In the eyes of many, the Lin Family might appear as a hot commodity, but to Wang Qian, the Lin Family was just so-so.
Give him respect and call him a master, but if you truly offend him and refuse to give the Lin Family face, what can they do about it?
Compared to the Crown Prince, Wang Qian clearly understood which side his bread was buttered.
Li Feng chuckled lightly.
"I really want to see what tricks Lin Wanzhou can co up with."
"Hey, in front of Young Master Feng, the Lin Family is just a clown jumping about..." said Wang Qian, buttering him up.
"Young Master Feng, Boss Qian, it seems we are being watched."
At this mont, the driver spoke to Li Feng and Wang Qian in the back seat through the intercom in the car.
Wang Qian frowned and turned to look outside.
"Fuck, who is so blind as to seek death?"
At an intersection, their extended Lincoln was forced to slow down as a large rcedes blocked the way ahead, and cars also gathered around from the left and right, hemming them in.
"Stop the car."
Li Feng glanced outside the window and commanded the driver to stop. As the Lincoln ca to a halt, the black rcedes surrounding them also stopped.
"I really want to see who’s so blind to ss with the boss," Wang Qian cursed.
Pushing open the car door, Li Feng also got out.
On the several cars surrounding the extended Lincoln, n in black suits also erged.
"Fuck, who do you work for? State your na directly."
A trained-looking young man in his twenties, with a calm expression, walked out from the group of n in black suits and directly approached Wang Qian.
"Boss Qian, please don’t misunderstand. I’m not here to start trouble, but my master wishes to et Young Master Feng. Unfortunately, my master doesn’t have Young Master Feng’s contact, so I had to co in person to invite Young Master Feng. If there’s any inconvenience caused, I hope Young Master Feng and Boss Qian can forgive us."
Wang Qian looked at the young fresh at and scoffed coldly.
"Your master has quite the style, stopping us on the road to invite our Young Master Feng. I’d like to hear who your master is!"
The young fresh at gave a slight smile: "My master is Xiao Mingyue."
Upon hearing the three words "Xiao Mingyue," Wang Qian involuntarily swallowed back his words. Xiao Mingyue, the Empress of Sea City.
This woman stood out uniquely in Sea City. Everyone had to give her so face—no way around it, given her untouchable background.
Wang Qian turned his head to look at Li Feng. Xiao Mingyue inviting Feng, this wasn’t sothing he could decide.
"Xiao Mingyue wants to see ."
Li Feng was also a bit surprised. He had t Xiao Mingyue a few tis but didn’t have much of a relationship with her. After all, they hadn’t interfered with each other’s business, so he didn’t expect her to suddenly send soone to invite him.
"Young Master Feng, could this be related to the Longevity Tao Sect?" Wang Qian whispered in Li Feng’s ear.
"Hmm?"
Wang Qian imdiately said, "It’s said that Xiao Mingyue is the personal disciple of Lin Heavenly Master. Whether this information is true or not is unknown, but rumors don’t co from nowhere. It wouldn’t be weird if Xiao Mingyue had so dealings with the Longevity Sect."
Li Feng’s mind raced. Did Xiao Mingyue, the Empress of Sea City, achieve her position today just by riding on her family’s coattails?
Not necessarily. Family influence is useful, but if you’re a waste and a spendthrift, even with a sky-high background, you’re dood not to make it big. The impression Xiao Mingyue gave him was of being a sharp and capable woman, cunning as a fox.
"This could very well be a trap, Young Master Feng. How about we reschedule?" Wang Qian hesitated before speaking.
Just going like this was too passive; if they were really going to et, it would be king versus king, not like now, with the air of a forced alliance.
Li Feng patted Wang Qian’s shoulder and grinned.
"I’m not afraid of her, a re woman."
Li Feng then, looking toward the young fresh at, said, "Lead the way."
The young fresh at bowed.
"Clearing the way for Young Master Feng."
Li Feng turned and climbed back into the Lincoln, Wang Qian following behind. The vehicles that had previously hemd them in now escorted them, showing quite a spectacle on the road.
Bright Moon Building.
A high-end private club. The young fresh at got out of the car first and opened the door of the Lincoln for Li Feng.
"Young Master Feng, please."
Li Feng hmmd, raising his eyes to look at the Bright Moon Building bathed in light, its na shining brilliantly as he walked up the steps into the club.
Wang Qian followed beside Li Feng, whispering softly, "Young Master Feng, this Bright Moon Building is that Empress’ Red Palace. It’s very famous in Sea City and unlike other clubs, Bright Moon Building only accepts guests invited by Xiao Mingyue."
As soon as they entered.
Several young masters waiting in the lobby spotted Li Feng and nudged their companions.
"What’s up?"
Ma Lin looked toward Liu De, who gestured toward the lobby with his mouth, catching the attention of the other young masters.
"Holy shit, isn’t that what’s-his-na!"
"Why is he here too?"
"Isn’t that obvious? Young Master Yang has allied with Young Master Lin to retake Century Group. Young Master Lin called us here for this, having him co is only to be expected."
Liu De chuckled to himself.
The others nodded as well; they were all sons of minor shareholders of Century Group. They had encountered Li Feng at a board eting before.
They initially thought Li Feng was just a lucky gigolo, but in the end, he really did make it to the position of Chairman of Century Group.
"Ma Lin, where you going?"
"Hmph, it’s truly a narrow road for enemies. Of course, I have to say hello," Ma Lin stood up and walked towards Li Feng. Liu De and the others exchanged glances and followed.
The two groups t directly in the middle of the Bright Moon Building lobby.
"Li, do you still rember ?" Ma Lin stood with his hands in his pockets, looking coldly at this ladder-climbing fellow. This guy’s rise had caused unease throughout Century Group. Ma Lin had been quite comfortable before, but then Li Feng initiated a review, and Ma Lin had suffered quite a bit to cover his losses.
"Rember, Director Ma’s grandson, what was your na..."
Ma Lin’s face darkened.
"My na is Ma Lin, rember it well," Ma Lin glared coldly at Li Feng, "Don’t think just because you’re now the Chairman of Century Group that you can be so arrogant. Whether Century Group ends up with Chen or Li as its surna isn’t certain yet!"
"Do you know who you’re talking to?"
Wang Qian stepped forward, grabbing the finger Ma Lin had pointed over.
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