Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Just then, Chen Feng's phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at the caller ID; it was Jiang Hong.

"Feed? Sister Hong."

"Chen Feng, I heard you got into a fight with Mad Dog Qiang tonight?" Jiang Hong's voice was anxious on the other end of the phone. "How is she? Is she hurt?"

"Minor injury, nothing serious." Chen Feng leaned against the wall, his voice weary. "We've taken the battlefield, and Mad Dog Qiang's side has temporarily retreated."

"They withdrew?" Jiang Hong visibly relaxed. "That's good. I was shocked when I heard the news. You made such a big fuss, even using guns?"

"There's no other way. Mad Dog Qiang brought fifty men; we can't keep the situation quiet without guns."

"Has the gun issue been properly resolved?"

Zhao Gang turned a blind eye and didn't pursue the matter.

"Zhao Gang?" Jiang Hong seemed somewhat surprised. "The police station chief? How did he get involved?"

Chen Feng briefly recounted what had happened that night, including how Zhao Gang arrived with his men in time.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Chen Feng, are you on good terms with this Zhao Gang?" Jiang Hong's voice turned serious.

"No, we've only had tea a few times! He's a good cop." Chen Feng genuinely believed that Zhao Gang was a good cop, not because he had helped him.

After listening for a moment, Sister Hong said thoughtfully, "You can try to get on good terms with Zhao Gang. After all, he's an official, and don't underestimate him just because he's a junior director now. He might get promoted someday."

"I know." Chen Feng took a deep breath.

"Alright, what's done is done, there's no point in saying more." Jiang Hong's tone softened a bit. "Your most important thing now is to stabilize the situation. Now that you've captured the battlefield, the next step is to get it running smoothly. Once you start making money, Mad Dog Qiang will have to think twice before trying to touch you again."

"clear."

"Also," Jiang Hong lowered her voice, "I'll figure something out about Liu Dapao. Keep a low profile lately, don't provoke him, and buy me some time."

"Sister Hong, what are you planning to do?"

"Don't worry about it, just do what you're supposed to do," Jiang Hong said firmly. "Remember, be careful."

"knew."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Feng lit another cigarette. He then dialed Wang Defa's number.

It was already past midnight, and the phone rang several times before it was answered.

"Who is it? In the middle of the night... um... baby, don't make a fuss..."

"No...come on, Mr. Wang!"

Hearing the woman's seductive moans, Chen Feng felt a surge of anger rising within him. He had fought tooth and nail on the battlefield that night, bleeding and sweating, finally managing to force the mad dog away, while this old bastard was enjoying himself in bed. Chen Feng sneered, his voice low yet carrying an undeniable authority: "Boss Wang, you seem to be in high spirits. It's me, Chen Feng."

The other end of the phone went silent, with only the rustling sound of fabric rubbing together.

Wang Defa's voice instantly became more sober, carrying a hint of obsequiousness and surprise: "Oh, Brother Chen! What brings you here? Is something urgent in the middle of the night? I had a little thing to take care of earlier, sorry?"

Chen Feng, not wanting to waste words, cut straight to the point: "The job's done." He exhaled a puff of smoke, his tone flat. "Old Li's battlefield is captured."

"What?!" came a gasp from the other end of the phone, followed by Wang Defa's excited, trembling voice: "You got it? You really got it? The contract's signed?"

"He signed it and even put his fingerprint on it."

"My God! Brother Chen!" Wang Defa's voice trembled. "Only a few days? You...you're amazing! Old Li is as stubborn as a mule, I thought it would take at least ten days or half a month to get it done! How did you manage to do it?"

"Last night, Mad Dog Qiang led a group of people to cause trouble. I happened to be there and helped Old Li out."

Chen Feng said casually, "He was so moved that he signed it."

"Just a casual thing? Touched?" Wang Defa gasped. He knew how ruthless Mad Dog Qiang and his gang were. The word "casual thing" sounded so easy; how much bloodshed was involved?

"Brother, are you...are you alright? Are you hurt?"

"It's a minor injury, nothing serious." Chen Feng didn't want to dwell on the topic any longer. "Boss Wang, the rest is up to you. Tomorrow morning, go find Old Li and get all the transfer documents, licenses, equipment, and land—make sure nothing is missing. After that, give him the remaining money. Remember, not a penny less than agreed upon."

"No problem! Leave it to me!" Wang Defa patted his chest and assured them, "I'll be there first thing tomorrow morning!"

"And another thing," Chen Feng continued, "after the transfer is complete, we need to open for business as soon as possible. The sand quarry has been shut down for too long; if we don't get back to work soon, all our customers will leave."

"Opening for business?" Wang De was taken aback. "So soon? Shouldn't you pick an auspicious day or something?"

"Screw picking, the sooner the better." Chen Feng's tone left no room for argument. "Oh, and by the way, call those construction site bosses—General Manager Li, General Manager Zhang, and General Manager Zhou—and invite them to the opening ceremony."

"Understood!" Wang Defa nodded repeatedly. "I'll arrange it right away! Those bosses agreed to use our sand and gravel during our last meal together. We can sign the letter of intent now for the opening, so it's in writing and they won't back out!"

"Contact them as soon as possible." Chen Feng nodded in satisfaction. "There's one more thing..."

"What do you say, brother?"

"Let's find out if there are any other construction bosses in the city who have been bullied by Mad Dog Qiang."

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes. "We need to strike while the iron is hot and poach all of Mad Dog Qiang's clients."

"Great! I'll handle this!" Wang Defa's voice was full of excitement. "Brother, don't worry, with you, a great leader, in charge, the future of Fenghua Building Materials is bright!"

Stop flattering me and get things done. We need to open the business the day after tomorrow.

"The day after tomorrow?" Wang Defa hesitated.

"This...the time is too tight, isn't it?"

"Mad Dog Qiang won't give us much time," Chen Feng said in a deep voice. "He suffered a loss tonight and is definitely plotting something. We must create a fait accompli before he makes a move. Once the battlefield is open and the client has signed a contract, it won't be so easy for him to make a move."

Wang Defa was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Fine! The day after tomorrow it is! I'll risk my reputation to get this done!"

Wang Defa paused, then tentatively asked, "Then... won't Mad Dog Qiang cause trouble again? He suffered a loss tonight, and he definitely won't let it go."

Chen Feng snorted coldly: "I have men guarding the battlefield now, so come at me if you want. Alright, that's all, I'm hanging up."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Feng leaned against the wall in the hospital corridor and exhaled a long puff of smoke.

Seeing Chen Feng hang up the phone, Er Gou leaned over and asked, "Fengzi, is that old bastard Wang Defa reliable?"

Whether he's reliable or not depends on his performance.

"Once the transfer of ownership is completed tomorrow, we'll prepare to open for business. Tell Monkey to keep a close eye on things and prevent Mad Dog Qiang's men from sneaking up at night."

Er Gou nodded, took a bite of his steamed bun, and said, "Why did Director Zhao arrive so promptly tonight? It couldn't be a coincidence, could it?"

Chen Feng smiled but didn't explain further. Actually, the phone call he made at the battlefield tonight was to Zhao Gang. Although Zhao Gang said he didn't care, he still came in the end. This relationship needed to be maintained. After all, in the murky waters of the East China Sea, fists alone weren't enough; a network of legitimate connections needed to be woven slowly.