Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Ah Zhen blinked her captivating peach blossom eyes, her gaze full of charm.

She knew how alluring her body was to men.

"Compensate you?" Chen Feng looked at her alluring face, a playful smile curving his lips. "Sister Zhen, what kind of compensation do you want?"

"What do you think?" Ah Zhen's hand slowly slid down Chen Feng's chest, her fingertips hooking the edge of his belt buckle, her voice so hoarse it could drip water.

Chen Feng grabbed her mischievous little hand, stared into her eyes, and suddenly leaned close to her ear, his voice low and suggestive: "How about I compensate you with a few hundred million?"

Ah Zhen was stunned for a moment, then realized what she meant, a blush spreading across her face as she playfully scolded, "You rascal... I like it!"

She understood what Chen Feng was talking about—it wasn't RMB, but...

Chen Feng didn't let go; instead, he pulled hard, drawing Ah Zhen into his arms.

Ah Zhen gasped and fell onto Chen Feng's lap, her stunning curves pressed tightly against his chest.

"You... what's wrong with you today...?" Ah Zhen was a little flustered, but also filled with undisguised anticipation.

Chen Feng wrapped his arm around her waist, and his other hand slowly stroked down her back, finally landing on her firm curves, where he gave her a firm squeeze.

"Mmm..." Ah Zhen trembled all over and bit her lip, letting out a soft moan.

The office door was locked from the inside, the curtains were drawn, and the lights were dimmed.

The casino downstairs was still brightly lit and bustling with people.

But behind the large floor-to-ceiling windows in the second-floor office lies a completely different world...

……

Time flies like sand through our fingers; before we knew it, a month had passed since that "reconciliation drink".

This past month has been a period of great success and prosperity for Chen Feng.

Since Ninth Master intervened, Mad Dog Qiang, like a stray dog ​​with its spine broken, completely retreated to his nightclub, and even the business at Shachang (a gambling den) shrank considerably. Without this mad dog biting people, the name "Fenghua Building Materials" became a household name in the southern district.

Those in the underworld understood that this newly emerged Chen Feng not only dared to confront the mad dog head-on, but also managed to get out of jail unscathed, and even the *Donghai Daily* endorsed him. This ability to operate in both the legal and illegal worlds caused the previously hesitant construction contractors to switch sides.

Feng Hua was making a fortune on the battlefield; the roar of the bulldozers sounded like a money printing machine.

Chen Feng's life was incredibly comfortable.

During the day, he patrols the battlefield, enjoying the awe and respect of his men.

Back in his cozy little attic that evening, Lin Fang's gentleness and Liu Yu's youthful energy made him feel like he was floating on air.

Although the two women occasionally bickered over who got to be with whom, they also had a surprisingly good understanding and unlocked many new tricks that Chen Feng never dared to imagine before.

Besides the two red roses in the house, the wildflowers outside also smell wonderful.

Every few days, he would go to Ah Zhen's casino to "check the accounts." In that office filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, Ah Zhen would always find different ways to "cool him down" with her ripe body.

As for Jiang Hong, Chen Feng didn't neglect her either, providing her with "private massages" twice a week without fail, turning that unapproachable big sister into a pool of spring water under his magical fingers.

But beneath this seemingly perfectly calm surface, Chen Feng maintained a wild, beast-like vigilance.

He always felt like a pair of cold eyes were watching him from behind. Several times when he drove home late at night, there seemed to be a Volkswagen Santana without license plates hanging far away in his rearview mirror, and then it would disappear as soon as he turned the corner.

"Mad Dog Qiang..." Chen Feng stood in front of the office window, exhaling a smoke ring, his eyes cold. "A dog that bites doesn't bark. The quieter you are, the more I have to be wary of you."

……

At the end of the month, in Fenghua's office at the battlefield.

This is the most exciting moment of the month—settling accounts and distributing money.

The office curtains were drawn tightly shut, and several bulging black plastic bags were placed on the table, each containing a neatly bundled bundle of 100-yuan bills.

The monkey was sweating profusely as he pressed the buttons on the calculator, next to a pile of messy receipts and notebooks.

"Damn it, this is giving me a headache!" Monkey slammed down his pen and cursed. "This accounting is too messy, I'm just not cut out for this! Brother Feng, when are you going to produce that financial genius you mentioned? If he doesn't, I'm not going to be able to figure this out."

Chen Feng sat in the boss's chair, a cigarette dangling from his mouth: "Almost there. Stop the nonsense, have you calculated how much?"

The monkey wiped his sweat, his eyes gleaming with greed, and picked up the ledger again: "I've got it! Brother Feng, we're rich!"

"The profit margin on the sand pit is very high because we snatched a lot of clients from Mad Dog Qiang, plus several key projects have started. After deducting labor, fuel, vehicle maintenance, and the dividends for that old bloodsucker Wang Defa, what we're left with is—" Monkey held up two fingers, "Two hundred and thirty thousand!"

"Not bad." Chen Feng nodded; this was even better than he had expected.

"Then there's the arcade and video arcade. After deducting the cigarette money for the guys who run the place and the daily expenses, the net profit is 70,000."

Monkey paused, lowered his voice, and said with a mix of excitement and pain, "Finally, it's Sister Zhen's turn. The casino is really lucrative, but Ninth Master takes 20%, and with all the bribes, we only got 120,000 this month."

"Twenty-three plus eight, then twelve..." Monkey took a deep breath, his voice trembling, "Brother Feng! This month, we've made a total of four hundred and thirty thousand!!"

Four hundred and twenty thousand!

In the late 90s, the average person's salary was only seven or eight hundred yuan, and a commercial apartment in Donghai City cost no more than one hundred thousand yuan. This amount of money was enough to make any ordinary person instantly rich.

Da Zhuang, Er Gou, Ma San, and the others stared at the money on the table, their breathing quickening and their eyes wide open.

"Is this what it feels like to be rich?" Er Gou muttered to himself, touching his still-healing severed arm.

Chen Feng looked at the pile of money and felt a surge of emotion, but he quickly calmed down.

"Monkey, Dazhuang, Ergou, Masan!"

"exist!"

"Ten thousand yuan bonus for everyone! Cash!" Chen Feng pulled out several bundles of money and threw them over. "This is what our brothers risked their lives for, they deserve it!"

"Thank you, Brother Feng!" The group exclaimed, their faces flushed with excitement. Ten thousand yuan! Enough to build a decent house back in their hometown!

"Call all the brothers over here," Chen Feng said, turning around. "Pay them their wages."

Half an hour later, the open space on the sand field was filled with people.

Dazhuang, Ergou, Masan, and all the brothers who had followed him through thick and thin, stared expectantly at Chen Feng.

"This month, three thousand yuan per person. Those who need to go out on errands will be paid separately!" Chen Feng's voice wasn't loud, but everyone present heard him clearly.

"boom!"

The crowd erupted in cheers.

"Feng Ge is awesome!"

"Follow Brother Feng, and you'll get what's coming to you!"

"Brother Feng, you're awesome!"

Chen Feng looked at his group of brothers, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Money dispersed brings people together. He understands this principle better than anyone.

……

After receiving his salary, Chen Feng drove his beat-up van to the attic to pick up Lin Fang and Liu Yu.

"Chen Feng, you're being so mysterious, where are you taking us?" Liu Yu asked curiously from the passenger seat.

"You'll see when you get there," Chen Feng chuckled.

The car made several turns and finally stopped at the entrance of a newly developed residential community in the southern district – Jinxiu Garden.

This is one of the best residential communities in the southern part of the city. It has excellent landscaping and property management, and is inhabited by prominent figures.

"What are we doing here?" Lin Fang asked, somewhat bewildered.

Chen Feng didn't say anything, and pulled the two women inside.

Inside the sales office, people were already waiting.

"Mr. Chen, you've arrived!" The sales manager greeted him with a beaming smile. "The house you've been eyeing has all the paperwork done; we're just waiting for your signature."