froze in mid-air. He looked at Su Ming as if he were a dangerous individual who had just escaped from a mental hospital: "Young man, these kite strings are for decent people to fly kites."

Su Ming ignored him and continued shopping.

Strong rubber bands, plastic wrap, a large bag of the cheapest salt, and a few glow sticks.

Li Changfeng stood at the door, looking at the mountain of snacks and groceries piled up in the shopping cart, his blood pressure soaring to the top of his head.

He rushed over, his voice low and menacing, "Su Ming! We're going to the snowy wilderness! To fight to the death with international mercenaries! What are you buying all this for? Can popping candy kill people? Or are you planning to treat that agent codenamed 'Snow Fox' to lollipops?"

Su Ming picked up a bag of popping candy, shook it, and listened to the crackling sound inside.

"Captain Li, you don't understand."

Su Ming tossed the candy into the car, expressionless. "This is 'special tactical diplomatic supplies.' As for the mirror and kite string... that's the romance of physics."

"Romantic my foot!" Li Changfeng snapped, "Even if you bought a kitchen knife, I'd think you were normal!"

"A kitchen knife won't pass security."

Su Ming pushed the cart toward the cashier, glanced back at Li Changfeng, and said, "Pay. The invoice should be addressed to 'Jiangnan University Security Department Research Funding'."

The shopkeeper scanned the code skillfully, exclaiming as he did so, "The school security department these days has such a wide range of services; they even reimburse popping candy."

Li Changfeng trembled as he took out his official card. When he swiped the card, he felt like he wasn't buying snacks, but paying a tax on his own stupidity.

Stepping out of the convenience store, Li Changfeng looked at Su Ming carrying the backpack full of "trash" and asked in despair, "That's it? Where's the gun? Where's the knife? Where's the night vision goggles?"

Su Ming unwrapped a lollipop and popped it into his mouth, saying indistinctly, "You can take those. I'm the technical consultant, responsible for the mental work. The physical labor is yours."

Li Changfeng looked up at the sky, his expression sorrowful.

He had already foreseen his fate: in his portrait, adorned with military medals, the eulogy read—"The Republic's most outstanding security chief, who tragically died in the line of duty while on a mission in the snowy plateau due to a heart attack caused by long-term high blood pressure."