Chapter Fifty-Two: Riverbank
Even before the factory was operational, it had already secured two major orders.
“Impressive—at this rate, we’ll recoup our investment within a year!”
At that moment, Qin Feng had to admit that Fatty’s judgment was razor-sharp. When Wang Bo first proposed building the factory, Qin Feng hadn’t taken it seriously. Only now did he realize Fatty had kept an ace up his sleeve; with this, the factory’s prospects looked exceedingly optimistic. At the very least, it was far more stable than the previous hit-and-run business deals.
By dusk, Qin Feng finally extricated himself from his obligations. He hurried back to the villa, changed clothes, and then drove to the company. After all, he was now collaborating with Baiyun Group. Though his role was merely that of a consultant, many matters still required his personal attention.
Upon arrival, Qin Feng threw himself into work. Since the partnership was mutually beneficial, Qin Feng had to consider not only sales but, more critically, product quality. On that point, he would tolerate no flaws.
Fortunately, the factory was his exclusive distributor, and he had confidence in his own designs.
After laboring for hours, Qin Feng finally finished his tasks.
“Phew. There’s nothing stirring on the Liu family’s side for now. I just don’t know if the Wen family will come looking for trouble over Wen Bin’s incident.”
To be honest, he might have been intimidated before, but now—if they dare to come, let’s see if they can leave Jianghai alive.
...
Meanwhile, in the Wen family home in the capital.
“Dad, my brother was killed by that bastard—shouldn’t we take revenge?!”
Wen Hao’s eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the middle-aged man seated at the head of the table.
Wen Hao’s father, Wen Dongsheng, sat beside his wife, Zhou Lanying. Unlike her usual gentle and elegant demeanor, she now glared at Wen Dongsheng with a vicious expression, seemingly ready to bite him.
“Smack!”
Suddenly, Wen Dongsheng slapped him fiercely, cursing in anger: “Shut up! Both of you, get out!”
Wen Hao, nursing his burning cheek after being slapped, gritted his teeth and stared at his father. “Hmph! I’m not leaving!”
“Get out!” Wen Dongsheng barked.
Wen Hao shot him a venomous glare and turned to leave.
Zhou Lanying immediately followed.
Once they were gone, Wen Dongsheng took a deep breath, calming the raging fire in his chest. After a moment’s silence, he took out his phone and dialed a number.
“Hello, Old Master, what’s the word from the Bai family?”
A voice, aged yet powerful, came from the other end.
“This matter is troublesome. The Bai family doesn’t know their place, daring to offend the Wen family’s authority. I cannot intervene directly. Send Wen Wu over—make sure that brat is dealt with. Otherwise, people will think they can trample the Wen family without consequence.”
Wen Dongsheng frowned, pondered briefly, then replied, “I’ll send someone to Jianghai City right away.”
After hanging up, a cold glint flashed across Wen Dongsheng’s face. He muttered, “Bai, since you insist on being stubborn, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”
He then picked up the desk phone and dialed another number.
Soon, a sharply dressed young man entered.
“Uncle, you called for me?” The young man bowed respectfully.
Wen Dongsheng nodded lightly. “Wen Wu, I’m entrusting this matter to you. Make sure it’s handled properly—don’t let anything go awry.”
“Yes, Uncle. I’ll complete the task perfectly,” Wen Wu replied.
“Good, go ahead.”
After Wen Wu left, Wen Dongsheng took out a cigar and smoked slowly, his eyes narrowed in thought.
After a long while, he suddenly extinguished the cigar and murmured, “It seems this thorn must be removed ahead of schedule.”
...
The next morning, Qin Feng had just risen from bed, ready to wash up and eat breakfast, when he received a phone call from an unknown number.
“Hm?”
He hesitated a moment, then pressed the answer button.
“Hello, who is this?”
A mocking voice responded, “Qin Feng, meet me at Jianghai Beach at eight tonight.”
The call was cut off immediately, leaving Qin Feng no chance to reply.
“Freak,” he muttered, shaking his head as he got dressed.
After breakfast, Qin Feng spent some time reviewing company documents. Just as he was about to head out, his phone vibrated in his pocket.
Opening it, he found a photograph displayed on the screen.
“Damn it! These people are courting death!”
The person in the photo was Lin Wanting, bound to a chair. Recalling the caller’s words, if he didn’t show up at eight tonight, Lin Wanting would be dumped in a trash bin the following morning.
“Good. Very good. You’ve thoroughly enraged me!”
Qin Feng’s face darkened as he glanced at the screen, then pocketed his phone and left for the company.
...
Jianghai Beach was the city’s most bustling and lively district, attracting hundreds, sometimes thousands, of tourists daily.
At that moment, in a corner of the beach, five or six men surrounded Lin Wanting, each of them glaring at her menacingly, showing not a shred of compassion.
Lin Wanting pressed her lips tightly together, her pretty face pale as paper, her delicate body trembling.
A burly man with a lecherous grin sneered, “Hey beauty, the nights are long and we can’t sleep—why don’t you keep us company? Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you enjoy yourself.”
As he spoke, the brute reached out to grab her.
“Please, don’t touch me!” Lin Wanting cried out in panic.
“Stupid woman!” A yellow-haired youth sneered, kicking Lin Wanting’s phone away.
The phone smashed against the wall, breaking into pieces.
“You bastards!” Lin Wanting yelled, pointing at the yellow-haired man.
He laughed wickedly, “Bastards? Listen, slut, if you don’t cooperate, I’ll strip you naked right here!”
At his threat, Lin Wanting shrank back, her face turning even paler.
The yellow-haired youth, excited by her fear, licked his dry lips and smirked, “So, beauty, have you thought it over? As long as you agree to spend one night with me, I’ll guarantee your safety, how about it?”
“In your dreams!” Lin Wanting retorted stubbornly.
“Oh, feisty, aren’t you? Then don’t blame us for being rough!”
With a wicked grin, the yellow-haired man signaled to three other youths, and together they closed in on Lin Wanting.
Suddenly, a cold voice rang out from outside.