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

The villas at Sanatorium No. 3 were specially approved by the military; they are detached houses with their own courtyards, backed by coconut groves and facing the sea.

Li Changfeng threw his suitcase onto the living room floor. This place is nice; it's suitable for retirement.

Hassan stood in the center of the living room, turned around, and looked like he was constipated.

"Old Man Su Ming, are we staying here?"

Hassan pointed to the somewhat old crystal chandelier, looking aggrieved. "This isn't even as nice as my camel's birthing room. Is it because I didn't tip you? I can pay more, let's go stay in a seven-star hotel. There's no golden toilet here, I can't poop."

Su Ming was checking the window latches without turning his head: "It's safe here. A seven-star hotel is crowded and noisy; do you expect Black Mamba's men to deliver room service?"

Hassan shrank back, not daring to utter a sound. His life was more important than the toilet.

Li Changfeng took a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, unscrewed it, took a sip, and glanced at Su Ming: "You're just going to fool him like that? This fat guy looks like a landlord's stupid son, but he's not really stupid."

Su Ming walked up to Hassan and extended his hand: "To ensure security, I need to carry out comprehensive physical structural reinforcement and electronic signal shielding of the villa. This is an additional value-added service."

Without saying a word, Hassan pulled out a thick wad of US dollars from his pocket and slapped it into Su Ming's hand: "Is this enough? If not, I have more."

Su Ming skillfully counted the money and put it in his pocket: "That's enough. Go to that room on the second floor; the view is better, making it easier to jump out the window and escape."

Hassan's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly, "Professional!" Then he happily picked up his suitcase and ran off.

Li Changfeng's lips twitched.

"What did you do?" Li Changfeng pointed at Su Ming. "You just touched the window frame a couple of times, and you call that physical structural reinforcement?"

"Psychological comfort is also part of the service," Su Ming said matter-of-factly. "Besides, what I was doing just now was checking the resonant frequency to prevent anyone from using infrasound weapons."

Li Changfeng sneered and took out a black notebook from his bag.

He walked to the sofa, sat down, opened his notebook, and took out his pen.

Su Ming leaned closer: "Writing a will? Isn't that a bit too early?"

"I'm writing 'Su Ming's Criminal Evidence Observation Report'," Li Changfeng wrote heavily on the paper.

Date: June 5st.

Location: Villa No. 3, Qiong Island.

Incident: Su Ming exploited information asymmetry to sell so-called "physical reinforcement services" to foreign friends, which were actually devoid of any technical content. This person is greedy and profit-driven, with no moral compass. It is recommended that the organization thoroughly investigate his tax issues.

After finishing writing, Li Changfeng closed the notebook and gave Su Ming a provocative look: "I will record your every word and action. When you graduate, this report will be a stain on your file."

Su Ming showed no fear, and instead took out a roll of tape from his bag: "Uncle Li, since you're free, can you lend me a hand?"

"What are you doing?"

"One of the bills Hassan just gave me had a corner torn off." Su Ming handed over the US dollar bill. "Didn't you do counterfeit money identification? Help me glue it back together, otherwise the bank won't accept it."

Li Changfeng felt his temples throbbing wildly again.

He grabbed the banknote, wanting to crumple it, but then stopped himself, remembering it was evidence.

"Su Ming," Li Changfeng gritted his teeth, "I'm here for recuperation, not to be your accountant!"

"A thousand yuan in handling fees."

"Deal." Li Changfeng snatched the tape.

Making money off Su Ming is more satisfying than fighting a war. It's a kind of spiritual victory.

into the night.

Hassan was having trouble sleeping on the second floor because there was no golden toilet.

Su Ming slept on a makeshift bed in the living room on the first floor and guarded the main entrance.

Li Changfeng was in the master bedroom, listening to the sound of the waves. He opened his diary and added another sentence:

Addendum: This creature is extremely corrosive; even I fell victim to it. It is a grave threat and must be guarded against!