Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Chen Feng pointed to the still-bleeding gauze on his left hand: "See? This is the price. You, Boss Wang, sit in your office enjoying the air conditioning, while my brother bleeds outside. Do you think a 50/50 split is fair?"

Wang Defa was speechless, his fat face trembling: "But... but you can't just give me three doses at once, I can't explain it to my family if I give me three doses at once..."

Chen Feng saw that it was almost done.

Actually, he and Jiang Hong had already discussed it beforehand. The so-called 70/30 split was just a psychological anchor. This was called asking for the moon, just to give Wang Defa some room to "bargain." If he had stated his bottom line right away, Wang Defa would definitely have pushed for it down further.

Chen Feng's bottom line is actually June 4th.

Sixty percent is enough for him to maintain his current position and rapidly expand his influence; leaving Wang Defa with forty percent will also allow the fat man enough profit to maintain operations, so that he doesn't feel like he's working for Chen Feng for free.

After all, killing the goose that lays the golden eggs is not a long-term solution. The best approach is to fatten them up before killing them, or in other words, to keep them raising them to lay eggs.

"Boss Wang, don't say I'm disrespecting you." Chen Feng flicked his cigarette ash, his tone softening slightly. "I'm not the kind of person who's greedy. I also hope our cooperation can last a long time, after all, we'll still need to rely on Boss Wang's connections in the business world in the future."

Upon hearing this, Wang Defa's eyes lit up instantly: "Brother Chen, so you mean...?"

Chen Feng stretched out one hand, spread his five fingers, and then slowly retracted his thumb, leaving only four fingers.

June Fourth.

Chen Feng's voice was firm and unwavering: "I'll take six, you take four. That's my bottom line. If Boss Wang thinks it's acceptable, we'll sign the contract now, and I'll arrange the staff tomorrow. If not..."

Chen Feng stood up, making a move to leave: "Then this drink is on me. Even if we don't make a deal, we can still be friends."

"No! No, no, no!"

Wang Defa panicked and grabbed Chen Feng's sleeve, afraid that this lifeline would slip away. He quickly calculated in his mind: forty percent… although less than expected, as long as he could snatch the meat back from Mad Dog Qiang's mouth, even forty percent would be millions in income a year! And with Chen Feng, this fearsome figure, backing him up, who would dare bully Wang Defa in the future?

This is a good deal no matter how you look at it!

"Alright! June 4th it is!" Wang Defa gritted his teeth, his face showing an expression of resignation mixed with secret glee. "Brother Chen is straightforward, and I can't let you down! We'll do it your way!"

A satisfied smile curved Chen Feng's lips as he sat back down in his chair.

"Boss Wang is indeed a man of great things." Chen Feng raised his glass. "May our cooperation be fruitful."

"It's a pleasure to cooperate! It's a pleasure to cooperate!" Wang Defa finally felt relieved. Although it hurt, at least they had reached an agreement.

Jiang Hong, who had remained silent until now, raised her glass at this opportune moment, her red lips parting slightly: "Now that we've reached an agreement, we need to draw up some terms and conditions. What are we planning to call the new company?"

Chen Feng glanced at the vast, turbulent sea outside the window, a glint of ambition flashing in his eyes.

"Let's call it 'Fenghua' Building Materials," Chen Feng said casually, "Feng as in 'sharpness'."

Wang Defa was taken aback for a moment, then gave a thumbs up: "Great name! Sharp and spirited, full of youthful vigor! Brother Chen, you've chosen a powerful name!"

By the end of the meal, everyone was enjoying themselves. Wang Defa, his face flushed from drinking, patted his chest and promised to get the company registration done as soon as possible.

After seeing Wang Defa off, Chen Feng and Jiang Hong stood at the hotel entrance waiting for the valet to bring the car over.

"You're quite something, Xiaofeng." Jiang Hong took off her sunglasses, her eyes full of laughter. "You played the 'feigned indifference' trick pretty well. I saw Wang Defa's expression when he finally agreed to the June Fourth Incident, like he'd gotten a huge bargain."

Chen Feng lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and his eyes became profound: "He's a businessman. Businessmen only care about profit. As long as he sees something to gain, he'll hand over the knife even if it means sacrificing his own flesh."

"And what about you?" Jiang Hong looked at him. "You're becoming more and more like a real boss. Sometimes I can't tell if you're Chen Feng, the one who chops people in the alley, or Boss Chen, the one who chats and laughs at the dinner table."

Chen Feng turned to look at Jiang Hong. His face was somewhat blurred by the swirling smoke, but it appeared even more resolute.

"It's all my fault, Sister Hong," Chen Feng said in a low voice. "It's just that I want to live a different life. I can't go on living like that, where all I know is how to take a knife and kill people."

Jiang Hong's heart skipped a beat. She realized that this man, whom she had once regarded as a "promising prospect," had grown at a speed that exceeded her expectations.

"Let's go back." The car arrived, and Jiang Hong opened the door. "The real battle is yet to come."

Chen Feng threw away the cigarette butt and stomped it out.

Back in the glittering security department office, the air was thick with the smell of cigarettes—the cigarettes Monkey and Dazhuang had been smoking. Seeing these brothers who had risked their lives for him, Chen Feng felt a deep sense of peace.

Seeing Chen Feng push open the door and enter, the group, who had been laughing and joking, immediately fell silent, stood up straight, and called out, "Brother Feng!"

Chen Feng waved his hand, gesturing for everyone to sit down. He glanced around; those sitting in the room were all his core members who had gone through thick and thin with him: Dazhuang, Ergou, Houzi, and several other brothers who had distinguished themselves in the battle in the southern suburbs.

"Please sit down." Chen Feng pulled out a chair and sat down, unbuttoning his collar. His expression was serious. "I'm here today to announce something important."

Everyone looked at each other, sensing the heavy atmosphere.

"I reached an agreement with Wang Defa this noon." Chen Feng pulled a draft agreement from his pocket and slammed it on the table. "We will establish a new building materials company, specializing in building materials and sand and gravel."

"Holy crap! The sand and gravel business?" Er Gou's eyes widened like saucers. "Fengzi, I heard that stuff is incredibly profitable! Are we going to be rich?"

"It's about making money." Chen Feng gave him a cold look. "But the prerequisite is that we have to be alive to spend it."

Er Gou shrank back, intimidated by Chen Feng's gaze, and dared not utter another sound.

"Do you know who controls the sand and gravel business in the south of the city now?" Chen Feng asked.

"Mad Dog Qiang." Monkey was the first to speak. He had the best connections in the underworld. "That guy is now a favorite of Master Jiu. He has a large group of thugs under his command and a dedicated fleet of vehicles. He has practically monopolized all the construction sites in the southern part of the city."

"That's right." Chen Feng nodded. "If we want to make a living, we have to snatch food from Mad Dog Qiang's mouth. I don't need to explain what that means, do I?"

This means war.

Moreover, it wasn't the kind of street brawl; it was a territorial battle involving huge sums of money.

The atmosphere in the room instantly turned tense. But these brothers, who had gone through several bloody battles with Chen Feng, were no longer the petty thugs they once were. Far from being afraid, their eyes gleamed with ferocity and greed.

"What's there to be afraid of!" Da Zhuang slammed his hand on the table and roared, "We were both done for by Zhao Qiang last time, and this mad dog Qiang is strong too, so we'll target the 'strong' ones! Brother Feng, you tell us what to do, and we'll do it!"

"Yeah! Let's fuck them!" Everyone chimed in.

Chen Feng gestured for everyone to be quiet.

"It's good to have guts, but guts alone aren't enough; you have to use your brain." Chen Feng looked at Monkey. "Monkey, I have something for you to do. You're our 'eyes'."