Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Chen Feng stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the bustling street outside, his eyes becoming deep.

We've now basically figured out Mad Dog Qiang's background.

The delivery times and routes of the convoy, the defenses of the parking lots and sand quarries, the weaknesses of his core subordinates, the attitude of the construction site boss... all this information is like a jigsaw puzzle, gradually piecing together a complete picture in Chen Feng's mind.

Trying to snatch food from Mad Dog Qiang's mouth by fighting head-on is definitely not an option. He has Ninth Master backing him and hundreds of men under his command; a direct confrontation would only result in mutual destruction.

But if...

Chen Feng's lips curled into a cold smile.

Start by targeting the oppressed construction site owners, and win them over as clients; at the same time, exploit the personal relationship between Hong Gu and Tie Tou to create divisions within Mad Dog Qiang's organization; then find an opportunity to disrupt his convoy and catch him off guard...

Step by step, slowly eroding it.

By the time Mad Dog Qiang realized what was happening, his territory had already been divided into pieces. Even if Ninth Master wanted to protect him, he would have to think twice.

"Brother Feng, what are you thinking about?" Monkey came over and asked curiously.

Chen Feng turned around and patted him on the shoulder: "It's nothing. You go and get some rest; you might have something to do tonight."

The monkey nodded as if it understood, then yawned and went outside.

Chen Feng sat back on the sofa, took out his phone, and called Jiang Hong.

"Sister Hong, I have some new developments on my end. I'll report to you in person tonight."

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Jiang Hong's voice came from the other end of the phone. "By the way, Wang Defa called me this afternoon and said the paperwork for the new company is all done, and he'll be coming over tonight."

Chen Feng's eyes lit up: "So fast?"

"He's in a hurry to make money," Jiang Hong smiled. "He's bringing a few construction site bosses over for a business dinner tonight. You should come too, it'll be a good opportunity to get to know them."

"Okay, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Feng leaned back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, his smile growing wider.

......

As evening approached, the magnificent building gradually came into being, bustling with activity.

Neon lights flashed, music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses mingled together, creating the unique sensual and decadent atmosphere of this era.

Chen Feng changed into a well-fitting dark gray suit, which Lin Fang had specially bought for him a couple of days ago, saying that he was now "Boss Chen" and couldn't dress like a street thug anymore.

As soon as he entered the hall, he saw Wang Defa standing at the door looking around. When he saw Chen Feng, his fat face immediately lit up with a smile.

"Brother Chen! I've been waiting for you for ages!" Wang Defa strode up to greet him, his enthusiasm as if he were seeing a long-lost brother.

Chen Feng noticed that Wang Defa was dressed exceptionally formally tonight, with a meticulously tailored suit and tie, and a gleaming gold Rolex on his wrist, clearly indicating that he was going to treat everyone to a meal.

"Boss Wang, why are you in such a hurry?" Chen Feng smiled and shook hands with him.

"Urgent! Of course we're in a hurry!" Wang Defa lowered his voice, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "All the paperwork is done, and we just got the business license today! We're just waiting for the grand opening to make a fortune!"

He took a red notebook out of his briefcase and handed it to Chen Feng.

Chen Feng took it and saw that it was a brand new business license.

The words "Donghai Fenghua Building Materials Co., Ltd." are prominently displayed in gold lettering, with Wang Defa listed as the legal representative and a registered capital of one million yuan.

"Fenghua, the 'Feng' of 'sharpness' and the 'Hua' of 'brilliance'," Wang Defa chuckled. "That's a great name! You can tell it's your business, Brother Chen, just by hearing it!"

Chen Feng nodded and handed the business license back to him: "Thank you for your hard work, Boss Wang."

"Oh, of course, of course!" Wang Defa waved his hand repeatedly. "By the way, I've invited a few old friends from the construction site over for dinner tonight. They're all big bosses with projects. I was thinking of introducing you all to them; it'll be easier for us to do business together in the future, won't it?"

Chen Feng understood immediately.

This was Wang Defa paving the way for him, and also showing those construction site bosses—look, I, Wang Defa, now have a new backer.

"Let's go then." Chen Feng glanced at his watch. "Sister Hong is waiting too."

The two went up to the third floor together and headed straight for Jiang Hong's office.

Pushing open the door, I saw Jiang Hong sitting on the sofa, flipping through documents. Tonight, she was wearing a tight-fitting dress that accentuated her graceful figure, her hair was piled high, revealing her long, fair neck, and she exuded a dignified yet alluring charm.

Seeing the two enter, she put down the documents and stood up to greet them.

"Boss Wang, Chen Feng, please sit."

Wang Defa sat down with a smile, took a stack of documents from his briefcase, and handed them to Jiang Hong: "President Jiang, this is the company's complete set of documents: business license, tax registration, bank account opening permit, and transfer documents for several transport vehicles. Please take a look."

Jiang Hong took the document and carefully looked through it, nodding occasionally.

"Where's the sand mining permit?" she asked, looking up.

"Well..." Wang Defa's expression was somewhat embarrassed. "I used to have a sand mining permit, but that bastard Mad Dog Qiang snatched it away. Getting a new one now is extremely difficult; I need to bribe everyone involved, and it'll take at least a year and a half."

"So what do we do now?" Chen Feng asked, frowning.

Wang Defa's eyes darted around, and he lowered his voice, saying, "I have a way. In the Qinglong Mountain area north of the city, besides Mad Dog Qiang's large sand quarry, there are a few smaller ones. One of them is called 'Old Li's Sand Quarry,' it has all the necessary licenses, but Old Li doesn't get along with Mad Dog Qiang and has been trying to sell the quarry. I've asked around, and they can take it over for 300,000."

"Three hundred thousand?" Jiang Hong raised an eyebrow.

"The licenses and permits are all in place, the equipment is in good condition, and the location is also good," Wang Defa quickly explained. "The price is actually quite fair. The problem is... Old Li is afraid of Mad Dog Qiang. His sand quarry is right under Mad Dog Qiang's nose. Mad Dog Qiang tried to take over his quarry before but failed, and there's a bit of a grudge between them. Old Li is worried that selling the quarry to us will provoke Mad Dog Qiang's retaliation."

Chen Feng and Jiang Hong exchanged a glance.

"I'll handle this," Chen Feng said. "You go and contact Old Li first, and negotiate the price. As for Mad Dog Qiang, you don't need to worry about him."

A hint of admiration flashed in Wang Defa's eyes: "Good! I trust Brother Chen to get things done!"

The group then discussed some specific details, including the allocation of the fleet, customer development, financial management, and so on.

Jiang Hong suggested that she appoint a trustworthy person to be in charge of the finances, both to help and to supervise. Wang Defa had no objection, after all, he knew that trust was the most important thing in cooperating with Chen Feng, and if someone tried to play tricks with money, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Jiang Hong said.

The door opened, and a waiter walked in: "Mr. Wang, your guest has arrived and is waiting in the lobby downstairs."

"Hey, they're here!" Wang Defa slapped his thigh and stood up, turning to Chen Feng. "Brother Chen, come on, let's go meet those bosses. They're all from the construction site; we'll be relying on them to handle our sand and gravel from now on!"

Chen Feng stood up and straightened his clothes: "Let's go."

Upon descending to the lobby on the first floor, I saw three middle-aged men sitting in a booth near the entrance, each with a cup of tea in front of them, talking in hushed tones.

Seeing Wang Defa and Chen Feng approach, the three of them stood up.

"Mr. Wang! Long time no see!" A bald man at the head of the group greeted Wang Defa with a smile and shook hands with him.