"You little brat! How did you get in here?"
Wang Qin was angry as soon as she saw Feng Lin.
"I served a few years in the military, your security couldn't stop me." Feng Lin approached, staring at Wang Qin, "I'll give you the three billion order, so stop harming your daughter."
"Ha! Are you trying to make me laugh? It's three billion, not three hundred! Who the hell do you think you are?"
Wang Qin couldn't be bothered to talk more with Feng Lin.
If he had that kind of ability, would he still look like this?
"Feng Lin, have you been poisoned by idol dramas? Do you think a three billion order is a trifle?"
Xu Chuan sat there, puffing on his cigarette, "You could spend eight thousand a day, and it would take you a hundred years to spend three billion."
Feng Lin shook his head slightly, "I can't say it's a trifle, that sounds too arrogant, let's call it a moderate matter."
"Cough cough…"
Xu Chuan, who was smoking, suddenly choked and started coughing violently.
Wang Qin said with an indifferent face, "Fine! Feng Lin, I'll take your word for it. If you can bring us a three billion order, I'll stay out of your business!"
"Do you agree?"
Feng Lin then looked at Xu Chuan.
"Agreed! As long as we get the order, we don't care about the Song Family either."
Xu Chuan nodded his head, a three billion order could provide an opportunity for growth, and future profits might even double.
As Xu Corporation grows larger, the Song Family would have to pay a heavy price to deal with them.
As long as the Song Family isn't foolish, they certainly wouldn't provoke them just for the second-generation rich kid Song Keming.
"Good! It's settled then!"
After Feng Lin finished speaking, he turned and left.
"Stop right there!" Wang Qin called out from behind, "You're not setting a deadline? Do you expect us to wait for you for a hundred years?"
Feng Lin raised two fingers, speaking indifferently, "Two days."
"Fine! If we haven't received the order by this time the day after tomorrow, you'd better stay away from my daughter!"
Wang Qin sat back on the couch, watching Feng Lin coldly.
"Feng Lin, I'll walk you out!"
Xu Ruoying got up and walked towards Feng Lin.
The two bodyguards standing behind her were about to take action but were stopped by Xu Chuan, "Xiao Ying, you can see him out, but you can't follow him!"
"Hmph!"
Xu Ruoying snorted coldly and took Feng Lin's hand to leave.
Once outside the villa, she puffed up her cheeks and asked, "Did you do that on purpose?"
Feng Lin was puzzled, "What do you mean?"
"You know you can't secure a three billion order, so you deliberately agreed, planning to run away, right?"
Xu Ruoying hit Feng Lin's arm, somewhat unhappily.
In her eyes, Feng Lin couldn't possibly complete this task.
How could a broke guy with not even a hundred yuan on him secure three billion?
"Right, give me your mobile number so when I get the order, they can call you."
Feng Lin took out his black mobile phone.
"You really are confident, huh?"
Although Xu Ruoying said this, she still took out her phone and exchanged numbers with Feng Lin.
"Nonsense, I always keep my promises. Remember to tell me the intel later."
Feng Lin waved at Xu Ruoying and left the Xu residence.
Walking away from the Xu residence alone, Feng Lin took the same route as before.
Following the small river, he left the eastern district.
He kept flipping through his phone, wondering whom to call.
He didn't want to owe a favor to people he wasn't familiar with.
If they were too familiar, letting them know his whereabouts might lead to them blocking his front door by tomorrow morning.
"Mr. Feng Lin!"
As he pondered, a middle-aged man approached briskly from afar.
Feng Lin raised his head, and it was Zhou Tian he had met in the morning.
"What are you still doing here?" Feng Lin frowned slightly.
"Hehe, morning and evening, I come here for a walk to exercise."
Zhou Tian lied with this statement.
In fact, he usually only came here for exercise in the morning. The reason he was here now was because he was taking a chance to see if he could run into Feng Lin again.
This was a truly eminent person, simply knowing the name was not enough.
He needed to have contact information at least.
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"It seems that the gentleman has something on his mind."
Zhou Tian, who had been worried about not finding an opportunity to chat with Feng Lin, took the initiative to strike up a conversation.
"It's nothing serious, just a temporary lack of funds."
Feng Lin nonchalantly waved his hand and continued sorting through the multitude of phone numbers on his phone, picking out contacts.
"Someone of your stature is short of money?"
Zhou Tian looked surprised; after all, someone like Feng Lin shouldn't need to worry about finances anymore.
Whatever he needed would be delivered to him with just a word.
"You don't understand."
Feng Lin said irritably and turned to leave.
"Sir, I understand!"
Zhou Tian smiled and followed him, like a persistent shadow.
People like Feng Lin must have a crowd clambering to offer help, and yet, he would end up owing them a favor.
Such figures despise being indebted to others.
"How much do you need? Forget making calls, I can give it to you directly—how convenient is that?"
Zhou Tian blocked Feng Lin's path and spoke earnestly, "All I ask is for you to share a meal with me and offer some advice."
Feng Lin pocketed his phone and observed Zhou Tian attentively, "I need an order worth three billion."
"An order? For whom?" Zhou Tian inquired.
Feng Lin pointed in the direction he had come from, "The Xu Family."
"Agreed! I'll take it. The Xu Family is a substantial enterprise; giving them the order might even save money."
Zhou Tian nodded in agreement; three billion was not much for the Zhou Family, one of the four major families.
Moreover, befriending someone like Feng Lin would be worth it, even at thirty billion, let alone three.
"Are you sure?" Feng Lin asked.
"Not to hide anything from you, sir, our Zhou Family has some influence in Jiang City. I'm willing to give you three billion for nothing, let alone an order."
Zhou Tian's expression was very respectful as he continued, "If you don't believe me, I can have them contact the Xu Family right now."
"Tomorrow is not too late; let me give you some pointers first."
Feng Lin stopped Zhou Tian; he disliked owing others, so since Zhou Tian chose to help, it was only right to do something for him in return.
"Sure!"
Zhou Tian was ecstatic.
"Let's do it here; I've already eaten."
Feng Lin then grabbed Zhou Tian's wrist, feeling it carefully, "Truth be told, your injury isn't easy to heal; it will take at least half a month, which is too much trouble for me."
"Only half a month?"
Zhou Tian couldn't believe it. His hidden injury flared up with every rainfall or drop in temperature—like needles piercing deep into his bones.
He had suffered for twenty years, searching high and low for renowned doctors who couldn't even diagnose it, much less cure it.
And here was someone claiming it could be fixed in half a month?
"Does it hurt now?" Feng Lin pressed against Zhou Tian's waist.
"Sir, the temperature is fine today, my injury acts up especially when it rains, or when—hiss!"
Zhou Tian was mid-sentence when he sharply inhaled.
It was the familiar sensation.
No wonder he was regarded as an expert; he precisely located the hidden injury and even triggered the pain.
Boom!
Suddenly, Feng Lin exerted force, and Zhou Tian's body shook, sent flying backward.
Zhou Tian crashed to the ground hard, but far from being angry, he was excited, shaking his left waist, "Incredible! There's a power flowing through this area now!"
He knew the injured region felt like dead flesh, unreachable by his dark energy.
But one hit from Feng Lin, and he could direct dark energy there.
"Leave your contact information; I'll call you tomorrow, same place."
Feng Lin spoke casually.
"Yes!"
Zhou Tian now held Feng Lin in immense respect.
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Meanwhile, Tang Qianqian was riding her electric scooter home.
The day's events had left her fuming. If she saw him again, she would bite that bastard to death.
"Mom! I have something to ask you!"
After parking her scooter, Tang Qianqian saw Tang Hong taking out the garbage.
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