One person said: The essence of Wuhou Qimen lies not in Qimen, but in Wuhou.

Zhuge Ming continued, his tone still calm, but the meaning of each word became clearer: "Second point—about Feng Zhenghao."

His Tianxiahui Group is located within your jurisdiction in North China, and you will be responsible for related liaison work.

Based on the information currently available, Feng Zhenghao's daughter, Feng Shayan, did indeed engage in activities that induced and seduced company employees.

However, considering that we do not have any actual evidence that forms a complete chain of evidence, and the potential social impact of handling this matter publicly, our approach is to issue reminders and warnings as necessary.

The decision is yours.

Xu Si squatted on the ground. Upon hearing this, his mind raced for a moment. Then, he cautiously leaned forward and said in a tone that suggested a plan but dared not speak too loudly, "Boss, I have a suggestion for Feng Zhenghao."

They should be fined directly. Someone like him—uh—"

Just as the word "capitalist" was about to slip from his lips, he bit his tongue hard, swallowing the rest of the sentence back down, though the shape of his mouth was already halfway through making the sound.

Zhao Fangxu frowned slightly.

It was a light blow, but in Xu Si's eyes it felt like a bucket of cold water being poured over his head and down to his feet.

Sure enough, Zhuge Ming spoke the next second.

His tone remained gentle and steady, without raising his voice or emphasizing his words, but every word carried an undeniable sense of correction: "Comrade Xu Si, your understanding of this is insufficient."

Since the founding of New China, our Party's policy has been to eliminate exploitation and polarization. After the completion of socialist transformation, the concept of "capitalist" no longer exists in our country's economic structure.

Under the current policy framework of our country, there are only socialist builders.

Your choice of words was inaccurate and disrespectful. Please be more careful in the future.

Xu Si squatted on the ground, his face flushed red, all the way to the tips of his ears.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was filled with sincere regret and deep self-criticism: "Leader, I was not aware of my shortcomings."

My word choice was inappropriate, and my ideological awareness was not up to par.

I will definitely study hard and relearn the spirit of the Party's policies, and make sure I understand every concept clearly.

Please provide your criticisms, leaders.

Zhuge Ming waved his hand, the gesture small but his attitude clear.

He looked at Xu Si's face, which was burning red with shame, and softened his tone slightly, as if he were giving a moral lesson to a young man who knew his mistakes and was willing to correct them.

He leaned back in his chair and continued in a lecturing tone: "These are basic common sense things that you, as a public official—even a public official in a special industry—must know."

I should take more opportunities to learn in the future and improve my theoretical knowledge and cognitive level.

For socialist builders like Feng Zhenghao, the country provides them with favorable policies, resources, and a good business environment so that they can better build our harmonious and beautiful homeland.

Since the reform and opening up, my country's biggest policy has been development.

We are now at a critical stage of development, and we need to develop in multiple aspects and promote coordinated progress.

Just like the moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic, and labor education, none of them can be missing.

For those who build socialism, our principle is—not to take a single needle or thread from the masses.

He paused for a moment, and a very soft sound escaped from his throat, almost swallowed by the air—not a clearing of his throat, nor a cough, but more like he weighed the weight of a word on the tip of his tongue, giving a moment of composure before speaking.

After the voice faded, a slight smile slowly appeared on his lips as he uttered the last half of his sentence, lightly, as if casually placing a chess piece: "Unless you force me to give it to you."

Zhao Fangxu immediately responded, sitting up straight with his hands folded on his knees. He turned slightly towards Xu Si, his tone sincere and earnest, as if helping him digest the most important core of the previous statement. Every word was filled with the advice and reminders of someone with experience: "Xu Si, Director Zhuge's words are very clear and thorough. You must understand them well and study them carefully. This will be very helpful for your future work."

Xu Si squatted on the ground and nodded vigorously.

He understood perfectly.

Zhuge Ming's words can be translated as follows: "Since you have already grasped the real incriminating evidence against Feng Zhenghao's daughter, even though you haven't formed a complete chain of evidence and can't go through formal legal procedures, it doesn't mean you can't make him pay the price."

Make him bleed badly, fine him a large sum, and use it for national development.

As for the phrase "unless you force it," it tells him exactly how to do it—don't ask for it; let the other person take the initiative to give it to you.

Just as he was about to silently recite this core concept for the third time to deepen his memory, he heard Zhuge Ming speak again. His tone was still gentle, but the content of his words made Xu Si pause for a moment.

"I still acknowledge Comrade Xu Si's work ability."

A gentle smile played on Zhuge Ming's lips as he glanced at his watch, then, as if suddenly remembering something, said in a casual tone, "It's after get off work now. I heard from Chairman Zhao that Comrade Xu Si is inviting me to lunch. The lunch bell did ring."

Xu Si squatted on the ground, his brain blanking for about 0.3 seconds.

When did Chairman Zhao tell Director Zhuge that I invited him to dinner? He glanced at Zhao Fangxu—Zhao Fangxu was sitting in a chair, his expression calm as usual, but he blinked his left eye very subtly the moment his eyes met Xu Si's.

That blink was so fast it was almost invisible, but it was packed with information—I've arranged a dinner for you, the rest is up to you.

Xu Si sprang up from his military posture squat, as if he had been put on fast-forward.

His reaction speed reached its peak at this moment. When he spoke, his tone was full of unquestionable confidence and the honor of being called upon by his superiors. Every word was full of vigor: "Director Zhuge, Chairman Zhao! Chairman Zhao is absolutely right! I obtained the national level two chef certificate a few years ago, but I have been keeping it at the bottom of my chest and never had the chance to use it. I was just waiting to show off my skills for the two leaders today."

I'll cook a few simple, home-style dishes—four dishes and a soup—light, healthy, and guaranteed to satisfy both leaders!

……

Time flies like a galloping horse, and the days and months pass like falling flowers and flowing water—half a month has passed.

China remains a prosperous and peaceful nation, bustling with traffic. Street vendors still set up their pancake stalls as usual, office workers continue to work overtime, and middle-aged women in the market still engage in their usual battles of wits with vendors over a mere penny...

What ordinary people don't know is that a news report has quietly swept through the entire world of supernatural beings in the past two weeks.

It's not the kind of sweeping, overwhelming force that comes on top of things, but rather like a drop of ink falling into a glass of water, spreading silently until the whole glass of water has changed color by the time you notice it.