Chapter 19: You Saved Me Twice!

Chu Feng saw through Wang Ming’s thoughts and pulled an investment contract for ten million from his coat.

"Actually, I came here today because I also hope to collaborate with you, President Wang," Chu Feng said with a smile.

Wang Ming stood up, reaching out to take it, but Chu Feng pulled it back just in time. "If I invest in you, your rivals will become mine as well, yet it seems President Wang does not intend to share those matters with me." Chu Feng tapped the contract. "This is my sincerity. What about yours?"

Wang Ming realized that was indeed the case. If he partnered with Chu Feng, Chu Feng would likely become a target for Zhang Fuqiang. It was precisely for this reason that Wang Ming had never been able to find a suitable ally. Now that his company’s capital chain was strained and he was forced to juggle multiple roles, things were dire. If this continued, the entire company would collapse. That ten million was a lifeline.

Wang Ming clenched his fists. "Fine! I have only heard rumors, but since there is no one else here, I will share them with you! I suspect there are many dark secrets behind the fall of the Sun family and the rise of Zhang Fuqiang. And the bizarre illness and passing of Sun Jin are even more suspicious!"

Chu Feng narrowed his eyes. "Are you implying that Sun Jin was likely... by Zhang Fuqiang?"

"I have no evidence, and I said nothing," Wang Ming smiled.

"I heard nothing either," Chu Feng raised his wine glass. The two exchanged a look and drained their glasses simultaneously. The unspoken understanding between adults is sometimes just that inexplicable.

As he was leaving, Chu Feng looked at the car parked by the entrance. "The security guard mentioned some hoodlums came to your company to cause trouble this morning?"

"Just some bottom-tier thugs. I called the police, and they left once they realized the situation," Wang Ming sighed.

Chu Feng thought for a moment. "You had better check the areas where they caused a scene, such as the car or the surveillance cameras."

"You mean, these people might have..." Wang Ming’s realization dawned on him.

"One must always be prepared against harm."

Chu Feng suggested this because he remembered Wang Ming’s tragic death in his past life. Wang Ming had been a seasoned driver of twenty years. News reports stated that in the surveillance footage, Wang Ming’s car hadn't braked at a red light but had instead accelerated, leading to the disaster. While in prison, a mechanic had once mentioned that the vehicle might have been tampered with.

Although Chu Feng had no proof, he had now invested ten million in Wang Ming, and his own dividends would depend on Wang Ming’s survival. Wang Ming nodded immediately. After bidding Chu Feng farewell, he drove to the company and summoned an employee who understood mechanics. The employee laid a cardboard sheet on the ground and inspected the undercarriage.

"President Wang, the brake fluid is leaking. It’s a small puncture, but at a critical moment, it could have caused a catastrophe!"

"I understand." Wang Ming clenched his fists, his eyes burning with rage. "Zhang Fuqiang is nothing but a base thug!" At the same time, he felt a secret sense of relief. This young man, Chu Feng, had saved him twice—first with the corporate funding, and second with his life.

...

After leaving Ruihua Technology, Chu Feng had the driver sent by Wang Ming drop him off at a paid parking lot. Just as he stepped out, he received a call from Wang Ming.

"Brother Chu, you were right on the mark," Wang Ming sounded agitated on the other end.

Chu Feng lit a cigarette and closed the car door. "It’s good that you found it early. We have a long-term partnership ahead, after all! I wouldn't want my partner to be taken out by his enemies just like that."

"Damn!" Wang Ming laughed and cursed. "That lunch was too shabby. Come over to my house in a few days; I’ll have your sister-in-law whip up some dishes. If you have a girlfriend, bring her along too!"

"A girlfriend?" Chu Feng pondered. He didn't actually have a legitimate girlfriend. Zhang Yanran was basically impossible; she had always treated him like a doormat. Although her attitude had softened recently, it probably wouldn't last once she recovered. Shi Wenjing was a fleeting encounter; they rarely messaged each other after moving out of their shared rentals. While Chu Feng was confident she wouldn't refuse if he asked her to meet at a hourly-rate hotel, she was, in the end, a woman with her own family burdens. Li Xueli was even more impossible; she was Zhang Fuqiang’s wife, and their current relationship was purely transactional. She might be dependent on him for now, but if he ever deleted that video, she would likely turn on him in an instant. It seemed he was surrounded by a group of wicked women.

"No girlfriend yet, but for a man... building a career is the priority," Chu Feng laughed.

"Fine, fine. Your sister-in-law is a university teacher; I'll have her introduce you to someone later! I have to get back to work!"

"Alright." Chu Feng hung up. He noticed an antique market nearby and realized he wasn't far from Ma Long’s jewelry store. He thought it might be a good idea to legitimize the rest of his funds.

"Boss, this jar looks quite authentic," Chu Feng crouched down, examining a bronze tripod.

The owner, a middle-aged man with a medicinal patch on his forehead, was puffing on an old-fashioned pipe while squatting by his stall. Seeing that Chu Feng was very young, he felt a surge of joy—a customer had arrived. He said intentionally, "This was dug up from the ground. If you like it, it’ll be this much." He held up two fingers.

"Two dollars?" Chu Feng looked at the rust on the bronze tripod and smiled.

The owner slapped his thigh and struck a pose everyone understood. "Hey! Don't joke with me! Twenty thousand!"

"Which period is it from?"

"Shang and Zhou," the owner said mysteriously.

Chu Feng laughed. "Shang and Zhou? I think you mean last week!"

The owner grew annoyed. "Are you here from a competitor to ruin my business?"

"One thousand yuan for everything on your stall. I’ll take it all," Chu Feng said.

"This..." The owner was stunned. He thought, *This kid clearly knows everything here is a fake—and a very obvious one at that—so why does he want to buy it all?*

Seeing the owner hesitate, Chu Feng stood up and brushed the dust off his clothes. "I just finished decorating my house and want a few items for display. Since you won't sell, I'll go look elsewhere." After all, there were plenty of stalls on the antique street.

The owner panicked. He figured that even at one thousand, he would still make a profit, and he could just make another trip to the workshop to stock up. "I'll pack it up for you!" He pulled out a snake-skin bag and stuffed all the items from the stall into it.

Chu Feng took out his phone. "Brother Ma, are you at the shop?"

"Oh, Brother Chu! Do you have some good treasures for me again?"

"Nothing much. I’m just bored and came to ask for a cup of tea," Chu Feng smiled.