Chapter 7: Going All In Is a Form of Wisdom!

“Go all in?”

Shi Wenjing covered her chest with the blanket, her face full of shock as she looked at Chu Feng.

“Yes, go all in,” Chu Feng said, holding Shi Wenjing close. “There’s a street near Yanbei University lined with hotels, about ten units in total.”

Chu Feng was quite familiar with the area around Yanbei University.

In his previous life, while in prison, he often paid attention to news about this place.

For Chu Feng, the only time he truly felt alive during his daily prison routine was the thirty minutes at noon when he ate lunch.

Because at noon, he could watch the news while eating.

And it was always the midday news on the national channel, which summarized the day's headlines.

That hotel street near Yanbei had a notorious reputation.

Many students secretly indulged in forbidden pleasures there.

Worse still, the street had formed an entire underground industry chain.

There were illegal clinics offering abortions, and half-price room rates for students with ID cards.

During the second half of Chu Feng’s freshman year, a tragedy happened at one such illegal clinic: a third-year female student, seeking a cheap operation costing only 300 yuan, suffered massive bleeding and died.

The entire street was held accountable after that incident.

Now, the hotel street was at its lowest property prices.

Students stopped staying in those hotels, and many unlicensed establishments were shut down.

But nobody knew that in just three months, the area would be slated for demolition.

Because the country’s largest commercial plaza, Wanda Plaza, was about to be established there again!

As a result, property values on that hotel street would increase eightfold within three months!

Shi Wenjing furrowed her delicate brows. “Fourteen million yuan—that’s 200,000 yuan per unit for an 80-square-meter apartment. So, with fourteen million, you could buy… seventy units?”

“If you help me close the deal, my budget is exactly seventy units. If you’re skilled, anything extra you earn is yours!” Chu Feng lifted Shi Wenjing’s chin with a smile.

Shi Wenjing’s heart began to race.

Her usual commission from selling a car ranged from a few hundred to a few thousand yuan.

Even if Chu Feng bought that Gutes car, her commission would only be around 15,000 yuan.

But if she could help Chu Feng seal this property deal and negotiate well, she might earn enough commission to afford an entire apartment!

At least 200,000 yuan as a down payment!

The thought made her heart bloom with joy.

“Chu Feng!” Shi Wenjing suddenly wrapped her arms around his.

“Hm?”

“How about this—I divorce my husband and be with you from now on?” Shi Wenjing’s eyes sparkled brightly, but the only stars in them were those of money.

Chu Feng hurriedly pushed her away. “A gentleman doesn’t take what’s not freely given.”

“A gentleman?” Shi Wenjing scoffed. “You? You’re just a Cao Ah Man pretending to be Liu Xuande!”

She rubbed her aching waist. “You don’t know the slightest thing about cherishing a woman! You little punk!”

Chu Feng glanced at the time; it was about time to leave. “You said you’re in debt. How much?”

Shi Wenjing sighed. “Over a million. When my husband was courting me, he drove a luxury car every day to pick me up and drop me off, and gave me branded bags and jewelry every month. Guess what?”

“Hm?”

“Turns out all that money he used to show off was borrowed! Even the 388,000 yuan he gave to my family was from a high-interest loan! All the debts have to be paid off together after we got married!” Shi Wenjing said angrily.

Chu Feng buttoned his shirt and started putting on his pants. “Basically, he freeloaded. That’s quite the trick!”

“I wanted to divorce him, but he threatened me, saying if I dared to, he wouldn’t spare me or my parents!” Shi Wenjing was filled with resentment.

Chu Feng found it amusing. If Shi Wenjing hadn’t been greedy before marriage, she wouldn’t have fallen into this trap.

But he kept his thoughts to himself; after all, this woman was still useful.

Thinking carefully, since his rebirth, he’d only been surrounded by troublesome women.

There was Li Xueli who latched onto rich men, Zhang Yanran who loved playing the field, and now this greedy Shi Wenjing.

Was it because he’d been in prison in his past life that he couldn’t find a good woman this time?

“True love is worthless; making money is more practical!” Chu Feng dismissed his complaints.

…

The next morning, after leaving the hotel, Chu Feng felt refreshed.

“As expected, the esoteric Buddhist ‘Joyful Meditation’ requires two people to practice; it can’t be done alone.”

He felt a warm sensation in his lower abdomen.

It was as if a small sun was radiating inside him, filling him with energy.

But at the same time, Chu Feng noticed a problem—he was very hungry.

His stomach kept protesting.

Nearby, the sounds of a bustling breakfast shop reached his ears.

Chu Feng recalled his freshman year days.

He used to come to this breakfast shop almost every day, often bringing breakfast to Zhang Yanran.

She liked pan-fried dumplings and a small bowl of “Big Feast Soup.”

Right, the soup without chili or coriander, with extra vinegar.

“I was such a fool back then, lowering my own dignity to the dust,” Chu Feng chuckled to himself.

At the shop, the owner immediately recognized him.

“Huh? Aren’t you a Yanbei University student? Not going home for summer break?”

“I’m working part-time near school! Boss, I’ll have a basket of steamed buns and a bowl of wonton soup,” Chu Feng smiled.

The owner’s recognition showed how deeply he’d impressed people by coming here daily with large packages before.

He quickly finished the meal.

He thought it would last him the whole morning, but as he was about to leave, his hunger persisted!

“What’s going on? Could it be because last night’s battle was too intense?” Chu Feng wondered.

After all, his usual appetite wasn’t this big.

“Auntie, two more baskets of buns, please.”

The owner thought he was packing them to go and wrapped them up carefully. Chu Feng finished those buns as well.

“Three more baskets,” he said, still feeling unsatisfied.

The owner was dumbfounded and a bit worried. She feared Chu Feng might be stress-eating due to some trouble.

She didn’t want him to collapse at her shop’s door; after all, she still had a business to run.

Realizing he was drawing too much attention, Chu Feng ordered five baskets to take away, then ate them while walking.

After finishing, he finally felt somewhat full.

“Looks like this must be a side effect of the ‘Joyful Meditation’! Why didn’t I notice it in prison?” Chu Feng puzzled, then quickly realized.

This meditation requires cooperation between a man and a woman. The prison was full of rough men.

They’d be thrilled to find even a female cockroach.

Even a passing sow would be considered charming.

So where could he have practiced ‘Joyful Meditation’ there?

At that moment, his phone rang.

It was Zhang Yanran.

“Chu Feng? Where are you?!”

Chu Feng’s lips twitched. Zhang Yanran had finally taken the bait, and his revenge plan was about to begin!

“Yanran, didn’t we agree on tonight?” he said in a humble tone.

“8:30 p.m., and I’m only giving you ten minutes. If you don’t come, don’t bother calling me again!” She hung up sharply.

“You little brat, just wait and see how I play you all!” Chu Feng’s eyes gleamed with intense vengeance.