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

Jiangnan University, Second Canteen, Second Floor.

The air was filled with the sweet aroma of braised pork and the spicy smell of mala xiang guo (a type of spicy stir-fry).

Zhang Hao, holding a tray, sat opposite Su Ming, his eyes darting around, even the way he ate his rice betrayed his guilt. After holding back for a while, he finally couldn't help but lower his voice and lean closer with a mysterious look.

"Brother Su, I have a question for you, please don't be angry."

Su Ming picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork without looking up: "Speak."

"That Gu Changfeng... is he your long-lost father?" Zhang Hao asked cautiously. "Otherwise, it doesn't make sense. He was offered a 10 billion yuan share right outside Mixue Ice Cream, and you refused... This plot is something even the novels I stayed up all night reading wouldn't dare to write!"

Su Ming paused while chewing on the pork tenderloin, then glanced at him with an expression as if he were an idiot.

"My surname is Su, and his surname is Gu. Do you think my summer job includes getting a new father?"

"Yeah...yeah, that's true." Zhang Hao blushed, choked on his words, and awkwardly buried his head in his rice.

Fine, I admit I'm being narrow-minded.

Just then, a commotion arose from the crowd not far away.

A middle-aged man dressed in neat casual clothes, but whose demeanor stood out from the students around him, was standing at the window getting his food. He took out a brand-new campus card and handed it to the lady at the window.

"Comrade, top up your account with some money."

"How much should I top up?"

The man thought for a moment, and to appear natural, he decided to top up a moderate amount. Two hundred yuan was enough for a student to eat for a week.

"Two hundred," he said.

The man stood ramrod straight; it was Li Changfeng. The old general's roar from the Xishan command center was still echoing in his mind, and he was thinking about how to improve his relationship with Su Ming. His heart skipped a beat, his hand trembled, and he accidentally added an extra zero to the payment screen.

"Beep—Recharge successful, amount: two thousand yuan. Your balance is two thousand yuan."

As soon as the machine's loud announcement rang out, the area in front of the window fell silent, and the eyes of the students queuing around immediately focused on Li Changfeng.

two thousand!

What kind of wealthy family would be so foolish as to top up their meal card with two thousand yuan at once? Are they planning to treat the cafeteria like their home, providing three meals a day plus late-night snacks?

Li Changfeng's face instantly turned red, and he froze on the spot, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Brother Su, look!" Zhang Hao nudged Su Ming. "That swindler... no, Brother Li is here!"

Su Ming followed his gaze and met Li Changfeng's distorted expression of embarrassment.

Li Changfeng carried a tray with a lone steamed bun and a bowl of seaweed soup on it, and walked over with a stiff upper lip.

"Hehe, Xiao Su, what a coincidence, you're eating here too."

Su Ming put down his chopsticks and looked at him expressionlessly: "Director Li, your meal card balance is quite high."

"..." Li Changfeng's face twitched, and he quickly waved his hand, forcing a stiff smile: "Hey, Little Su, no, no, no, calling me Director is too formal! You must call me Brother Li!"

Su Ming glanced at him and readily greeted him, "Brother Li."

The call of "Brother Li" made Li Changfeng so excited that he almost jumped out of his chair, wishing he could give a military salute on the spot. He immediately felt a sense of relief, as if a huge weight had been lifted from his heart.

He suppressed his excitement, pulled out a chair, and sat down, getting straight to the point. He lowered his voice, his expression becoming serious: "Su Ming, there's an emergency."

Almost simultaneously, Su Ming felt a gaze upon him. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Lin Xiaoyue and several female classmates sitting not far away, curiously looking in their direction.

Su Ming ignored him, turned his gaze back to Li Changfeng.

"Speak," Su Ming said succinctly.

Li Changfeng leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, and looked solemn.

"The National Center for Disease Control and Prevention sent a request for assistance to the Xishan Command Center through the highest level of encryption."

"It's not an order, it's a request for help," he emphasized.

"The location is on the border of the South Vietnam Kingdom, in a primeval jungle that the locals call the 'Weeping Rainforest'."

Li Changfeng took a deep breath and slowly uttered the last sentence.

"We need you to go there and find something—a virus that can make infected people physically 'immortal'."