Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Chen Feng was taken aback by her words, then burst into laughter.

"Sister Zhen, your mouth is even more formidable than your body."

He pulled out three stacks of banknotes from the paper bag, about 30,000 yuan, and stuffed them into Ah Zhen's hand.

"This is the payment for the information you gave me about Zhao Qiang last time. I should have given it to you earlier, but I've been too busy lately."

Ah Zhen looked down at the money in her hand, her eyes darted around, and she suddenly covered her mouth and laughed.

"Oh dear, Mr. Chen, that's not right."

"What's wrong?"

"You slept with me and gave me 30,000 yuan." Ah Zhen blinked her alluring eyes, her voice sweet and coquettish. "What is this? Payment for prostitution? Does that mean I've become your…?"

"What are you thinking about?" Chen Feng rolled his eyes at her, annoyed. "This is a thank-you gift."

"A thank-you gift?"

After listening, Ah Zhen remained silent for a few seconds, then took the 30,000 yuan in her hand and gently clapped her palms.

"Alright, I'll accept it then." A sly smile played on her lips. "But Boss Chen, you really know how to distinguish between them. A lover in bed, a business partner off the bed?"

Chen Feng stood up, straightened his clothes, walked up to her, reached out and lifted her chin, looking into her captivating eyes.

"In bed, it's about mutual benefit; off bed, it's about mutual gain. But..." Chen Feng paused, a wicked smile creeping across his lips, "If you're talking about paying for sex, you're underestimating yourself. With Sister Zhen's figure and skills, 30,000 yuan isn't enough. At least... I'd have to be included too."

Ah Zhen chuckled and punched him in the chest: "Get lost! You're getting a good deal and you're still acting innocent. Hurry up and take your money and get out of here, your back is about to break."

"Okay, I'm off then." Chen Feng took her hand and kissed the back of it. "I might be a bit busy these next few days, so please take good care of things at the casino."

"Okay, okay, stop nagging."

As Ah Zhen watched Chen Feng walk out of the office with the money bag, the smile in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by a complex and gentle light.

The next day at noon, the sun was shining brightly.

The entrance to the famous Harbor Grand Hotel in Donghai City is filled with Santanas and Crowns, and occasionally one or two Mercedes-Benz W14s can be seen. This is a microcosm of Donghai City's world of fame and fortune, and a breeding ground for countless power-money transactions.

A black Audi 100 came to a steady stop in front of the restaurant.

The car door opened, and Chen Feng stepped out in a well-tailored dark gray suit. Despite having a blast at Ah Zhen's place last night, he was still full of energy, his eyes sharp as knives.

Jiang Hong got off the bus from the other side. Today she was wearing a beige business suit, her hair was up, and she was wearing sunglasses. She exuded a cool and aloof aura that kept strangers at bay.

Chen Feng stretched his neck, a playful smile playing on his lips. "I'm kind of looking forward to it."

"expect?"

"Last time, this Boss Wang made me drink two bottles of baijiu," Chen Feng said, narrowing his eyes. "Today, I'll see how he tries to bring it up."

Jiang Hong took off her sunglasses and glared at him: "Stop being so sarcastic. Today is for business, not revenge. Remember, problems that can be solved with money aren't really problems."

"I know." Chen Feng's smile faded. "Don't worry, Sister Hong, I know what's important."

As soon as the two reached the revolving door, a middle-aged man with a bloated figure and a receding hairline greeted them with a broad smile. He was wearing a slightly tight Armani suit, and the gleaming gold Rolex on his wrist shone brightly in the sunlight.

It was Wang Defa.

The smile on Wang Defa's face froze for a moment when he saw Chen Feng.

Of course he knew Chen Feng.

That hothead who took out his two bodyguards in three seconds in the glittering 888 private room; that ruthless man who was forced to drink two bottles of 60-proof liquor but didn't collapse.

The scene from that night is still etched in his mind—the young man tilted his head back and drank the wine, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained as cold as knives.

Later he learned that this kid not only didn't die, but had made a name for himself and killed Zhao Biao.

Life is unpredictable.

What he once saw as an ant has now become someone he has to look up to.

"President Jiang! Brother Chen... Brother Chen!" Wang Defa hurried forward, his face beaming with smiles again, almost excessively enthusiastic. "We've been waiting for you two! Please, please come in! The private room is all ready!"

Chen Feng didn't reach out; he just looked at him calmly.

Wang Defa's hand froze in mid-air, and sweat began to bead on his forehead.

Jiang Hong tried to smooth things over, saying, "Boss Wang, don't just stand at the door, go upstairs and talk."

"Yes, yes, let's go up and talk!" Wang Defa quickly led the way, secretly observing Chen Feng's expression as they walked.

The three entered the most luxurious "Guanlan Pavilion" private room on the top floor. Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows was the boundless East China Sea port, with towering cranes and cargo ships shuttling back and forth, a bustling scene.

After we were seated, the waiters began serving the dishes in a continuous stream.

Wang Defa personally opened a bottle of 30-year-old Moutai, filled the glasses for the two men, but hesitated to touch his own chopsticks.

He glanced at Jiang Hong, then at Chen Feng, and finally mustered the courage to stand up, raise his glass.

"Brother Chen," his voice was a little hoarse, "the first thing we're doing at this meal isn't business, but... to apologize to you."

Chen Feng raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.

Wang Defa took a deep breath, his fat face jiggling: "What happened at Jinbihuihuang was my fault, I, Wang Defa, was a bastard. I shouldn't have bullied people just because I'm a long-time customer, and I especially shouldn't have..."

He paused, seemingly choosing his words carefully: "I shouldn't have forced you to drink those two bottles of wine. I've regretted it ever since. You, a young man just entering society, stood up for a young girl—you're a real man. On the contrary, I've lived most of my life doing the things of a beast."

He held the wine glass with both hands and bowed deeply: "This glass is for you. If you still hold a grudge about what happened before, I accept it. If we can let bygones be bygones, I, Wang Defa, will consider you a brother from now on!"

After saying that, he tilted his head back and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

The private room was silent for a few seconds.

Jiang Hong silently observed Chen Feng's reaction from the side.

Chen Feng looked at Wang Defa with a deep, unfathomable gaze.

A moment later, he picked up his wine glass and slowly stood up.

"Boss Wang," his voice was calm, "I vomited blood for three days after drinking those two bottles of wine you made me. I developed a stomach ailment, and even drinking cold water hurts me now."

Wang Defa's face turned pale, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"But," Chen Feng changed the subject, a smile playing on his lips, "those two bottles of wine taught me a lesson."

"What class?" Wang Defa was stunned.

"A lesson in patience." Chen Feng downed his drink in one gulp. "Before, I only knew how to use my fists. After that night, I realized that sometimes, enduring for a moment is so you don't have to endure it later."

He put down his wine glass, looked directly into Wang Defa's eyes, and said, "The past is the past. We're sitting here today to talk business."

Wang Defa breathed a sigh of relief, nodded repeatedly, and sat down again, only to find that his back was completely soaked.

Jiang Hong nodded in satisfaction, secretly praising him: This kid knows how to conduct himself properly and is more mature than she had imagined.

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

After the atmosphere eased, Wang Defa finally got to the point.