Chapter 246: Dawn Is Quiet, Reporting to the Zhao Bing Chu!

One has to admit, Ying Huang is a superior who knows very well how to make people feel comfortable, like a spring breeze.

Of course, the premise is that you must demonstrate sufficient value.

This First Sequence Heir of the Ying Clan does not lack the arrogance hidden in the bones of the Nine Surnames' nobility; on the contrary, elitism permeates his words and deeds.

But compared to other scions of great clans, as long as you pass his "value judgment," you will feel his respect.

"Two lives from the Ying Clan — that is indeed very sincere."

Qin Shi smiled faintly, yet did not shift his gaze, keeping his eyes fixed on that thin card storing information.

"But forgive my bluntness — this is the price the Ying Clan ought to pay.

Ying Lin is a participant and the chief culprit in that matter with Senior Brother Shen; as for Ying Xiao, if he wants to seek justice for his son, the Nanhuang Dojo won't go easy either.

These two lives were already placed on the table, Mr. Ying; let's be more direct — do you have any chips with more sincerity? Bring them out and let's see."

This kid really doesn't take the Nine Surnames seriously at all!

The corner of Ying Huang's mouth twitched; Qin Shi completely played against convention.

Since childhood, in dealing with people, he had deeply realized one thing very early on: the respect of the Nine Surnames is extremely valuable.

Bearing the two characters "Ying Clan" is tantamount to being born with a golden spoon in one's mouth; just one extra glance at someone else, and the latter would be flattered to the point of panic.

It turns out the difference in value between people is enormous, like the difference between gold and gravel.

This is a principle Ying Huang understood at age three.

"What do you want? I won't stay in Hengzhou too long; in this Great Expansion campaign, Xu Yang Heavy Industry will undertake part of the logistical supply and material transport."

Ying Huang sighed; it was the first time he tasted what it was like to be the subordinate party.

"Does Xu Yang Heavy Industry have military-grade Divine Machines under its command?"

Qin Shi couldn't forget it, always thinking about piloting a Divine Machine.

That sensation of body and mind fusing with steel, becoming one — just thinking about it makes the blood boil and the soul tremble.

Never again will he look down on those Mechanical Path people, calling them "perverted oil geezers."

Doubt, understand, respect, surpass!

This is the psychological change Qin Shi went through after piloting a Divine Machine once.

"Why don't you properly cultivate the Martial Path? What are you obsessing over Divine Machines for?"

Ying Huang frowned; Xu Yang Heavy Industry has a military background and can even be counted among the few state-level giant enterprises.

Not only does it possess powerful private armed forces under its command, even its escort fleets are all military-produced, the kind that makes raider groups flee at the mere sight of them.

"The flagship products under Xu Yang Heavy Industry are the 'Jian' Series and the 'Chui' Series; there are two 'War-Grade' units holding down the fort, but they absolutely cannot be given to you."

Ying Huang shook his head; military Divine Machines are major assets — even as Chief Executive Officer, he cannot just hand them over to Qin Shi to operate for nothing.

"What a pity — you originally had a chance to witness the birth of a legendary pilot."

Qin Shi's tone was regretful, making Ying Huang's face twitch.

This guy's face is way too thick!

Legendary pilots — there have been only a handful in the entire nine-thousand-year history of the new Dongxia.

That requires piloting a King-level Divine Machine and achieving perfect fusion!

Combat power not inferior to an All-Emperor Rank powerhouse at the fourth stage of the Heavenly Pass!

"However, I can arrange a dedicated logistics squad for you."

Ying Huang pinched the bridge of his nose; the conversation he had envisioned with this Chaoyang-level youth genius was supposed to revolve around "Dongxia's future," "the grand blueprint of the Star Sea," "the individual and destiny."

This bizarre atmosphere, like haggling over a few cents at a market buying vegetables, made the First Sequence Heir of the Ying Clan slightly uncomfortable.

"Mm, that's acceptable too."

Qin Shi reluctantly agreed.

"Xu Yang Heavy Industry's support squads are renowned in the industry; the employment orders of Nine Surnames high-sequence heirs can be queued from the Imperial Capital all the way to Haizhou."

Blue veins throbbed at Ying Huang's temples; as someone who prides himself on being a "merchant," the thing he finds hardest to accept is having his offered price looked down upon.

Especially Qin Shi's perfunctory attitude of "not bad," "makes do" — a smooth little combo comparable to silence plus breaking defenses.

It made even Ying Huang, with his deep self-cultivation, struggle to control his emotions.

"That impressive, huh? Then can you add another squad on top?"

Qin Shi raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise.

"Qin Classmate, your attitude had better be proper."

Ying Huang's chest rose and fall slightly as he emphasized his tone:

"The reaching of a cooperation intention often requires both sides to demonstrate sincerity together.

Otherwise, it's an unequal dialogue, and very hard to sustain."

Seeing Ying Huang's perfect, elegant "domineering CEO" persona crack, Qin Shi coughed lightly twice and said with a serious expression:

"If this is your personal sincerity, Mr. Ying, then I am willing to accept."

Having said that, he stood up and proactively extended his hand.

Ying Huang froze for a moment, then laughed.

Is this guy really an underage high school student?

He realized that what Qin Shi had done just now was merely seizing the initiative in the conversation.

Such means cannot be called brilliant, but the problem is this kid is the client.

"Qin Classmate, as repayment for freely enjoying the support squad, I hope you can achieve eye-catching results in Hengzhou's local Great Expansion campaign.

As Xu Yang Heavy Industry's Chief Executive Officer, I likewise need to give the Board of Directors a reasonable account."

Ying Huang slowly rose; at one meter ninety-eight, he stood a good half-head taller than the straight-backed Qin Shi.

He grasped Qin Shi's hand, bringing this meeting to a satisfactory conclusion.

"I'm curious — as a businessman who puts profit first, how many 'potential stocks' like me have you invested in altogether? Did they end up giving you a satisfactory return on investment?"

Qin Shi asked suddenly before leaving.

Throughout this conversation with the Ying Family First Sequence inheritor, he maintained a relaxed state from start to finish.

Perhaps this comfortable atmosphere of ordinary chatting infected Ying Huang, diluting the sense of distance naturally possessed by a core disciple of the Nine Surnames.

Making the red-haired, flawless-as-a-divine-son him lose a few points of that jarring incongruity with Old Factory Street.

"Geniuses who can realize their potential and talent and grow up completely are even fewer than those humble grassroots who walked from the Frontier Land to the Imperial Capital Center, crossing the Nine Surnames' barriers and breaking through the aristocratic families' shackles."

Ying Huang shrugged, smiling:

"But that's investment for you — three years without opening, opening to eat for three years, it's very common. I'm already used to it."

Qin Shi said seriously with a straight face:

"Hope I won't make you lose too ruthlessly."

Interesting fellow.

Watching Qin Shi's departing back, Ying Huang's mouth corner hooked up; he sat back down, hesitated a moment, picked up that cup of milk tea, bit the straw and took a sip.

Then expressionlessly said:

"As expected, hard to accept."

The Golden Trident sports car door was pulled open, Ying Huang sat into the driver's seat, put on the earphone, and from inside came Old Li's voice:

"Young Master, did the talk go alright?"

Ying Huang floored the gas pedal, the engine roared, launching forward and rushing out of Old Factory Street.

Only in a blockade zone like Hengzhou could one enjoy the speed and passion of a fuel car.

"By the book. Not much different from my guess — he holds a subconscious hostility toward me, toward the Nine Surnames, or to put it more accurately, he doesn't like the class I stand on.

And a very interesting point: he even resists becoming this class himself, possibly he hasn't even noticed it himself.

I'm not too clear where such deep-rooted stubborn thinking of his comes from.

But without a doubt, this is very similar to He Lanchan."

The Golden Trident sports car was like lightning, the engine's roar like a monster's howl; Ying Huang firmly gripped the steering wheel, gaze calm:

"Simply identical."

Old Li fell silent.

"Let's see if he can make a name for himself in the Great Expansion.

The First Generation Ten Greats, the only one from a war regiment, seems to be 'Kuang Xiao Ao Chong'.

The Martial Path's Sun wanting to shine on the battlefield — it's not that easy.

Artillery fire and enemy troops never speak of martial virtue; they only value results."

Whoosh!

The Golden Trident vanished into the distance!

Leaving the Old Factory Street, under construction and gradually changing, far behind!

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Several days passed in a flash; Qin Shi slowed his cultivation speed — in fact, after he stepped into the Professional rank, the energy factors he needed to absorb could no longer be satisfied by daily intake alone.

This is also one of the reasons Qin Shi showed an active attitude toward heading to the front lines.

The Urban Circle's abnormally stable spatial structure left his powerful numbers with nowhere to be exerted; he urgently needed to change environments.

These days, Qin Shi properly handled his family affairs; with the help of the Patrol Department and Education Committee's two top leaders, plus Qi Guang Heng University's side taking the initiative to show goodwill.

Many originally rather troublesome problems became incomparably easy.

Qin Shi rarely relaxed his taut heartstrings, rested thoroughly, no longer strictly executing his daily cultivation curriculum, peacefully staying home reading books, eating meals, leisurely chatting with his eldest sister and youngest sibling.

Occasionally even taking the initiative to shoulder the task of buying groceries, which gave the paparazzi planning to dig deep for explosive headlines a huge headache.

Who in the public would want to watch a youthful Sun carrying two fish, several catties of ribs, and a bag of vegetables?

Moreover, before they could press the shutter, the Patrol Department's agents would rush out swiftly, dragging the ill-informed paparazzi into the side alley for a proper education.

Although Qin Shi's side was peaceful and quiet, one must admit the Great Expansion's tense atmosphere, like a large-scale downpour, shifted heavy dark clouds from the Governor's Mansion to every city.

Emotions are like the flu — always extremely easy to spread; after a few days, Qin Shi discovered Eldest Sister Qin Lan's worry hidden at the corners of her eyes, and Youngest Qin Xiao's concern behind her carefree demeanor.

Even the most carefree dead party Zhou Ning would, at gatherings, extra mention a few times the situation of Hengzhou opening the Eastern and Western Front battlefields.

Finishing dinner, Qin Shi used the excuse of going downstairs for air, sat in the residential complex pavilion, raised his head and gazed up at the twinkling stars.

By this time it was nearly the Start of Autumn; the air was full of coolness.

"Better respond to the summons early."

Qin Shi silently picked up his mobile terminal and dialed Chen Ruofu's number.

The next morning, the sun had not yet risen; thin mist shrouded Tai'an Street.

An official vehicle broke the silence, tires rubbing the ground, stopping steadily at the residential complex doorway.

Qin Shi swung his backpack strap on, lightly and simply equipped, sat inside.

In the quiet dawn, he would head to the battlefield.

"Still have to trouble Brother Huo for a trip, send me to the recruitment office."

Huo Erwen in the driver's seat smiled; an ordinary person naturally couldn't enjoy the treatment of having the Patrol Department's chief secretary as a driver.

"The Minister also said whether to delay you a few more days. The opening of the Eastern and Western Front battlefields isn't going smoothly; the 'High Wall Zone' formed by the pollution zone.

The second batch of expansion soldiers are still staying in the training camp and haven't set out."

Qin Shi shook his head; he didn't want Eldest Sister Qin Xiao and Youngest Qin Lan to worry for him; family's concern is often also pressure.

Rather than staying in the Deep Rear, listening to all kinds of news from TV and radio every day, better to personally rush to the front and participate in the battlefield.

「Your assigned camp this time is located at Bi Lei Cheng, nearly eighteen hundred kilometers from the Tai'an Region.

It is the first defensive line of the Western Front Battlefield of the Great Expansion Movement, with conflict intensity roughly at Level Three.

Huo Erwen drove all the way to the outskirts, showing his pass twice along the way; the full-scale launch of the Great Expansion Movement had likewise put the Tai'an Region under wartime control.

After traveling about seventy or eighty kilometers, they completely left the normal activity range of the Tai'an Metropolitan Area.

The destination was a valley, and the Patrol Department's official vehicle stopped before a wooden palisade gate.

Huo Erwen turned and said:

「Since the Confidentiality Regulation has been activated, your identity for participating in the Western Front Battlefield is Qin Shi, the 'shi' meaning to gather.

The Patrol Department will jointly release news with the Education Committee, claiming you are among the last batch to participate in the Great Expansion Movement, currently undergoing special training at the professional level, preparing for the Star Cup.

Afterwards, smoke grenades will continue to be used to cover for you until the war situation is relatively stable, and the Secret Sect cultists belonging to the Chaos Great Demon find it difficult to stir up trouble.

He took out his credentials from his chest, and Qin Shi, whose disguise work was already complete, took them.

「Also, you are coming here to gild your reputation as a 'connection household,' a Pioneer of the Qin Family.

Chen Minister believes that rather than keeping a low profile, it is better to make a proper show, which can avoid some suspicion.

Huo Erwen added.

Qin Shi nodded and did not ask further.

Lao Chen does things reliably and is trustworthy.

He picked up his ever-present Perfect Grade Electric Shock Military Saber, slung his Tactical Backpack over his shoulder, and swaggered toward the Zhao Bing Chu.

From his back alone, one could tell this man was incredibly full of himself.

「Getting into character really fast. 」

Huo Erwen's mouth corner twitched.

A moment later, the official vehicle restarted and drove away, while Qin Shi, having shown his credentials, began to undergo a physical examination.

「Take off your clothes. 」

The female nurse at the Zhao Bing Chu Medical Room said to Qin Shi.

The latter did as told without expression.

His unfazed, straightforward posture, along with his remarkably outstanding physique and personal strengths, made the female nurse nod repeatedly while recording.

「Not bad, not bad. You are the best quality person in this batch! 」

Qin Shi's forehead veins bulged; he did not know exactly which aspect the female nurse meant by "top-notch quality."

After completing the preliminary examination, confirming no disabilities, injuries, or medical history, and that his Qi Life Force met the standard, Qin Shi was assigned to a large room.

Inside were rows of iron bunk beds; according to the Zhao Bing Chu's reply, military trucks would come to pick people up every three days.

Until then, he could only stay there, not allowed to move about or go out without permission.

「The battlefield……」

Qin Shi casually picked a bottom bunk, threw his Tactical Backpack onto it.

Fortunately, the Zhao Bing Chu's rules were not strict, and they did not confiscate his Mobile Terminal.

He opened the message Ying Huang sent him.

【Ying Huang: The Support Squad is in place; looking forward to your performance.】

【Ying Huang: Inviting you to join the group】

Qin Shi clicked confirm.

Then he was pulled into the group "Miserable Cow and Horse Daily Paid Work."

The first thing that caught his eye was a long strip of "recruitment information."

【Looking for a fuck buddy temporarily!】

【Requirements: age between 18 and 25, height over 160cm, physique meeting the Dongxia War Corps Vanguard standards, vision not lower than 0.8 (or corrected to military standard), proficient in artillery combat theory and practice, including but not limited to the following:

1. Master the unified artillery tactics and command terminology of all major War Corps, as well as operating procedures for common artillery weapon systems (such as the Vulcan Cannon, Thunderstorm Self-Propelled Artillery, and the Gonggong Series High-Mobility Rocket Artillery System).

2. Familiar with the combat organization, firepower coverage strategy, and ballistic analysis of artillery regiments.

3. Able to independently complete target distance measurement, bearing determination, target designation, and fire plan formulation.

4. Familiar with the application of the following artillery firing modes……

Qin Shi's mouth corner twitched; the Support Squad Ying Huang provided did not seem like legitimate goods.

(Chapter End)