All the heavens begin with the love in the courtyard.

Wang Linsheng shook his head once, then his eyes rolled back and he completely fainted.

This scene startled the people nearby. They hurriedly tried to check if Wang Linsheng had been kicked to death by Liu Feng, but Liu Feng stepped forward to stop them, waved his hand, and said with a smile.

"It's alright, just shut this kind of person up for a bit, they'll sober up soon!"

The group looked at Liu Feng, nodded with some skepticism, and then stepped aside.

Liu Feng picked up the microphone and continued speaking to the audience with a smile.

"Don't let this shameless person spoil your mood. Let's continue our topic. This person just questioned my comrade's donation of 10,000 yuan. I'm here to explain the whole story on his behalf."

Upon hearing Liu Feng's words, everyone focused their attention on him once again, curious as to whether the matter was true.

Although everyone is 100% certain that Liu Feng is a war hero, in this day and age, donating 10,000 yuan is no small amount, and many people secretly speculate that Liu Feng may have other identities.

Some people, who had their eyes on Wang Linsheng on stage, and some comrades who were fiercely opposed to evil, looked at him with contempt, thinking that it would be best if such a despicable person had been kicked to death.

Liu Feng paused for a moment before continuing.

“A year ago, I came to Guangzhou and started a small business with my comrade Mao Chengcheng. It went quite well this year, and we made some money. What Commander Zhang just said resonated with both Mao Chengcheng and me. We both come from poor families and know that some of our comrades are facing difficulties. So, Mao Chengcheng and I decided to donate 10,000 yuan. This was originally just a small thing, but it was a meaningful thing to help some comrades in need. However, the appearance of such a petty person has spoiled the mood. I hope you won't take it to heart!”

Liu Feng's words made many of his comrades look at him with fervor. Three years had passed since the reform and opening up, and many people in a place like Guangzhou had become wealthy. They never expected that one of their comrades would be like him. Naturally, many of them had some thoughts about it. Of course, the vast majority of their comrades looked at him with admiration.

The applause rang out again, this time louder and longer. Liu Feng waved his hand several times, but the applause did not stop. Helpless, Liu Feng handed the microphone to the person in the white shirt next to him, whispered a few words in the other person's ear, and then turned around and walked off the stage with Mao Chengcheng.

The applause only gradually subsided after the two reached their seats. As soon as they sat down, they were surrounded by eager comrades.

Everyone chimed in with their own opinions, expressing their long-held admiration. Liu Feng and Mao Chengcheng could only smile and exchange phone numbers with them. Unfortunately, they didn't have business cards, so they each found a notebook and started writing things down, which kept growing.

Liu Feng was particularly uncomfortable with this way of communicating, but he was in business and knew these people well. In the future, they might become part of his network, so it was only right that everyone give each other face.

Relationships are reciprocal. If you do business and your business becomes very large in the future, your relationship with your comrades will naturally continue, and may even become closer in the future.

Without the noise pollution from that despicable Wang Linsheng, the gathering continued, and the atmosphere in the hall became harmonious once again. No one paid any attention to Wang Linsheng, who was like a dead fish on the stage.

When lunchtime arrived, the dishes and drinks were served, and the atmosphere reached its peak. With the help of the alcohol, everyone's emotions were completely released, and they toasted each other, having a great time.

No one noticed that Wang Linsheng on the stage had already half-closed his eyes and woken up, but he dared not move and continued to act like a dead fish. At this moment, he only hoped that he was a speck of dust and that no one would notice him. He hoped that after everyone had eaten and drunk their fill and left, he could sneak away.

But the shouts of the crowd below the stage, and the aroma of food and wine, were so close yet so far away.

Wang Linsheng felt so insignificant at that moment, and a tear slid down his cheek. This was the first time in his life he had ever felt so humiliated.

It's better to be humiliated than to be beaten up on the spot. He knew who these people were and that he had incurred their wrath. He had no choice but to play the submissive role. Thinking of this, he didn't feel ashamed at all. On the contrary, he felt that he had been too clever just now. A sudden flash of inspiration had saved him from disaster.

Wang Linsheng was indeed a strange and eccentric character. He lay on the ground like that, not daring to move an inch, even though blood from his nostrils was flowing all over the ground.

Liu Feng, sitting in the audience, had already been given twenty or thirty glasses of wine and was feeling dizzy. He shook his head to clear his head. Mao Chengcheng next to him was in the same situation, but he was also a little dazed when he picked up his glass, clearly already completely drunk.

It looks like the two of them won't be able to go back today. Oh well, it's a rare treat to let loose and have some fun!

Yes, it was indeed very enjoyable. This gathering was definitely worthwhile. Those comrades who came up and introduced themselves were quite impressive; they came from all sorts of government departments in Guangzhou and Guangdong Province. If someone truly loves to study relationships, they could use these networks to build a successful career even starting from scratch.

For Liu Feng, these connections were more like icing on the cake. In the future, he could use Guangzhou as a base to lay a solid foundation and then develop other provinces.

The drinking lasted for almost three hours, and everyone had a great time. The gathering was considered a complete success, and everyone said their goodbyes and left.

Some of the comrades who were really drunk had to be helped to their guest rooms. Liu Feng also had Mao Cheng sent there to rest first, while he stayed behind to say goodbye to everyone.

At this moment, Liu Feng's body was already somewhat out of control, but his mind was still somewhat clear. He shook hands with each of his many comrades who came to say goodbye. He wanted to get up and see them off, but he was too weak to do so. He could only sit at the table and say goodbye to everyone.

After most of the others had left, only the organizers remained. The living room was a mess. The group looked towards the stage, and one of them wanted to go up and take a look, but the other person quickly stopped him, saying with a smile.

"Playing dead? I just saw him change his posture. Old Zhou, I heard this guy works at the Grain Bureau. Wasn't Old Liu transferred there? Go and say hello!"

Old Zhou nodded, but when he saw Wang Linsheng's military uniform, his face immediately darkened. The others beside him also sneered and ignored this utterly useless jack-of-all-trades.

When the group reached Liu Feng's table, their smiles returned. After shaking hands with Liu Feng, they discussed getting together again the next day. Liu Feng, of course, knew that tomorrow was the day to pay the bill, but he didn't mind. He exchanged a few more pleasantries with everyone before getting up and leisurely heading upstairs to his guest room to rest.

Liu Feng naturally knew there was no rush. Once he paid the 10,000 yuan, this comradeship was secured. As their interactions deepened, someone would naturally arrange for him to enter a higher circle. In the 1980s, it was common to do business with connections; everyone was open about it. It was a society based on personal relationships, and everyone understood that.

The hotel's general manager was one of his comrades-in-arms, and he was already quite drunk. However, he had already made arrangements for everyone, ensuring that there would be plenty of rooms available for the night.

Unbeknownst to Liu Feng, a black Mercedes had been parked in front of the pharmacy in Maojia Village for several hours. The people inside were already quite impatient. Seeing that it was getting dark, they had no choice but to head back and plan to come back the next day.

Before leaving, the other party repeatedly told the workers that if Liu Feng and Mao Chengcheng returned, they must contact them using the phone number on the business card. The workers could only nod in bewilderment as they watched the other party's luxury car slowly drive out of Maojia Village.

On the hotel lobby counter, Wang Linsheng saw that the waiters had already entered and the others had left more than ten minutes ago. He then breathed a sigh of relief, slowly opened his eyes, and got up from the ground. He had been lying down for too long, and half of his body was numb.

But at this moment, he didn't want to stay in this godforsaken place for another second, so he limped and jogged towards the hotel exit...!

Chapter Fifteen: Cooperation

The appearance of Wang Linsheng was just a minor episode in this gathering of comrades. He disgusted others and ultimately disgusted himself. From then on, his path probably became much narrower.

Liu Feng simply laughed off such petty people. Getting angry with them would only make him become like them in the end.

Those who achieve great things will encounter countless petty people like this throughout their lives; they should simply take it easy.

Of course, this is only true if such a petty person doesn't harm his basic interests. Once his bottom line is crossed, Liu Feng will not give him a second chance.

There are many ways to deal with this kind of petty person. Just dig a hole and they'll never be able to jump out.

Early the next morning, Liu Feng went back to Maojia Village first, intending to take 10,000 yuan and send it over.

As soon as he got home, he was told that a man from Gangcheng who drove a luxury car had come looking for him yesterday and left his business card. Liu Feng was a little surprised. He took the business card and saw that it belonged to a Gangcheng office in Guangzhou.

This company deals in clothing trade, which has absolutely nothing to do with its plaster business.

Liu Feng found it a little strange, but he didn't pay much attention to it. Perhaps some wealthy person had used his plaster and came to thank him. That wasn't surprising.

He took 10,000 yuan from He Xiaoping and left. In the afternoon, the two had another drink and finally returned home with flushed faces.

This reunion of comrades was well worth the trip. Among the people who drank together at noon that day was someone from the Industry and Commerce Bureau. Although private companies have not yet started operating in China, individual businesses can now be registered in Guangzhou. It is entirely possible to register these plasters under the name of an individual business and start selling them.

Moreover, veterans already have policy support and connections, making things easier for them.

The two went home, took a quick shower, and went straight to bed. Early the next morning, they heard car horns blaring downstairs. Liu Feng got up and groggily went to the balcony. Looking down, he saw two black Mercedes-Benz cars parked one after the other downstairs.

Liu Feng then remembered the business card incident. Just as he was about to go downstairs, he saw two groups of people getting out of two cars. As soon as they got out, the people in the first car started swearing, and the people in the second car were not to be outdone, so they also started swearing back.

This scene left Liu Feng, who was on the balcony, dumbfounded. "So this is how rich people of this era play?"

It turns out that the two cars belonged to two different groups of people. Judging from their shouting match, the first car must have been the one that arrived the day before yesterday, and the other party even gave them a business card.

The people in the second car learned their address through an insider on the other side, and the two groups ended up arguing because of the address of their own plaster shop.

This left Liu Feng somewhat bewildered. He turned around, said something to He Xiaoping, and then went downstairs in his slippers. Just as he came downstairs, Mao Chengcheng, having heard the news, also rushed over.

Upon seeing the person in charge arrive, a middle-aged man who got out of the first car stepped forward and spoke first.

"Hello, Mr. Liu, are you the holder of the secret formula for 'Imperial Secret Plaster'? I am Li Chenghao, the deputy manager of Gangcheng Mingzhi Group. Well, our company also has a chain of pharmacies, so we would like to purchase your plaster formula for production and sales. Please name your price. As long as the price is reasonable, we will absolutely not bargain!"

After Li Chenghao explained his purpose, Liu Feng and Mao Chengcheng exchanged a glance and immediately understood the situation.

At that moment, two middle-aged men from the second car squeezed on, their attitude even more respectful. They stepped forward and shook Liu Feng's hand, while the other shook Mao Chengcheng's hand and began to introduce themselves.

After this explanation, Liu Feng finally understood that the two had similar goals: they wanted to buy the secret recipe for the medicated plaster from Liu Feng.

Liu Feng was speechless. When did his plasters catch the eye of a company in Gangcheng?

Both sides seemed to be taking whatever price they wanted, but the other side probably thought they were just country bumpkins.

If they could really offer tens of millions or hundreds of millions, I wouldn't mind selling the secret formula myself. But I doubt they ever intended to buy it at a high price. I could tell from their eyes. They're playing mind games with me. How interesting.

After inviting the group inside, Mao Chengcheng served them tea. Once everyone was seated, Li Chenghao and the other middle-aged man looked at Liu Feng with sincere expressions, awaiting his answer.

Liu Feng smiled and tentatively asked this question.

"Actually, selling the secret formula is not a bad idea, but it depends on what price you're willing to pay. Why don't you make an offer first, and then we can discuss it further?"

Liu Feng's words delighted the two men. They exchanged a glance, and Li Chenghao spoke first.

"Mr. Liu, your secret formula is indeed excellent, but it's just a medicated plaster, and the demand isn't that high. How about I offer you 200,000 RMB?"

Upon hearing the amount of 200,000, Liu Feng remained calm, but Mao Chengcheng, standing to the side, couldn't hold back any longer. He was about to burst into a tirade when he heard the number 200,000. He felt like slapping the other person twice. Who did they think they were looking down on?

Liu Feng turned around and glared at him. Mao Chengcheng immediately understood what Liu Feng meant, snorted, and sat down to watch the show without even pouring tea for the other party.

Seeing Mao Chengcheng's attitude, the two men exchanged glances, and the middle-aged man behind them quickly stepped forward with a smile and said something.

"You think 200,000 is enough to appease a beggar? Mr. Liu, we'll offer 400,000. If you can sign a contract with us today, we're willing to add another 100,000, making it 500,000. How about it?"

Liu Feng's face remained calm, and he even seemed to want to laugh. The other person was really good at internal monologues. They had exchanged glances so many times. Did he think he was blind?

Liu Feng smiled and asked Li Chenghao.

"Mr. Li, Mr. Zhou has offered 500,000. Would you like to raise the price?"

Li Chenghao's eyes flickered for a moment, then he said with an embarrassed expression.

“Mr. Liu, although this plaster formula is very precious, I still don’t think it’s worth 500,000. In mainland China, 500,000 is an astronomical figure. I don’t think you can earn that much money in your entire life. It’s enough to buy a building. I still don’t think it’s worth that price. Although I really want it, I personally think this formula is worth at most 300,000!”

Upon hearing Li Chenghao's words, the middle-aged man opposite him snorted.

"Who says it's not worth 500,000? I think it is. Although we are from Hong Kong, we can't cheat our compatriots from the mainland, can we? Mr. Liu, I've brought the contract and the money. If you're willing, we can sign the contract right now!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man picked up a briefcase and tried to open it in front of Liu Feng. Liu Feng quickly smiled and waved his hand to signal him to stop.

He then stood up, picked up the tea that the other person hadn't drunk yet, drank it all in one gulp, his face gradually turned cold, and said in a very calm tone.

"You two should leave. Your act was quite good. Here's what we'll do: pass on a message to your master. This secret recipe is available for purchase, but I'm asking for one hundred million. Whoever pays first gets the recipe. If you can't afford it, don't come here and embarrass yourselves. Chengcheng, see them out!"

Mao Chengcheng no longer needed to see the guests off. Upon hearing the amount of 100 million, both sides stood up simultaneously, all in shock, staring at Liu Feng as if he were an idiot. This mainlander must be obsessed with money, right?

Seeing Liu Feng's attitude, the two stopped talking and the middle-aged man turned and left without even saying goodbye. Li Chenghao glanced at Liu Feng and finally said awkwardly.

“Mr. Liu, we are sincerely interested in buying this property. Our highest offer is 500,000 yuan. If you are interested, you can call the number on our business card.”

After saying that, Li Chenghao turned and left with his men. Clearly, the other party did not take Liu Feng's previous offer of 100 million seriously at all.

After the two cars drove away one after the other, Mao Chengcheng snorted, turned around and went back into the house, and said to Liu Feng.

"Company Commander, where did this idiot come from? He thinks he can buy our secret formula for 500,000? Who does he think he is?"

Liu Feng stood up helplessly, stretched, and said to Mao Chengcheng.

"Chengcheng, the secret recipe you have now is worth millions! Don't let anyone else steal it!"

Upon hearing this, Mao Chengcheng immediately tensed up. He hadn't noticed it before, but now that he thought about it carefully, it really was true. The secret formula he now knew was worth millions, at least 500,000. Mao Chengcheng was extremely nervous just thinking about it, and his expression became somewhat flustered.

When Liu Feng saw Mao Chengcheng's appearance, he burst into laughter, patted him on the shoulder, and said...

"What are you thinking? Think about how many kinds of medicinal herbs there are. Without someone teaching you step by step, do you think an ordinary person can learn them by stealing them?"

Upon hearing this, Mao Chengcheng was taken aback for a moment, then nodded with a silly smile, agreeing with what Liu Feng had said.