Long Yanli coughed and looked at the two of them who were applying ointment. "I have photos, do you want them?"

Qin Ji and Fu Yiming looked up at the same time, exchanged a glance, and said, "Yes!"

Long Yanli smiled wickedly, "One million per piece."

Qin Ji's eyelids twitched. "Holy crap! Are we still brothers?!"

Fu Yiming looked at him with an expression that seemed to say, "Are you short of money?" "Bankrupt?"

Long Yanli picked up his phone and looked at it casually, "Even close brothers need to keep clear accounts."

Qin Ji snorted and transferred 10 million to him.

Fu Yiming hesitated for a moment. Although he sensed a conspiracy, the allure of Wenjing's photos was too great, so he transferred 10 million to her anyway.

Long Yanli returned to his room with satisfaction, carefully locked the door, and sent the photos to them.

"Holy crap! Who is this guy?!" Qin Ji jumped up angrily. "Long Yanli! I'm breaking off all ties with you!"

Fu Yiming stared intently at the photo. It was of Bo Tingxuan from Luo Luo's birthday party. He remembered that Wen Jing had really liked his looks back then.

Qin Ji angrily pounded on Long Yanli's door, yelling, "Damn it, you're still locked? Open the door if you dare!"

Long Yanli was wearing headphones, playing on repeat the song Qin Zhiluo sang at the bar back then.

Qin Ji got tired of knocking, so he sat down on the ground by the door, picked up a photo editing app, and photoshopped himself into the man in the picture. "Damn it! I'm still so angry! Why the hell are they standing so close!"

Fu Yiming also stared at the photo as if torturing himself. The two people in the picture were chatting and laughing, and Wen Jing hadn't smiled at him in a long time.

One week later

"Boss, these documents need your approval," Long Yi said, sporting two panda eyes, a livid face, and a head of black hair that was almost unbearable to look at.

Li Huangchen rubbed his messy hair and yawned, "When are you guys coming back? I don't have time to spend with A-Yue anymore!"

Long Yanli coughed. "It might take a few more days."

"Long Yi, you guys have worked hard, the bonus will be increased tenfold."

Long Yi immediately straightened up and said in a clear and distinct voice, "Thank you, Master!"

Li Huangchen rolled his eyes at him. "What about me?"

Long Yanli smiled and said, "After we go back, a few of us will accompany you to visit the Jun family."

Li Huangchen nodded. "Alright."

Qin Ji and Fu Yiming sat listlessly on the sofa, looking out the window. They had to pay 10 million every day this week, and they were masochistically looking at photos of their girlfriends with other men.

Long Yanli happily transferred all the money to Qin Zhiluo.

Qin Zhiluo took the money and played leisurely with her sisters.

Rose Alliance

Qin Zhiluo inserted the last key axle wheel into the grip slot, and the laboratory light made the silver pistol shine even brighter.

With an arc precision of 0.01 millimeters, it ensures a perfect 18.7-degree angle between the thumb and forefinger and the barrel axis when holding the gun—the golden angle for recoil cancellation in ballistics. From the pull of the trigger to firing, it takes only 0.003 seconds—two orders of magnitude faster than human nerve reaction speed.

Bo Tingxuan was the first to test at the shooting range, and all five bullets hit the same bullet hole within a distance of 20 meters.

Old Li from the quality control department and Wangchuan looked at the high-tech testing equipment. "The barrel vibration frequency is stable at 237.4 Hz, and the recoil is so small that it is negligible. With such a high frequency, the shooting accuracy is so stable. It's simply amazing!"

Bo Tingxuan looked at the gun in his hand with great delight. "Very good!"