The country entrusted me to buy an aircraft carrier, Hou Liangping, do you dare to investigate?

Moreover, Pound believed that with the Huang family's strength, even if those families joined forces, they might not be able to do anything to the young master.

Pang De looked at Huang Feipeng, his tone suddenly becoming serious: "Young Master, the old man said that rather than having you toil outside, it would be better for you to return to the system and make a greater contribution to the country."

Huang Feipeng raised an eyebrow. What was this old man up to?

“What the old man means is…” Pound paused, seemingly choosing his words carefully, “The Ministry of Science and Technology has reserved a position for you, the position of vice minister.”

"Pfft..." Huang Feipeng spat out the tea he had just drunk, staring at Pang De in disbelief. "Old Pang, what are you joking about? Deputy...Deputy Minister? Me?"

Pang De shook his head helplessly and handed over a tissue: "Young Master, I know this news is sudden, but it's the old man's wish, and also the wish of the higher-ups. Everyone has witnessed your talent, and besides, your current position is also sensitive. Returning to the system will be good for you and for the Huang family."

Huang Feipeng fell silent. He wasn't stupid; he naturally understood what Pang De meant. Although he had been "making a scene" outside all these years under the guise of being the young master of the Huang family, every single thing he did was fraught with danger, and he had offended quite a few people.

He always thought he was serving the country, but he never expected to become a thorn in the side of some people.

Returning to the system is indeed a good choice; at least safety is guaranteed.

But isn't it a bit too big of a leap for someone from a businessman to a vice-ministerial level official?

Although Huang Feipeng was arrogant, he wasn't so conceited as to think he was truly capable of handling the position.

More importantly, he was used to being free and undisciplined and couldn't stand the rules and regulations within the system.

“Young Master, I know what you’re worried about.” Pound seemed to see right through him. “Don’t worry, you’re in charge of things at the Ministry of Science and Technology. No one will interfere with your decisions. You just need to lend your name and show up occasionally.”

Huang Feipeng frowned slightly. What was this all about? Were they treating him like a mascot?

“Young Master, don’t underestimate this position.” Pound lowered his voice. “With this status, those who want to harm you will have to think twice. Moreover, you are often constrained in your actions outside. With this status, many things will be much more convenient.”

Huang Feipeng fell into deep thought. Pang De's words made perfect sense, and he had to admit that returning to the system would be more beneficial than harmful to him.

But does he really want to give up his current free and easy life?

Huang Feipeng slammed the teacup down on the table, spilling a lot of tea, but he didn't seem to care.

"Old Pang, go back and tell the old man that I'll think about this again."

"Young Master..." Pang De wanted to persuade him again, but Huang Feipeng raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Alright, don't you know my temper? There's no room for discussion on this. Let me have some peace and quiet."

Pound had no choice but to get up and take his leave.

Huang Feipeng sat alone in his room, his eyes darting between light and shadow. Returning to the system? He had considered it, but the thought of all the red tape gave him a headache. How could this wild horse of his be confined within the fences of the system?

But Pound's words weren't without merit; his current situation was indeed precarious. The families he had trampled underfoot were like a pack of hungry wolves, watching him intently, waiting for him to make a move so they could swarm him and tear him to pieces.

"Damn it, this is so frustrating!" Huang Feipeng couldn't help but swear.

Meanwhile, in the mayor's office of the capital's municipal government building, the lights were on.

Zhao Wu sat behind his large desk, his fingers tapping lightly on the surface, making a "tap tap tap" sound, as if he was pondering some difficult problem.

His gaze fell on the thin letter of complaint on the table. The words on the envelope, "Real-name report on serious violations of discipline and law by Qi Tongwei, deputy mayor of Didu City," were particularly glaring.

Zhao Wu curled his lips into a playful sneer and casually tossed the letter of complaint aside.

"Qi Tongwei, Qi Tongwei, you've finally met your match!" Zhao Wu thought to himself with smug satisfaction, as if he could already see Qi Tongwei's disgrace and ruin.

Just then, the phone on his desk rang. Zhao Wu picked it up, and before he could speak, a deep voice came from the other end: "How's it going?"

"Brother Shanhe, don't worry, I've received the goods and I guarantee I'll complete the mission!" Zhao Wu immediately switched to a respectful tone, bowing and scraping as if the person on the other end of the phone was his superior.

"Yes, if this is done well, you'll get your share of the rewards." The voice on the other end of the phone carried a hint of satisfaction. "Remember, don't let a word of this leak out, understand?"

"Understood, understood! You can rest assured that I'll handle things!" Zhao Wu quickly assured him, a fine layer of sweat already forming on his forehead.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Wu let out a long sigh of relief; his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

He picked up the teacup on the table, only to find that the tea had gone cold, just like his mood at that moment, icy and chilling.

He knew, of course, that the letter of complaint should be handed over to the disciplinary committee for processing according to procedure, but he also knew that some things were beyond the control of a mere mayor like himself.

Zhao Shanhe's phone call was an order, an order he could not disobey!

Zhao Wu took a deep breath, pressed the telephone button on the table, and said into the receiver, "Xiao Li, notify all city leaders that there will be a meeting in ten minutes!"

After hanging up the phone, a sinister glint flashed in Zhao Wu's eyes as he muttered to himself, "Qi Tongwei, your good days are over!"

Meanwhile, in the mayor's office, Huang Li put down her teacup and looked at Qi Tongwei sitting opposite her with a half-smile. "Mayor Qi, how has work been lately?"

Qi Tongwei's heart skipped a beat. He could tell from Huang Li's words that there was an underlying meaning, but he couldn't figure out what this young and beautiful female mayor was really up to. He put on his usual humble smile, "Thanks to you, things have gone relatively smoothly. However, some projects in the city have recently encountered some obstacles. I wonder if Mayor Huang has any suggestions?"

Huang Li did not answer directly, but turned her gaze to the window, her tone calm yet carrying an undeniable authority, "Some things, if done too far, are not appropriate. You, as a new official, seem to have powerful backers, Mayor Qi, don't you think so?"

Qi Tongwei felt a chill run down his spine, a coldness shooting straight from his feet to his head. He considered himself to be cautious in his actions, but he never expected to be reprimanded by this seemingly gentle female mayor, and that the reprimand would hit him where it hurt.

He smiled, feigning composure, "Mayor Huang, you jest. I've always been upright and honest in my dealings; how could I possibly do anything excessive?"