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

Inside the warehouse, dust churned under the searchlights.

Su Ming opened his backpack, pulled out an overseas engineering project completion acceptance form, and walked straight up to Lao Gao.

"Senior Engineer," Su Ming asked, looking at Lao Gao, "Did you bring the company seal?"

Old Gao jolted awake, instinctively reaching into his pocket: "I brought it, I kept it close to my body like my lifeline!"

Su Ming handed over the documents: "Get a stamp, and this abandoned project will be considered complete and finished."

Old Gao's hands trembled as he took the order. He glanced at the words on it, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets: "Completed? This bridge doesn't even have finished welding the railings! Two load-bearing columns on the drawings are still missing plastering. How can this be considered completed?"

"You want to stay and keep welding?" Su Ming looked at him. "Food and lodging provided, the kind where you weld until you're old."

Old Gao's facial muscles twitched twice. His eyes, which were blurred by the yellow sand, darted back and forth between Blood Axe's fierce, muscular face and Su Ming's indifferent gaze. Finally, he gritted his teeth and made his choice.

"Yes, yes, it's finished, absolutely finished! That's called war-damaged industrial design!" Old Gao deftly unzipped his coat and took out the red official seal from a close-fitting inner lining of the garment.

With a loud "bang".

The red marks were heavily imprinted on the paper.

After signing the document, Lao Gao's heart was bleeding. He felt that all the dignity he had accumulated as an infrastructure worker throughout his life had been fed to the wild dogs in Africa at this moment.

Su Ming retrieved one of the documents and casually stuffed it into Blood Axe's arms.

Su Ming's gaze was calm as still water, his voice echoing in the empty warehouse: "Signature is effective immediately, Mr. Blood Axe. From now on, this is your legal property. Of course, whether you can hold onto this piece of fat is up to you."

Blood Axe clutched the acceptance form tightly.

He had lived so long and killed more people than he had ever read, but these few thin sheets of paper gave him an unprecedented sense of security.

That was the glory belonging to the "property class".

"Brother, that's fair!" Blood Axe let out a long sigh, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Su Ming, "I was a little loud just now, please forgive me. The money's been transferred, take him with you. Get lost before I feel the pinch!"

The engineers were all overjoyed and wept, while the young technicians were already packing their bedding, wishing they could sprout wings and fly away from their misery.

Su Ming stood still, silently put away the verification form, and then suddenly pulled out another document from his bag that was even thicker.

"Public accounts are public accounts; let's settle our private accounts now."

Blood Axe's smile gradually froze, his eyes twitching: "What? We have a private account?"

"You just blew a searchlight into my eyes, and there's the collective psychological trauma caused by the illegal detention," Su Ming began, his tone steady. "A total of four million one hundred and fifty thousand US dollars. Cash or bank transfer?"

Li Changfeng's eyelids twitched uncontrollably. This kid was truly ruthless, leaving no survivors. He even thought that if he were Blood Axe, he would have already opened fire.

Old Gao abruptly pulled back the foot he had just stepped out the door, and froze on the spot.

Oh no, now we really have to go to the martyrs' cemetery.

"What did you say?" Blood Axe's face trembled, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

He's a warlord! He crawled out of piles of corpses; he backed down to save his life, not to act like a coward!

"Brother!" Blood Axe roared, "I just used every last penny I had to pay you off to buy this 'legal fortress'! Next month's pay for the brothers is gone! Where am I going to get four million to pay you back?!"

Behind Blood Axe, a dozen or so mercenaries holding guns suddenly straightened up when they heard the words "unpaid wages".

A dozen pairs of eyes were fixed on the back of Blood Axe's head, and some even subconsciously reached for the dagger at their waists. The only sounds in the room were heavy breathing and the crisp click of safety pins being pulled.

Old Zhao, carrying a thermos, walked around from behind Li Changfeng.

"Tsk tsk, brother, what a fool you are." Old Zhao curled his lip, looking heartbroken. "No cash on hand, can't pay your subordinates' wages, dare you sleep with your eyes closed at night? Believe me, tomorrow morning, your head might be taken away and exchanged for two cases of iced cola?"

Blood Axe felt a chill run down his spine and turned around abruptly.

The adjutant quickly pretended to look at the corner of the wall, while several of his underlings looked down at the mud on their boots, but their hands gripping their guns were so tight they turned white.

No money means death; Blood Axe instantly realized his doomed situation.

"No cash? That's a real shame."

Su Ming sighed at the opportune moment and pulled out another large stack of documents from his bag, the cover of which read: "Asset Mortgage and Debt Transfer Agreement".

"Since you don't have the money, let's take a business approach: debt-to-equity swap."

Blood Axe's mind went blank: "Debt...transfer what?"

"You'll mortgage this fortress you just got legal permits for, the armored vehicles outside, and the armory to me for four million," Su Ming said, handing over the documents. "Sign it, and your debt will be wiped clean."

"Then I still have nothing left?!" Blood Axe's voice cracked.

"This fortress is nominally mine," Su Ming interrupted him, "but I'm busy and need a local to manage it. I'm officially hiring you as the head of security here. You'll continue living here and lead your brothers to guard the place. More importantly..."

Su Ming threw out the final straw: "Once you sign, you'll be the legal manager. I'll allocate a special fund from the subsequent project operating expenses as your security labor fees, paid monthly."

Upon hearing this, the adjutant behind Blood Axe suddenly raised his head, his eyes gleaming green.

"Boss!" The adjutant rushed forward, his voice trembling urgently, "This deal is definitely worth it!"

Blood Axe glared at him: "Are you crazy? You're giving him all your savings!"

"Are you out of your mind?!" The adjutant stamped his feet in frustration. "We don't have a single penny in our accounts! We won't even have breakfast tomorrow! The men are about to rebel! If we sign this, not only will we be debt-free, but we'll also get paid on time! We won't have to rob anymore; we'll go from bandits to white-collar security guards for a multinational corporation, boss! This is fucking incredible luck!"

The finance professional, who had come from a humble background, was also stunned by Su Ming's logic. He nodded frantically, "Boss, this operation is perfectly reasonable from a financial perspective! It avoids all adverse risks!"

Blood Axe's mind went blank. He looked at the document, and he could almost hear the gunshots of his men's betrayal. He knew this was his only way out.

Blood Axe's face flushed red and then paled, his eyes revealing a wild joy born from despair. He strode forward and gripped Su Ming tightly with his calloused hands, hands that had killed countless people.

"Brother! What a coincidence!" Blood Axe's voice choked with emotion, tears welling in his eyes. "I can't say anything more! You've pulled your old brother out of the way at this crucial moment!"

He turned around impatiently, put his hand in his mouth, and bit his thumb hard.

"Hiss—" Blood Axe gasped. Ignoring the pain, he pressed his blood-stained thumb all over the thick stack of dozens of land deeds and mortgage IOUs, leaving a solid red handprint on each page.

After pressing the last card, Blood Axe took half a step back and stood at attention.

This ruthless warlord, who had terrorized the Black Earth Kingdom for ten years, bowed deeply to Su Ming, his forehead almost hitting his knee.

"This is called losing money to avoid disaster. Brother, thank you!" Blood Axe shouted loudly.

Su Ming calmly put away the stack of mortgage documents covered in bloody handprints and patted his schoolbag.

"You're welcome. The settlement is complete. It was a pleasure doing business with you." Su Ming turned around, waved to the construction team huddled in the corner, and said, "Let's go."

Old Gao gripped the wrench and followed along like a wooden man; the only sound in the warehouse was the rapid breathing of a group of people.

Old Zhao stopped as he passed by Blood Axe.

He unscrewed the thermos, took a sip of water, and glanced sideways at the dusty yard.

"Hey, security captain," Old Zhao said, adopting the air of a leader from Jiangda's security department, pointing at Blood Axe, "sweep the yard at six tomorrow morning and pull the weeds from the corners. We're a legitimate multinational corporation; our corporate image is very important. If you don't do a good job, your performance bonus will be docked."

Blood Axe immediately straightened his back and raised his head, replying loudly, "Understood! I will never let the leader worry!"

Just as everyone stepped out the door, Blood Axe suddenly yelled at the top of his lungs from behind, "Wait a minute!"

Click! Li Changfeng whirled around instantly, drawing his gun with his left hand and cocking the safety with his right. The engineers trembled with fear, clinging to each other tightly. Old Gao inwardly groaned, "It's over! This bandit really did realize his mistake and back out!"

Everyone was on high alert.

Blood Axe strode to the middle of the courtyard and yelled at his men, "What are you standing there for! Men! Bring two pickup trucks over! It's not safe for the leaders to walk at night, get them to the main road!"

Five minutes later, Su Ming and his group, sitting in the pickup truck, disappeared completely into the night, accompanied by the enthusiastic farewells of the black men in the distance.