Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

At this moment, Monkey came out of the office, holding a document in his hand: "Brother Feng, I've checked all the contracts, there are no problems. The prices, payment terms, and quality standards are all clearly stated in the three letters of intent for supply."

"Okay." Chen Feng took the documents, flipped through them, and handed them to Wang Defa. "Have Boss Wang sign them later, and you can be a witness."

"No problem!" the monkey chuckled. "Leave it to me."

Wang Defa looked at the contracts in his hand, feeling quite pleased. These three contracts combined were worth at least several million yuan. Although he would have to share the profits with Chen Feng, it was still a hundred times better than losing his entire investment when his fleet was impounded.

Following Chen Feng, you'll definitely get what you deserve.

……

Just after nine o'clock in the morning, the roar of car engines could be heard from the foot of the mountain.

Chen Feng stubbed out his cigarette, straightened his collar, and put on a humble yet confident smile.

The first to arrive was Bald Mr. Li, who drove a black Audi A6, kicking up a cloud of dust as he steadily stopped at the entrance of the sand pit.

"Mr. Li! Welcome, welcome!" Wang Defa was the first to greet him, his face beaming with smiles.

Bald Mr. Li stepped out of the car, dressed in a dark suit with gleaming leather shoes, looking much more energetic than he had at the dinner table that day. His gaze swept around the entrance to the sand quarry, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes when he saw the brand-new signboard and the row of neatly arranged dump trucks.

"Boss Chen, you're quick on the uptake!" General Manager Li strode over, extending his hand. "I heard you had a fight with Mad Dog Qiang the night before last? I heard the news this morning. Impressive!"

Chen Feng grasped his hand, his grip neither too tight nor too loose: "Mr. Li, you're too kind. It was just a few thugs causing trouble, nothing serious."

"A small matter?" Mr. Li laughed heartily. "That bastard Mad Dog Qiang has been running rampant for so many years, but this time he's finally met his match! Boss Chen, you're something else!"

As they were talking, two more cars pulled up. Mr. Zhang was driving a Buick minivan, and Mr. Zhou was driving a Toyota Prado. The two got out of their cars almost simultaneously, and seeing that Mr. Li had arrived, they quickly walked over.

"Mr. Li! Mr. Chen!" Mr. Zhang greeted them with a smile, "We're not late, are we?"

"Perfect timing." Chen Feng smiled and went up to greet them, shaking hands with each of them.

General Manager Zhou adjusted his glasses and glanced around the sand field. "General Manager Chen, you've done a great job with this sand field. I saw the convoy from down the mountain just now; it was quite a sight."

"Mr. Zhou, you flatter me." Chen Feng waved his hand modestly. "It's all old equipment; we'll make do with it for now. We'll upgrade it gradually once we make a profit."

"Pragmatic!" President Zhou nodded. "That's how you do business—one step at a time."

Once the three bosses arrived, Wang Defa glanced at his watch and gave Dazhuang a wink.

Dazhuang understood immediately, took out a lighter, and lit the firecrackers at the door with a "snap".

"Crackling and popping—"

The crisp sound of firecrackers echoed through the valley, startling a flock of birds. Red paper scraps danced in the air, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air.

Several brothers cheered and applauded from the sidelines. Although the scene was simple, it was lively and festive.

After the firecrackers were finished, Wang Defa cleared his throat, stood in front of everyone, and began his prepared platitudes.

"Distinguished leaders, bosses, and colleagues! Today is a great day—Fenghua Building Materials is officially open for business!"

He paused, then his face broke into a broad smile: "Our Fenghua Building Materials was founded by General Manager Chen. He's a very honest man who values ​​integrity, quality, and service in business. From now on, if any of you bosses need sand, gravel, cement, or building materials for your construction sites, just come to Fenghua. We guarantee fair prices, excellent quality, and timely delivery!"

"Great!" Several brothers led the applause.

Wang Defa got more and more excited as he spoke: "Our General Manager Chen also said that as long as you're a Feng Hua client, Feng Hua will definitely help you solve any difficulties you encounter in the future! Anyone who dares to make things difficult for your construction sites is going against Feng Hua, and going against General Manager Chen!"

That hits the nail on the head.

The three bosses exchanged glances, and all saw satisfaction in each other's eyes.

They valued not only the price and quality of the sand and gravel, but more importantly, Chen Feng himself. With him around, they no longer needed to worry about being extorted on the construction site.

"Alright, enough with the formalities," Chen Feng interrupted Wang Defa's long-winded speech, smiling as he said, "I'm extremely grateful that all of you bosses could come and support us. Let's go inside, have a cup of tea, and chat."

"Please come in, the tea is ready, the finest Da Hong Pao!"

The group of people walked into the newly renovated conference room. Although the conference room was simple, it was very clean. On the long table in the center were fresh flowers and a fruit plate, as well as three pre-printed contracts.

Chen Feng didn't rush in. He stubbed out his cigarette and gave Da Zhuang a look. Da Zhuang understood immediately and led two of his men to guard the conference room door.

The atmosphere inside the meeting room was lively.

Wang Defa sat in the main seat and made a few polite remarks.

"Fellow business owners, let's be frank. In the past, Mad Dog Qiang monopolized the market, charging high prices for sand, dealing in poor quality sand, and frequently cutting off supplies. Everyone was angry but dared not speak out."

Wang Defa paused, then picked up a contract and waved it around: "Today, Fenghua Building Materials is officially established. Our sand is washed, with a mud content of less than 3%; our prices are 10% lower than Mad Dog's; most importantly, we guarantee supply and safety!"

"Great!" Bald Boss Li slammed his hand on the table. "Just for that 'safety guaranteed' clause, I, Old Li, will sign!"

He picked up the pen and quickly signed his name on the contract.

With someone taking the lead, the rest fell into place. General Manager Zhang and General Manager Zhou, not wanting to be left behind, also signed the papers.

Seeing the three bright red seals stamped on the contract, Wang Defa's hands trembled with excitement. This wasn't just a few pieces of paper; it represented real profits, and more importantly, the foundation upon which Fenghua Building Materials would establish itself in the South District!

As soon as these three large construction sites start using their materials, a huge hole will be torn in Mad Dog Qiang's monopoly.

"Gentlemen, it's been a pleasure doing business with you!" Wang Defa stood up, raised his teacup, and said, "Today's conditions are simple, so let's have tea instead of wine. Tonight, it will be a grand and magnificent affair. My treat, let's drink until we drop!"

"Haha, no problem at all!"

Just as everyone was having a pleasant conversation, a screeching sound of brakes suddenly came from outside, followed by Dazhuang's angry roar.

"Stop! What are you doing!"

"Get out of the way! A good dog doesn't block the way!"

The laughter in the conference room stopped abruptly. The expressions on the faces of Mr. Li and the others instantly changed.

Chen Feng had been standing by the window, and now he squinted slightly as he looked out.

Two dilapidated trucks loaded with sludge were seen driving erratically and stopping at the gate, blocking the exit of the Fenghua Building Materials convoy.

The car door opened, and seven or eight thugs jumped out, carrying a huge, white object in their hands.

That was a wreath.

In the very center of the wreath were written several large black characters: "May your business prosper and may you close down soon."

"Looks like someone's come to give us a gift." Chen Feng turned around, straightened his collar, and his smile turned somewhat cold. "Please have a seat, bosses. I'll go collect the gift."

The air in the conference room seemed to freeze instantly.

The three business owners, who had been chatting and laughing just moments before, were now deathly pale, each one sitting on pins and needles. They were businessmen, after all, seeking profit, not pride, and what they feared most was this kind of江湖恩怨恩怨 (jianghu grievances and entanglements).