Chapter 85: Yang Tianchen Boards the Ship

After signing the contract, Qin Feng was in high spirits and walked out of the teahouse with a light heart. Yang Tianchen followed closely behind, a broad smile on his face—after all, as someone raised in a martial arts family, matters of making money had never been his strong suit. Now that Qin Feng was leading him in opening a shop and making profits, wasn’t this a matter of pride?

“Brother Qin, we’re going to be busy from here on out! Choosing a location, renovating, stocking up—every single detail is something we need to handle ourselves!” Yang Tianchen rubbed his hands together in excitement, as if he could already see the grand opening of Heavenly Wind Pavilion. With his connections, a few invitations would be enough to gather a crowd for the event.

Qin Feng nodded with a smile. “You’re right, Brother Chen. Let’s get started; the earlier we open, the sooner those so-called experts will see what true appraisal really is!”

They wasted no time, immediately setting out to find a location for Heavenly Wind Pavilion. After saying their goodbyes to Jiang Yuechan, the two began wandering the city. They walked through every street and alley, covering nearly the entire city, until finally a store in the very heart of Antique Street caught their eye.

The shop was a classic example of traditional architecture, with carved beams and painted rafters, exuding an ancient charm. Two imposing stone lions stood guard at the entrance, as if protecting some hidden treasure. Though the store had seen many years, its layout was square, spacious, and bright; a touch of renovation would easily restore its luster.

“This is the one!”

Qin Feng and Yang Tianchen spoke almost in unison. They exchanged a knowing smile—no words were needed.

Over the next few days, as Yang Tianchen was busy with family matters, Qin Feng called upon Jiang Yuechan to help. Of course, her help was not for nothing; Qin Feng offered her a ten percent share in the business.

The two of them worked tirelessly, contacting construction teams, designing renovation plans, purchasing materials… Everything unfolded in an orderly fashion, and the opening of Heavenly Wind Pavilion was just around the corner.

But just as the tree longs for stillness, the wind refuses to cease. While Qin Feng was painting a beautiful future for his shop, dark currents began to stir unnoticed.

“What? That brat actually dared to go into business with Yang Tianchen?”

Wang Teng hurled his wine glass to the floor, crimson liquid splattering across his clothes, though he seemed not to notice, his eyes ablaze with fury. Ever since Qin Feng had hung up on him, Wang Teng had harbored a grudge. He’d sent people to investigate Qin Feng’s background and was greatly shocked by what they discovered.

This seemingly ordinary pauper actually possessed real skill—not only had he made a dazzling impression at the Stone Gambling Conference, he’d even won Yang Tianchen’s admiration.

The more Wang Teng thought about it, the angrier he became. He had always been a favored child of fortune, used to getting whatever he wanted. When had he ever swallowed such humiliation?

He swore to make Qin Feng pay, to teach him the consequences of crossing the wrong man!

Just as Wang Teng was struggling to find an opportunity for revenge, the news of Qin Feng and Yang Tianchen partnering up to open a shop gave him an idea. A sinister smile crept across his face.

“So you want to challenge me? You’re still too green! I’ll make sure you can’t even open your shop!”

He immediately called together his gang of cronies to plot how best to teach Qin Feng a lesson.

Night fell and neon lights flickered on, but Antique Street was especially quiet. Alone, Qin Feng arrived at the shop. He liked to come here late at night, quietly soaking in the atmosphere.

Suddenly, the silence was shattered by hurried footsteps. From the darkness, a group of thugs charged out, surrounding Qin Feng.

“Who are you people? What do you want?” Qin Feng’s face was calm, his voice icy, showing not a trace of fear.

The leader, a yellow-haired punk, had his oily hair gleaming under the dim streetlight, resembling a weasel on the hunt. A cigarette dangled from his lips, smoke curling around his face, his narrow eyes scanning Qin Feng with contempt and a sneer twitching at the corner of his mouth.

“Kid, if you know what’s good for you, get lost. This isn’t a place you can mess around!”

“Wang Teng sent you?” Qin Feng ignored his bluster, speaking as casually as if asking about the weather.

“Well, look who’s got brains,” sneered a burly man with a face full of scars, flexing his thick arms menacingly. “Since you know it’s Brother Teng, why aren’t you running yet? Or do you want us to get rough?”

Qin Feng glanced at this ragtag bunch, a trace of disdain flickering in his eyes. Were these fools really going to try and intimidate him?

He spoke coolly. “Go back and tell Wang Teng to come himself. You lot aren’t even qualified.”

“You little punk, you’ve got a death wish!” The yellow-haired thug laughed arrogantly. “Boys, smash the place! I’ll take the heat if anything happens!”

At his command, the gang lunged forward, swinging their clubs and rushing towards the shop. Instantly, the quiet street erupted with shouting, the crash of sticks on wood, the shattering of glass—an uproar that pierced the night.

“A bunch of ants.”

Qin Feng let out a cold snort. His figure blurred like a phantom, weaving through the crowd. His attacks were ruthless and precise, every move striking vital points, giving the thugs no chance to react. Cries of pain rang out in rapid succession. The gang that had swaggered in moments before now lay groaning on the ground, clutching their bellies and faces, until only the yellow-haired leader remained standing—though his face was deathly pale and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

“Don’t… don’t come any closer…” The yellow-haired thug watched as Qin Feng drew near, his voice quivering with terror. He never could have imagined that this seemingly frail young man could be so formidable!

“Go back and tell Wang Teng,” Qin Feng said, grabbing the thug by the collar, his tone icy as a blade. “Tell him to wash his neck and wait—I’ll come for him soon enough!”

With that, he flung the yellow-haired man aside, sending him sprawling to the ground.

As he watched the thugs flee in terror, a cold glint flashed in Qin Feng’s eyes. Wang Teng, this is just the beginning. We’ll see who has the last word.

After dealing with the lackeys, Qin Feng surveyed the mess in the shop, his brow furrowing. The main door was in splinters, the shelves toppled over—thankfully, there were no antiques inside yet, or the losses would have been disastrous.

“I’ll need to beef up security,” Qin Feng thought to himself. This incident was a wake-up call; he had no intention of playing cat and mouse with these flies every day.

Just then, a red Ferrari roared to a stop outside the shop. The door opened, and a tall, striking woman stepped out, dressed in a provocative outfit. She wore sunglasses that concealed most of her face, but the glimpse of red lips and a pointed chin revealed a stunning beauty.

“So you’re Qin Feng?” She removed her sunglasses, revealing a face of exquisite perfection. Her fox-like eyes glinted with allure as she coolly sized him up.