Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

The moon-viewing party ended after 10 p.m.

Chen Feng took Hao Mei to their usual spot outside the Emerald Bay villa area.

Chen Feng sincerely said, "Hao Mei, thank you for today!"

Hao Mei said softly, "You did a great job today. Go home and get some rest."

Chen Feng's Adam's apple bobbed, and he only uttered a soft "hmm".

The car door closed, and the figure in the burgundy evening suit disappeared into the night. Only then did he light a cigarette, roll down the car window, and let the cold wind in.

The Santana drove out of the villa area and turned onto the empty riverside avenue.

The streetlights flew backward one by one, and the cigarette ash shattered into sparks in the wind.

Chen Feng steered with one hand, a cigarette between his fingers, but his eyes were chillingly cold.

Tonight's moon-viewing party felt like a lesson for him.

A bloody lesson.

He recalled the valet's disdainful face, Zhao Tai's condescending gaze, and Lei Hu's unbridled provocation...

In those people's eyes, what is Chen Feng?

A sand seller.

A nouveau riche who can't be considered respectable.

A country bumpkin who can be humiliated and trampled on at will.

He has over a hundred men under his command, and owns a battlefield, a nightclub, and a casino. With so many businesses, he's considered one of the top figures in the southern district.

But in the eyes of the true upper class, he was nothing more than an ant.

What do people who drive Rolls-Royces and wear luxury watches talk about?

It's futures, real estate, policies, and those capital games he can't understand at all.

With a single phone call, they can mobilize tens of millions of dollars; with a single glance, they can ruin an entrepreneur's reputation.

And what about him?

He could only tread carefully in that world of fame and fortune, maintaining that "gentlemanly" facade with utmost caution, lest he reveal his true colors and become a laughingstock.

People in high society don't need to use knives and guns; they crush you with capital, power, and rules.

You didn't even have a chance to resist.

Just like Zhao Tai tonight.

Although that kid is a good-for-nothing who can't even land a single punch, he has the Zhao family backing him.

The Zhao family is a giant in the Donghai City real estate industry, with deep roots and immense power.

Chen Feng could humiliate him on the terrace, could make him look bad in public, but if things really escalated...

Chen Feng doesn't have that kind of capital yet.

"Oh shit......"

Chen Feng flicked the cigarette butt out the window, a sinister glint in his eyes.

He is not strong enough.

It's not enough.

He needs more money, more people, and more businesses.

He needs to make himself so powerful that no one dares to ignore him.

......

At 11 p.m., the Santana drove into the Fenghua Sand Field.

The night shift workers had already finished their shift, and the entire sand pit was unusually quiet, except for the office building where the lights were still on.

Chen Feng pushed open the car door and strode towards his office.

Before I even got close, I could hear laughter and shouting coming from inside.

"Five to five! Bomb! I won!"

"You fucking cheated!"

"Bullshit! I never cheat at cards!"

A smile appeared on Chen Feng's lips.

Those bastards, they had a blast while he was away.

He pushed open the door, and the office was filled with smoke and the smell of alcohol.

Monkey, Dazhuang, and Ergou sat around a broken table playing cards, while Shen Zhou sat in the corner holding an account book, glancing at them every now and then with a look of utter despair.

"Brother Feng is back!"

Dazhuang was the first to spot Chen Feng, and he quickly stood up, still clutching a deck of cards in his hand.

The others also put down what they were holding and stood up.

"Don't just stand there, sit down."

Chen Feng waved his hand, walked to the boss's chair and sat down. "Now that everyone's here, I have something to tell you."

The group exchanged glances, sensing something unusual in Chen Feng's tone.

The monkey put away its playful grin:

"Brother Feng, what's the moon-viewing party like? Are those rich socialites and young women pretty?"

Chen Feng didn't answer directly. Instead, he took out a cigarette case from his pocket, lit one, and took a deep drag.

"I met quite a few people tonight."

He exhaled a puff of smoke, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

"I've also offended quite a few people."

The office was quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on Chen Feng.

Chen Feng briefly recounted what had happened that night.

From being humiliated by the parking attendant to his direct confrontation with Lei Hu, and then to helping Bai Wei out of a predicament and offending Zhao Tai, he didn't miss a single detail.

After saying that, he stubbed out his cigarette and looked around at everyone.

"Lei Hu is a mortal enemy; one more or one less incident won't make much difference. But Zhao Tai..."

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes. "We can't let our guard down."

"The Zhao family?"

Shen Zhou adjusted his glasses and said, "Brother Chen, I know a bit about the Zhao family. They started in real estate in Donghai and hold the development rights to several large-scale housing projects. Old Master Zhao has very strong connections in the city; most people can't afford to offend him."

"That's the kid."

Chen Feng nodded. "He lost face in public tonight, and given his personality, he definitely won't let it go."

"Brother Feng, should I take some men and go warn him first?"

Er Gou looked eager to try, "Let him know that we people from Nancheng are not to be trifled with!"

"Shut up."

Chen Feng glared at him, annoyed. "He's a legitimate businessman. You're going to warn him? I'd love for you to do that; I could just sue you for disorderly conduct and lock you up."

Er Gou sheepishly shrank his neck.

Chen Feng turned to the monkey and said in a deep voice:

"Monkey, put aside what you're doing for now and keep a close eye on Zhao Tai these next few days."

"Investigate what?"

"Investigate his background."

Chen Feng spoke slowly and deliberately, "His businesses, his connections, his weaknesses. Especially those shady dealings. Old Master Zhao couldn't have gotten to where he is today without a clean record. Investigate thoroughly, but don't alert him."

The monkey nodded and made a mental note of it.

Chen Feng then looked at Shen Zhou.

"Shen Zhou."

"Brother Chen."

"Tonight's occasion made one thing clear to me."

Chen Feng's eyes sharpened. "Our business looks lively now, but in the eyes of the real big shots, it's just small fry. The sand and gravel building materials market is huge, but who really profits? It's the developers, the construction companies, and those at the top of the industry chain."

"And us? At best, we'll be picking up scraps from down there."

Shen Zhou listened attentively, his eyes behind his glasses gleaming with thoughtful intent.

"You're a college student, you know these things."

Chen Feng leaned forward, his tone becoming serious, "I need you to investigate this carefully for me."

"Investigate what?"

"All real estate developers in Donghai City."

Chen Feng counted on his fingers, "All the construction companies, all the upstream and downstream supply chains related to sand and gravel building materials. Who's making the profits, who's getting the scraps, and who's cutting the meat... find out everything."