"Should we take measures against Little Broken Station?"
Huizi frowned, looking at Lin Feng behind his desk as she probed.
Lin Feng looked up at her and chuckled.
"Of course! I don’t bother anyone who doesn’t bother me, but Little Broken Station has provoked us again and again. If we don’t teach them a lesson, are we supposed to just take it?"
’Am I, Lin Feng, the kind of person who would just take it?’
This time, if he didn’t make Little Broken Station bleed, he’d renounce his own name.
For no apparent reason, Huizi shivered as she looked at Lin Feng.
Every time Lin Feng gave off this feeling, it meant someone was about to have a very bad day.
As for this time, it was obvious who that was going to be.
「Two days later.」
The case Douhu had filed against Little Broken Station was finally going to court.
The case had been dragging on from when Chen Guoqiao was still the president of Little Broken Station all the way until now, with Bao An as president, before it was officially brought to trial.
Bao An had somehow found out that Lin Feng had hired a top-tier domestic lawyer, and he instantly panicked.
After much deliberation, he spent the days before the trial trying every possible way to meet with Lin Feng.
As the date drew nearer, Bao An grew more and more frantic. It wasn’t until the day before the trial that he finally managed to see Lin Feng.
Bao An had booked out the entire top restaurant in the city.
When Lin Feng arrived, he was puzzled. It was clearly the city’s most bustling restaurant, yet apart from the staff, there wasn’t a single customer in sight.
Not until Bao An told him, as if seeking praise, that this was his doing.
Lin Feng was left speechless. ’Is this trait hereditary among the bosses of Little Broken Station?’
’Are they all addicted to booking out entire venues?’
’Or do they just have too much money burning a hole in their pockets? Are they so afraid people don’t know they’re rich that they have to go looking for trouble, just to prove it?’
At this point, Lin Feng was almost certain.
From Chen Guoqiao to the current Bao An, not a single one of them was normal.
After being enthusiastically invited into a private room, Bao An immediately took over the waiter’s job. He pulled out Lin Feng’s chair, poured his tea, and opened the menu for him. He was just short of cooking the meal himself and feeding it to Lin Feng.
Lin Feng was speechless again. ’If we were going to be in a private room anyway, what was the point of booking out the whole restaurant?’
His skin crawling from this whole performance, Lin Feng waved for the waiters to leave, then pressed a hand down on the menu and looked at Bao An expressionlessly.
"President Bao, if you have something to say, just say it. There’s no need to be so... unusual."
Lin Feng had to think for a long time before coming up with a word to describe Bao An tonight. The whole thing felt like a dream.
He knew Bao An was two-faced.
But to be two-faced to this degree was frankly a bit frightening.
Since Lin Feng had said as much, Bao An no longer insisted on keeping up the facade.
He sighed, putting on a miserable expression as he looked at the man before him, switching to a different kind of disguise.
Lin Feng was speechless.
’Ugh...’
’So pathetic!’
Seemingly provoked by Lin Feng’s expression, Bao An blinked awkwardly and then said helplessly,
"Mr. Lin, I’m sure you’re aware of why I invited you to dinner. I’m at my wit’s end. Thanks to that scoundrel Chen Guoqiao, Little Broken Station has made countless enemies. We really can’t afford any more trouble."
"I know Chen Guoqiao shouldn’t have provoked your family, but doesn’t the old saying go..."
"’Every debt has its debtor.’ The sins were committed by Chen Guoqiao alone; there’s no reason for collective punishment, don’t you agree?"
Lin Feng rested one hand on his lap, nonchalantly tapping his fingers.
After hearing Bao An out, he lowered his gaze for a moment, then said unhurriedly, "I’m sorry, President Bao, but what you’re saying is a bit vague. I don’t quite understand. Could you please explain in detail? What does Chen Guoqiao have to do with you asking me here?"
’It’s not like he was the one who hurt him, and Bao An certainly isn’t the type to plead for Chen Guoqiao out of the kindness of his heart.’
’So why bother with all this hypocritical beating around the bush?’
’Can’t he just say what he wants to say directly?’
Bao An had thought a smart person like Lin Feng would understand without him having to say much.
But only now did he realize he was mistaken.
A man who could rise from assistant to president in such a short time after the previous one’s downfall, yet in front of Lin Feng, his brain suddenly wasn’t working properly.
Lin Feng himself had once wondered how a person could change so drastically without anyone around them noticing.
He had even thought that perhaps it was all a bonus from the "system," clearing obstacles for him and turning all his competitors into brainless villains.
Faced with a Lin Feng who was relentlessly playing dumb,
Bao An kept telling himself to stay calm, that he couldn’t break his "kindly" persona. But sometimes, a persona isn’t something you can maintain just because you want to.
And Lin Feng was an expert at shattering other people’s personas.
"Mr. Lin, some things are tacitly understood between us. Why spell them out so clearly?"
There’s a saying, "an unspoken understanding." If you say everything out loud, what’s the point?
Bao An gritted his teeth. He had secretly pondered it before. The incident where Chen Guoqiao had scalding water thrown on him had happened so suddenly.
’It’s possible that Lin Feng was the one behind it.’
’No, not just possible!’
Bao An was almost smugly certain that Lin Feng had done it.
Otherwise, there’s no way the restaurant wouldn’t have noticed a woman like that sneaking in.
There were so many people there at the time. How could not a single person have seen her strange actions?
Since someone must have seen her, and yet no one stopped her, it must mean someone was pulling the strings. That person must have bribed everyone in the restaurant and found a way to get that woman in.
And at that time, the only person who had a grudge against Chen Guoqiao, the most motive to plot such a thing, and was in the same location was Lin Feng.
At this thought, Bao An gave an imperceptible shiver.
’This Lin Feng is just a young punk, yet he’s this cunning. It’s terrifying.’
At that moment, Lin Feng had no idea that in Bao An’s rapidly spinning mind, he had become an incredibly deep schemer, full of malicious intent.
But for no reason at all, he felt a chill run down his spine.
"What’s wrong?"
Huizi keenly picked up on Lin Feng’s mood and asked in a low voice.
"It’s nothing."
Lin Feng came back to his senses and waved a hand to show he was fine.
Then, he leaned back slightly in his chair and said nonchalantly, "You must be joking, President Bao. I don’t think you and I are familiar enough to have a tacit understanding about anything, are we?"
"Besides, you’re the one who invited me here today. If you don’t say it, how am I supposed to know what this is about?"
’I’m an honest, upstanding young man. How could I possibly be on the same wavelength as a cunning old fox of an uncle like Bao An?’
’Impossible!’
’Absolutely impossible!’
"You!"
Bao An’s patience was nearly exhausted.
He took a deep breath, forcing his irrepressible anger back down into the depths of his heart.
Then, ever the flexible one, he curled his lips into a smile.
"You’re right, Mr. Lin is right!"
"In that case, I won’t beat around the bush anymore. At the same time, I hope Mr. Lin can give me some face."
Hearing this, Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, gesturing for Bao An to continue.
’So, we’re finally getting to the point?’
Seeing his arrogant posture, Bao An secretly swore to himself that one day, he would make Lin Feng fall into the mud, and then he would personally push him down so that he could never get back up.
Bao An lowered his head, his expression turning venomous for an instant before quickly returning to normal.
He let out a sigh as if carrying the world’s sorrows, then his brow furrowed, and he spoke in an almost pleading tone.
"Regarding tomorrow’s case, could I ask Mr. Lin to withdraw the lawsuit?"
"Of course, regarding the issues that led to this, it was indeed our fault at Little Broken Station."
"Even if it was an issue with one of our employees, it was still an issue with our oversight."
"I know that those videos had a great psychological impact on you and your family. That damage can never be erased."
"I promise, as long as you say the word, Mr. Lin, we are willing to do everything we can to make it up to you."
As long as Lin Feng dropped the lawsuit and promised not to sue Little Broken Station again, he would do anything.
Lin Feng watched the miserable-looking Bao An with a cold expression, unable to stop himself from sneering inwardly.
’See?’
’This is the true face of people like Bao An.’
’They can talk about other people’s pain so lightly, as if it’s nothing at all.’
’Then again, it is someone else’s pain.’
’And does Bao An really think that money can solve everything?’
Lin Feng let out a breath, his tone cold. "Are you finished?"
Bao An nodded.
Lin Feng nodded in satisfaction. "Since President Bao is finished," he said lightly, "then it’s my turn."
"First, I’m sorry, but I will not be withdrawing the lawsuit. And I don’t intend to withdraw it for anyone or anything."
"It doesn’t matter if it’s you. Even if my sister changed her mind and told me herself that she didn’t want to sue you anymore, I still wouldn’t withdraw the lawsuit!"
"Second, you yourself said the psychological trauma can’t be undone. So let me ask you, how much money do you think it would take to settle this? Do you really believe money is omnipotent?"
"Third, you talk about making amends. So how do you plan to make amends for the school speech incident a couple of days ago? How much money do you plan to spend to ’settle’ me?"
’You might make up for one thing, but can all these incidents, one after another, be fixed with money?’
’Besides, why should I forgive someone who might go after me and my family again in the future?’
’Sometimes, if there’s a first time, there will be a second!’
’I, Lin Feng, am not some bleeding-heart saint!’
’Forgiveness?’
’That’s a job for the Buddha.’
’My job is to send Bao An to meet the Buddha.’
Lin Feng listed his points one by one, each like a dagger twisting into Bao An.
He had to admit, every word from Lin Feng was incredibly precise.
They all made him completely certain that tonight had been a futile effort.
But he couldn’t admit defeat.
"Lin Feng, are you really that stubborn? You have such a great opportunity to make a fortune right in front of you, and you’re not even a little bit tempted?"
"You’re joking, President Bao. How is this being stubborn? I just... don’t want to bow my head to you."
"What do you mean by that?"
"What do I mean? President Bao, you know full well!"
Lin Feng threw the exact words Bao An had said to him earlier right back in his face.
Since it’s all tacitly understood, what’s the point in spelling it out?
It was only now, this whole evening, that Bao An’s expression truly changed.
He dropped the hypocritical facade, his face turning grim and his eyes filled with malice.
"Lin Feng, I, Bao An, have spent all night entertaining a gentleman, wasting my breath on a little brat like you until my mouth is dry, and this is the attitude you give me?"
Bao An gritted his teeth so hard he could almost taste blood.
"Oh my, is President Bao done with his act?"
Lin Feng said, amused.
’Being stared at by those creepy eyes for so long... I can finally relax.’
President Bao immediately clenched his fists, his gaze turning vicious.
He finally realized it. All this time, Lin Feng had just been deliberately messing with him for his own amusement!

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