Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Jiang Hong walked to the window, lit a slender cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke, and looked thoughtful.

"Chen Feng, have a good time with the brothers tonight." Jiang Hong turned to look at him. "Conquering a kingdom is easy, but maintaining it is hard. The fact that these men are willing to risk their lives for you in the southern suburbs is your greatest asset."

"I understand." Chen Feng nodded.

"Go ahead, the private room on the second floor of the Peace Restaurant is already reserved." Jiang Hong flicked her cigarette ash, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Let the brothers drink to their hearts' content, and put the bill on my tab."

"Thank you, Sister Hong."

……

At 10 p.m., on the second floor of the Heping Restaurant, one group of people stayed behind to guard the place while the others arrived.

The entire floor was brightly lit, with three large round tables pushed together, laden with chicken, duck, fish, meat, and seafood dishes. Cases of beer were being carried upstairs, and bottles of liquor were being placed on the tables. The air was thick with smoke, and the place was bustling with noise.

Chen Feng sat at the main table, surrounded by Chen Fang, Da Zhuang, and Monkey. The other brothers sat around them, their faces beaming with excitement. The money they had just received was still warm in their pockets!

"Brother Feng! A toast to you!" A guy named Ah Cai walked over with a glass of wine, his face flushed. "Following you means you'll get the spoils!"

Chen Feng stood up, picked up his glass, and downed it in one gulp: "We're all brothers, why stand on ceremony? Come on, let me toast you!"

"Good! That's manly!" Ah Cai shouted, tilting his head back and gulping down a glass of baijiu, which stung so badly he grimaced.

"Brother Feng! I also want to toast you!"

"Brother Feng! Have a drink!"

His brothers rushed over to offer him a toast, and Chen Feng accepted every offer, downing one glass after another. The liquor was spicy and scalding, burning from his throat all the way to his stomach, but it couldn't suppress the heroic spirit in his heart.

"Brothers!" Chen Feng jumped onto a chair, raised his glass, and shouted, "We won the battle in the southern suburbs! That bastard Zhao Biao was utterly humiliated! From now on, this area of ​​Victory Road is ours!"

"Bravo!" the crowd cheered in unison, their glasses clinking together.

"What were we before? Small-time thugs everyone looked down on, lowly laborers being bossed around!" Chen Feng's eyes gleamed. "But from today onwards, we're different! We're brothers, brothers who've fought side-by-side, shared life-or-death experiences!"

"Brother Feng is right!" Chen Fang stood up, brandishing a bottle of liquor and roaring, "From now on, if anyone dares to bully our brothers, I'll be the first to object!"

"Yes! We won't agree!" the crowd roared in unison.

Chen Feng jumped off the chair, walked over to Da Zhuang, and looked at the bandage still wrapped around his arm. His voice turned heavy: "Da Zhuang, you were the most seriously injured in the battle in the southern suburbs. I'll toast you!"

Da Zhuang's eyes reddened, he picked up his wine glass, and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother Feng, following you was worth it!"

The two clinked glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere grew increasingly lively. Some started playing drinking games, while others stood on the table and sang.

"Brother, give me a hug, tell me what's on your mind, tell me all the grievances and changes you've experienced over the years..." A whole bunch of wailing and howling ensued.

Some people, after drinking too much, hugged their brothers and cried their eyes out, saying things like, "From now on, we're family."

"Come on! Who dares to challenge me to a drinking contest?" Chen Fang took off his shirt, revealing his muscular physique, and slammed his fist on the table, shouting, "One bottle of baijiu, whoever's down first is a coward!"

"I'll go!" a guy named Hei Zi stepped forward. "Chen Fang, don't think you can drink just because you can fight!"

The two men each picked up a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) and began drinking it against each other amidst the cheers of the crowd.

"Cheer! Cheer! Cheer!"

"Go! Go!"

Finally, the two of them threw the bottles on the ground almost simultaneously, then hugged each other and laughed drunkenly.

"You...you're something else!" Chen Fang patted Hei Zi on the shoulder, his tongue practically slurring, "From now on...from now on you're my brother!"

"We've always been brothers!"

Monkey drank the least. He quietly approached Chen Feng and whispered, "Brother Feng, drink less. We have important business to attend to tomorrow."

Chen Feng waved his hand, a smile playing on his lips: "Tonight, we're not talking business, just drinking! The brothers have risked their lives for me, I can't let them down."

After saying that, he picked up another glass of wine and shouted, "Brothers! Tonight, we're not leaving until we're drunk! Whoever collapses first is a coward!"

"We won't leave until we're drunk!"

"Done!"

The noise in the restaurant continued until late at night. When the music ended and the crowd dispersed, half of the people were completely drunk and had to be helped, carried, or carried back to their respective homes.

Chen Feng leaned back in his chair, looking at the mess of cups and plates scattered all over the floor, a satisfied smile on his lips.

These are his brothers, his crew.

The next morning, despite a hangover headache, Chen Feng, along with Da Zhuang and Monkey, went to check on the situation at each of the six venues.

The first stop was "Star Game City" in the middle section of Shengli Road.

The space, covering nearly 200 square meters, was filled with all sorts of arcade games and slot machines. Chen Feng pushed open the door and walked in, a wave of heat mixed with the smell of smoke and coins hitting him.

The original store manager was a tall, thin man in his thirties surnamed Sun. His legs were trembling when he saw Chen Feng come in.

"Mr. Chen... Mr. Chen..."

"Don't be nervous." Chen Feng patted him on the shoulder. "I won't hold Zhao Biao accountable for how he managed things before. From today onwards, you can continue doing your job, and you'll still get paid, but the rules need to be changed."

"What...what rules?"

"First, no cheating is allowed; the winning odds of the slot machines must be adjusted to a normal level." Chen Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority. "Second, no selling prohibited items is allowed in the premises. Third, minors are not permitted."

Store Manager Sun nodded repeatedly, sweat beading on his forehead: "Understood, understood, I will definitely do as instructed!"

"Also," Chen Feng glanced at the old sign hanging on the wall, "replace this sign; it's too shabby. A good storefront is very important for a business."

"Yes, yes, I'll take care of it right away!"

After leaving the arcade, Chen Feng went to the billiards room next door.

This billiards room is called "Starry Sky Billiards". It has more than ten tables and business is quite good. But Chen Feng frowned as soon as he entered the room - the floor was covered with cigarette butts and sunflower seed shells, and the velvet on the table was worn and pilling. It was obviously neglected.

"Who's in charge of this area?"

A disheveled middle-aged man stepped forward timidly: "It's...it's me..."

"Starting today, clean twice a day, morning and evening." Chen Feng pointed to the worn-out tables. "Replace all these velvet covers with new ones, and replace the cues with good ones. Also, tidy up yourself up; don't make the guests feel disgusted."

The middle-aged man was so frightened that he repeatedly agreed.

Next up are two video arcades.

Wherever Chen Feng went, he carefully inspected the business operations, replacing what needed replacing, repairing what needed repairing, and making necessary adjustments. He also had Monkey collect the account books from each venue in preparation for a unified review.

"Brother Feng, the combined monthly revenue from these venues is at least a hundred thousand or two hundred thousand," Monkey said, calculating as they walked. "After deducting costs and Master Jiu's cut, we can still save a hundred thousand or two."

"A few hundred thousand is just the beginning." Chen Feng looked at the bustling Shengli Road, his gaze deep. "Once you've established a legitimate business and built a good reputation, you'll only make more money."

Da Zhuang scratched his head, standing to the side: "Brother Feng, we're in the underworld, what's the point of arguing about these things?"

"Of course it's useful." Chen Feng stopped and looked at Da Zhuang seriously. "Do you think there are no rules in the underworld? Why did Zhao Biao fall? It's because he was too greedy, he ripped people off, and in the end, everyone turned against him."

"We're different. We want people to know that following Chen Feng means making money, having a good life, and not having to worry about being scammed. Who wouldn't want to follow a boss like that?"

Da Zhuang nodded as if he understood, but his admiration for Chen Feng deepened.