Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

A crisp sound rang out, so loud that it could be heard clearly throughout the entire battlefield!

Iron Head's bald head was jolted forward, causing him to lose his balance and stumble two large steps before crashing headfirst into the arms of his henchman. Caught off guard, the henchman was knocked back and landed on his backside, while a wreath crashed down on Iron Head's head with a thud, like a white hat being temporarily placed on him.

In that instant, Tie Tou sat on the ground with a wreath on his head and his forehead covered, his face marked with bright red marks, his gold chain askew to one side, his expression a perfect three-part sequence of shock, shame, and collapse.

"Chen Feng, you son of a bitch...!" Tie Tou was in a terrible state. How could he continue to live in the underworld after being humiliated like this in front of all his brothers?

Tie Tou, his head still bearing the crooked wreath, scrambled to his feet, covered in dust and dirt. He glared fiercely at Chen Feng, but only dared to utter a trembling "We'll see about that!" before slinking away.

The group of thugs were puzzled. Iron Head, usually such a fierce man, capable of killing a bull with a single punch, was acting like a meek lamb in front of Chen Feng.

Since their boss had already left, they didn't dare to linger. They picked up the wreaths, slunk into the car, and sped away.

It comes quickly and goes quickly.

The tense crisis was resolved inexplicably.

Da Zhuang scratched the back of his head, looking completely bewildered: "Brother Feng, what did you say to him? Why is he acting like he's seen a ghost?"

Chen Feng watched the truck drive away and sneered, "Nothing much, I just told him a ghost story."

He turned and looked towards the conference room.

At that moment, Wang Defa and the three bosses were standing at the door, witnessing the whole process.

Although they couldn't hear what Chen Feng said, they saw with their own eyes that the fierce-looking Iron Head was like a grandson in front of Chen Feng, scared away by a few words, and didn't dare to move when Chen Feng flicked his forehead.

This method of subduing the enemy without fighting is even more shocking than a direct battle.

"This...this is solved?" Bald Mr. Li muttered to himself.

Chen Feng dusted off non-existent dust from his sleeves, strode back to the crowd, and wore a warm smile on his face.

"A little mishap, sorry to have startled you all." Chen Feng took a string of ten thousand firecrackers that had been prepared beforehand from Da Zhuang. "The auspicious time has arrived. I think we should set off the firecrackers first, hear the bang, and get rid of the bad luck!"

"Okay! We'll do as Mr. Chen says!"

"Crackling sound—!!!"

The deafening sound of firecrackers exploded over the battlefield, sending red debris flying everywhere.

Amidst the billowing smoke, the three bosses' gazes towards Chen Feng completely changed. If they had signed the agreement for personal gain before, now they felt a deep sense of awe towards this young man.

In the South City, Chen Feng is unfathomable for being able to scare away Mad Dog Qiang without shedding a drop of blood!

After the guests left, the smoke from the firecrackers had not yet dissipated, and the battlefield was already bustling with activity.

Chen Feng stood by the window on the second floor of the office, looking at the busy scene below, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Brother Chen, look at this setup!" Wang Defa walked over, rubbing his hands together, his face beaming. "When General Manager Li and the others left, they were incredibly polite! They even specifically instructed that deliveries begin tomorrow!"

Chen Feng nodded, his gaze sweeping over every corner of the battlefield.

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The next morning, just as dawn was breaking and the sun was peeking out, the brothers got up early and busied themselves preparing to welcome Feng Hua's first car.

At the main gate, a dozen gleaming dump trucks were already lined up, like a long steel dragon ready to set off. Each truck's cargo bed was tightly covered with a dustproof cloth, and the four large vermilion characters "Fenghua Building Materials" on the truck body shone brightly in the morning light. Dazhuang stood beside the first truck, explaining the precautions to each driver, patting them on the shoulder from time to time, his tone solemn yet encouraging.

In the center of the sand field, the old sand washing machine was running with a rumble. The turbid river water was pumped up, and after being screened and washed through several filters, it was turned into clean and fine sand, which flowed slowly out of the outlet.

Several workers, shovels in hand, deftly arranged the washed sand at the loading point, working in coordination with the loader, busy but not chaotic.

On the east side of the quarry, piles of stones were being precisely stacked by loaders, shovel by shovel, until they were neatly arranged. Er Gou, cigarette dangling from his lips, stood on a high earthen slope directing the work, his voice booming: "Those trucks over there, move forward a bit! Once they're full, drive to the queue! Don't block the feed inlet!"

"Where's the monkey?" Chen Feng walked over and asked, his gaze sweeping across the room.

"They're taking inventory of the tools in the warehouse," Wang Defa said with a smile, pointing to the row of bungalows on the west side. "This kid is meticulous. He's registered all the wrenches, shovels, safety helmets, and other such items, saying it will make management easier in the future. He also specifically checked the spare tires and toolboxes of each vehicle to make sure there are no mishaps on the road."

Chen Feng nodded in satisfaction. Although Monkey was young, he was quick-witted and organized, making him the perfect person to manage logistics.

A short while later, Monkey came running over, panting, and reported, "Brother Feng, everything's been checked! All the vehicles are in good condition, have enough fuel, and all the tools are in order. The drivers are all here and waiting for your orders!"

Chen Feng looked up and saw that more than a dozen dump trucks were fully loaded. The drivers were all sitting in their seats, their eyes fixed on him, full of anticipation. The morning light was growing stronger, shining on each truck and reflecting a dazzling light.

"Boss Wang, go and prepare the subsequent production schedule." Chen Feng turned around, picked up the delivery slip from the table, and said firmly, "I'll personally accompany the first shipment today."

"Huh?" Wang De was stunned, and hurriedly said, "Brother Chen, this... this doesn't need you to go personally! I can go! It's safer for you to stay on the battlefield!"

Chen Feng shook his head, his eyes sharpening. "It's the first day of delivery, I have to go. Firstly, to give the client enough face and show Fenghua's sincerity; secondly..." He paused, glancing at the distant highway, "I want to see if Mad Dog Qiang dares to make a move on the road. He suffered a loss yesterday, he might not let it go so easily."

Wang Defa's expression turned serious, and he instantly understood Chen Feng's intention. He quickly nodded, "Yes, yes, yes! Brother Chen is so thoughtful! I'll go with you then, so we can look out for each other!"

"No need." Chen Feng waved his hand. "You stay at the sand field and keep an eye on the production progress. There can't be the slightest mistake. Dazhuang and Ergou can come with me. That's enough."

"Well... alright then." Although Wang Defa was still a little worried, he knew that Chen Feng's decision was not to be questioned, so he could only agree and turn around to busy himself with production scheduling.

Chen Feng went downstairs and walked straight to the first dump truck. Inside, the clean, fine sand was piled up like a small mountain, gleaming with a soft golden luster in the morning light. This was a traditional process passed down from Old Li's sand quarry—washing sand with river water. Although the efficiency wasn't high, the quality of the sand was unparalleled; it had low mud content and uniform particles, making it top-quality construction sand.

"Has it been checked?" Chen Feng patted the side of the carriage and asked in a deep voice.

"I checked it three times!" Da Zhuang patted his chest confidently. "Don't worry, Brother Feng! Boss Li's construction site requires the mud content to be less than 3%. I personally sampled and tested the sand in this truck, and it's no more than 2%, absolutely meeting the standard! Moreover, the dustproof cloth in the truck bed is also tied tightly, so there won't be any sand leaking along the way."