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

Li Changfeng's excitement froze.

Looking at Su Ming's overly young and overly calm face, he was momentarily at a loss for how to react.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

"Ahem," Li Changfeng cleared his throat, trying to steer the conversation back on track.

"Su Ming, this mission is of utmost importance, concerning national biosecurity and of great significance..."

"I understand," Su Ming interrupted him, his tone still calm.

"It is precisely because of its great significance and extremely high risk that we need to discuss compensation. This is a matter of respect for the task and for those who are carrying it out."

Li Changfeng was momentarily speechless at this twisted logic, but upon closer reflection, he found it surprisingly reasonable.

He gritted his teeth, thinking that since the commander had said "at all costs," he shouldn't be stingy.

"One hundred million!" Li Changfeng held up one finger, his voice ringing out.

"After tax! This is the highest individual performance bonus we can apply for!"

He thought that once this number was thrown out, Su Ming would at least have some reaction, even if he wasn't excited.

However, Su Ming simply shook his head.

"Brother Li, you've misunderstood."

Li Changfeng's heart skipped a beat.

Not enough?

"Su Ming, this price is already..."

"This isn't about money," Su Ming interrupted him again.

Li Changfeng was stunned.

It's not about the money.

He instantly thought of those heroes who selflessly dedicated themselves to the country. Could it be... could it be that Su Ming's awareness had reached such a level? He wanted to dedicate himself to the country without expecting anything in return?

In an instant, Li Changfeng's eyes were filled with emotion, admiration, and even a little shame as he looked at Su Ming.

He actually used money to measure a hero!

"Su Ming, I..." Li Changfeng's voice choked with emotion.

"That's a matter of adding money," Su Ming added calmly.

"..."

Li Changfeng's emotions were like riding a roller coaster, plummeting from the peak to the bottom and shattering into pieces.

He stood there with his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time, feeling his emotions being repeatedly manipulated.

"To die for one's country is an honor for soldiers and martyrs. They have official positions, pensions, and posthumous fame." Su Ming counted on his fingers and began to calculate seriously.

"I'm just a part-time worker, to put it bluntly, a temporary worker for the government. If I die inside, it will be considered a work-related injury."

"This mission is SSS-level, and the opponent is the 'Undying Virus,' with a slim chance of survival. Therefore, this money is not a reward, but an advance payment for workers' compensation and personal accident insurance."

He looked at the dumbfounded Li Changfeng and continued:

"Based on the international rates for top mercenaries and experts in high-risk professions, the starting price for death insurance for an SSS-level mission is thirty million US dollars. Considering that this is serving the country, there's some sentiment involved, so we can offer a discount out of friendship."

Su Ming took out his phone, opened the calculator, and his fingers flew across the keys.

"I'll give you a friendly price: 200 million. 100 million of that is my appearance fee. The other 100 million, if I don't come back, will automatically be converted into a designated donation fund. Half will go to the welfare home where I grew up, and the other half will be used to establish a 'Heroic Acts and Special Contribution Temporary Worker Compensation Fund,' specifically to compensate temporary workers like me who work overtime for the country and unfortunately die in the line of duty."

He looked up at Li Changfeng earnestly: "Be professional, Brother Li. This money must be given. This is to encourage others to stand up in the future."

Li Changfeng was completely speechless.

He found himself unable to refute it at all.

This logic... it's so perfectly sound, it even exudes a sense of high professional ethics and profound humanistic concern?

The scope of the situation has been completely broadened!

"Okay...okay!" Li Changfeng slapped his thigh, as if he had made up his mind. "I agree! I'll apply to the higher-ups right away!"

He took out his encrypted phone, walked to the side, and began to report in a low voice.

"Reporting, sir! ...Yes, Comrade Su Ming agreed! ...Remuneration? He said he doesn't want any remuneration...He said it's about adding money...Yes, he wants two hundred million...No, no, no, sir, please let me explain! He said it's for the subsequent temporary workers...to feed? Feed? Sir?"

On the other end of the phone, the old general at the Xishan Command Center listened to the report, remained silent for a long time, and finally said only one sentence:

"Give it to him! Damn it, forget two hundred million, I'll give him two billion if he's willing to go! This kid's smarter than a monkey, but he's also more sensible than anyone else!"

With the budget settled, a huge weight was finally lifted off Li Changfeng's shoulders.

He walked back and nodded solemnly to Su Ming: "It's approved. Two hundred million, not a penny less."

Su Ming put away his phone, the "businessman" expression on his face vanished instantly, and his eyes regained their calmness and sharpness.

"Money is money, and so is the matter. Since the country needs it, I have no choice but to do my part."

The contrast between before and after left Li Changfeng deeply moved.

"When are we leaving?" Su Ming asked.

"The sooner the better." Li Changfeng's expression turned serious.

"Now, let's head to the military airfield. The equipment and data are all ready."

He paused, then added, "In addition, to ensure the mission goes perfectly, you've been assigned a partner. She's one of the National Security Bureau's top agents, codenamed 'Lingmao,' and is already on standby at the South Vietnamese border. She'll be responsible for providing support and assistance."

Su Ming nodded noncommittally.

"Also," Li Changfeng seemed hesitant, but finally reminded her, "this Ling Mao... her real name is Ling Qiao, and her personality... is rather meticulous. She only believes in data, instruments, and battlefield discipline, and is extremely skeptical of anything based on 'experience' or anything that 'cannot be quantified.' So... you know."

Su Ming understood.

This is an inspector sent here, or rather, a mobile "questioning machine".

"I understand," he replied casually.

"Let's go."