Reborn in 2006, it's incredibly awesome!

The private room was filled with smoke. Zhao Hu and the bald man were chatting when the door was suddenly pushed open.

Lin Feng strode in, carrying two black plastic bags in his hands, followed by Wang Hu and Wang Lei.

Zhao Hu and the bald man sprang to their feet almost simultaneously, their backs instinctively hunching forward slightly, their faces beaming with smiles, and said in unison, "Hello, Brother Feng!"

Lin Feng waved his hand, gesturing for them to sit down, and casually placed the plastic bag on the table: "You're here pretty early. Have you ordered?"

"Not yet, we're waiting for you to decide," Zhao Hu quickly replied, adopting a very humble attitude.

Lin Feng nodded, waved to the waiter waiting at the door, and casually ordered four cold dishes and eight hot dishes, all of which were signature dishes. The waiter noted it down and left, and the private room became quiet again.

The bald man picked up the teapot and poured tea for Lin Feng, saying with a smile, "Brother Feng, you're so busy every day. If you need anything, you can just make a phone call. It's such a hassle to come all this way in person."

Zhao Hu chimed in, "That's right, Brother Feng. Whatever is your business is our business. We'll go through fire and water for you, no matter what."

Lin Feng lit a cigarette, leaned back in his chair, took a slow drag, and exhaled the smoke. "This can't be explained clearly over the phone. Do you know the owner of MIX?"

Zhao Hu was taken aback, then quickly replied, "Look at what you're saying, who in the underworld doesn't know Master Jiang? He's a retired veteran, his mere presence is enough to make the Workers' Stadium tremble. We know him, but he might not know us. What's wrong, Brother Feng, do you have a grudge against Master Jiang?"

Lin Feng shook his head, his tone calm: "There's no holiday. Lao Jiang and I are friends. We're planning to open a new venue in Sanlitun together, twice the size of his current MIX. The venue has been booked, and we'll start renovations in the next couple of days."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Hu and the bald man exchanged a glance, both seeing undisguised shock in each other's eyes.

Who is Jiang Zhenwei? He's a legendary big shot, how could he partner with Raymond Lam to open a new venue?

Zhao Hu then realized why Manager Sun had sided with Lin Feng at MIX; it turned out Lin Feng was one of their own.

He quickly clasped his hands in a fist and bow, his face beaming with a smile: "Oh! That's wonderful news! I wish you and Master Jiang a pleasant cooperation and prosperous business in advance! If you have any orders, just say the word. I, Zhao Hu, will go through fire and water for you without hesitation."

The bald man nodded repeatedly, his tone filled with genuine gratitude: "Brother Feng, if you hadn't shown mercy back then, I would have been crippled long ago and would still be in prison. I recognized you back in the abandoned factory. I can't thank you enough; even if you asked me to die, I would never hesitate."

Lin Feng chuckled lightly, flicked his cigarette ash, and said, "Stop talking about dying. Following me will only make things better. Since you two acknowledge me as your older brother, I won't beat around the bush. I called you here today for just one thing."

After saying that, he pointed to Wang Hu beside him: "This is Wang Hu, my childhood friend from my hometown, a brother I'd risk my life for. From now on, he'll be in charge of the new ORA venue. He's new to Beijing and doesn't know anyone here, so you two should take care of him. If anything happens, he'll call you two directly, understand?"

Zhao Hu and the bald man knew exactly what was going on.

Brother Feng is paving the way for Brother Hu.

The two nodded quickly, "Understood! Understood! Don't worry, Brother Feng, Brother Hu's business is our business!"

Looking at Wang Hu's fierce appearance and the scar on his face, Zhao Hu knew he was definitely a ruthless man. He was about to become the manager of Beijing's largest nightclub, and with Brother Feng and Master Jiang backing him up, his future prospects were limitless.

Thinking of this, he stood up and extended his hand to Wang Hu, his face full of respectful smiles:

"Hello, Brother Tiger! My name is Zhao Hu. What a coincidence, we both have the single character 'Hu' in our names. This must be fate. If you ever need anything, just let me know. I, Zhao Hu, am quite influential in the Sanlitun area."

Baldy stood up as well, extending his hand: "Brother Tiger, my name is Chen Xiaoguang, everyone in the underworld calls me Baldy. You're Brother Feng's brother, so you're my brother too. From now on, whether it's something in the club or something in the underworld, just let me know."

Wang Hu also stood up, shook hands with the two men with his large, fan-like hands, grinned, and said in a thick Northeastern accent, "That's enough. From now on, we're all brothers. I won't stand on ceremony with you, and you shouldn't be so formal with me either. If you need anything, just let me know, and we'll look out for each other."

The three sat down again, and Lin Feng reached out and pushed the two black plastic bags on the side of the table in front of Zhao Hu and the bald man.

"You two go back and each pick ten reliable brothers for Brother Tiger. They need to be over 1.8 meters tall, bold and meticulous, preferably veterans. Don't give me any of those sly thugs; I don't need that kind of people in my establishment."

Zhao Hu and the bald man exchanged a puzzled look, then reached out and opened the plastic bag, only to be stunned.

The bag contained neatly stacked bundles of cash; judging by the thickness, it amounted to exactly 200,000 yuan.

"Brother Feng, what are you doing..." Zhao Hu quickly pushed the plastic bag back, "How could we possibly take your money!"

The bald man waved his hand, "Yeah, Brother Feng, really, it's not necessary! It's our honor that you trust us."

Lin Feng waved his hand, his tone leaving no room for refusal: "Relationships based solely on friendship without considering mutual benefit won't last. It's not much money, 200,000 each, take it. Help me put in a good word with the various factions in the underworld and tell them not to cause trouble at ORA. It's not that I'm afraid of anyone, I just don't want to deal with all that mess every day, and it affects business. You understand?"

"Got it! Got it, got it!" Zhao Hu and the bald man nodded repeatedly, both admiring Lin Feng's honesty in doing things.

He gives you both money and face; you'll never lose out if you follow a boss like that.

Baldy patted his chest and said, "Brother Feng, don't worry, we'll definitely pick the most capable and reliable brothers for Brother Tiger. We'll also let you know in the underworld, and we'll make sure to speak to all the important figures. Anyone who dares to cause trouble is going against us."

Lin Feng nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, I trust you two to handle things. Let's eat, the food's getting cold."

During this meal, we didn't talk about anything else but the underground ecology of Beijing.

Knowing which area belongs to which person, who hangs out in nightclubs, who makes a living through shady means, who you can associate with, and who are mad dogs you should avoid.

Zhao Hu and Baldy were both seasoned veterans in the underworld, and they knew each other inside and out, explaining things clearly.

Lin Feng and Wang Hu listened quietly, both understanding the situation. Running a nightclub inevitably involves dealing with all sorts of people. It's better to maintain good relations than to fight and make money every day.

The meal lasted until after 2 p.m., and Zhao Hu used the excuse of going to the restroom to quietly go to the bar and pay the bill.

The group walked out of the restaurant together and stood at the door to say goodbye.

"The renovation team will probably start work the day after tomorrow. Tiger will be there to oversee things. If anything comes up, feel free to contact them," Lin Feng instructed, then waved to the two of them, "Alright, you two go ahead and get busy. Call me if anything comes up."

Zhao Hu and the bald man responded in unison, standing there watching Lin Feng's Rolls-Royce turn the corner before they each left.

Wang Lei leaned over from the back row and said, "Brother Feng, I think these two are pretty savvy. Brother Hu has some help in Beijing now."

Lin Feng chuckled, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel: "You fucking better cut your hair shorter and dye those few yellow hairs back to black. Didn't you have a buzz cut before? What? Did you join the 'Funeral Love Family'?"

Wang Lei scratched his head. "What family? I'm just trying to pick up girls! You can't get girls with a buzz cut!"

Lin Feng laughed and said, "Stop talking nonsense. You can find any kind of woman in nightclubs from now on. You won't be short of this stuff."

Wang Hu chimed in, "Exactly! You can't get a girl by blaming your hair? Look at me, look how pretty your sister-in-law is. Learn from me, you good-for-nothing."

They chatted and laughed as they drove toward Peakfire Technology.