Chapter 175: Maybe Do Something Bad

The "Purgatory"-level deep simulation training continued day after day at the "Candle Dragon" Base. Qin Feng acted like a cold-hearted swordsmith, repeatedly forging his elite blade through extreme environments, near-death experiences, and almost cruel demands. The team's strength and willpower underwent visible transformation within the furnace of pain and despair.

Meanwhile, Qin Feng, besides overseeing training and handling the vast affairs of the Wind Rises Future Fund, devoted even more energy to exploring and applying the two ultimate functions: 【Super Technology】 and 【Wealth Prediction】.

The knowledge ocean of 【Super Technology】 was boundless; what he could currently directly "light up" and apply were mostly derivative technologies understandable within the current technological tree, or breakthrough solutions to critical bottlenecks. But this was already enough to enable his industries and technological reserves to update and iterate at an astonishing pace.

【Wealth Prediction】 resembled a mystical compass, pointing to diverse "opportunities." Sometimes it marked a little-known company whose lead researcher was about to achieve a key breakthrough; sometimes it revealed a hidden strategic mineral beneath a turbulent region, still unrecognized; once, it even marked a homeless autistic boy—【Wealth Prediction】 indicated he possessed untapped potential for mathematical intuition far beyond his era.

Qin Feng unhesitatingly deployed his influence and resources to bring as many of these marked "opportunities" under his control as possible. Wealth, resources, talent—he became an tireless spider, silently weaving a vast and ever-growing network across the globe.

This network, on the surface, centered on the Wind Rising System's commercial empire and the Wind Rises Future Fund; secretly, it was built upon the covert arrangements guided by the "Candle Dragon"'s military power and 【Wealth Prediction】.

His influence had long surpassed mere commerce, beginning to seep into the fringes of technology, energy, and even geopolitics.

That evening, Qin Feng, unusually, did not stay in his study or the Base, but leisurely enjoyed the sunset glow beside the infinity pool atop Yunding Mansion. The water temperature was perfect; distant city lights had just flickered on, outlining a prosperous silhouette.

Su Wenqian stood by the pool in a proper business suit, holding a tablet, reporting routine matters. After the crisis ended, her sister Su Yuqing had returned with her team and shared research data to her international marine research organization, yet her connection with Qin Feng had not been severed; she occasionally sent greetings and academic exchange messages.

"... Regarding the fund, three new theoretical projects on room-temperature superconducting materials passed preliminary review. Sun Zhe asks whether you need to make the final decision. Also, among the assets of Creation International's bankruptcy liquidation, several subsidiaries possess specialized biological laboratories—should we participate in the bidding?"

Qin Feng half-closed his eyes, floating on the water, and waved his hand casually: "The superconducting projects—let the expert committee decide. The biological laboratories... take them. Integrate them into our own Biological Science and Technology Department. Adjust the research direction to... hmm, follow the outline I gave you before."

"Yes, sir." Su Wenqian noted it down, then paused, her tone slightly unusual, "Also... Miss Lin tried again today to contact me through multiple channels, hoping to meet you."

Lin Wei?

Upon hearing the name, Qin Feng's expression remained utterly still, as if hearing an irrelevant passerby.

That ex-girlfriend who had once betrayed him for money and thrown herself into Zhao Kun's arms. The Zhao family had scattered like monkeys from a fallen tree after Tianhai Group collapsed; Zhao Kun himself was said to have suffered a mental breakdown and been sent to a sanatorium. Lin Wei, now without support, was rumored to have fallen into destitution. She had previously attempted to contact him several times, all blocked by Su Wenqian.

"Don't see her." Qin Feng uttered two words calmly, not even bothering to give a reason.

"I understand." Su Wenqian nodded, then added, "She also said... if you don't meet her, she might... do something bad."

"Something bad?" Qin Feng finally opened his eyes, a faint, mocking smile curling at his lips—tinged with amusement and... barely perceptible coldness. "What can she do? Write a petty online essay to defame me? Or leak some third-rate media stories about his 'dark past'?"

He rose from the pool, water sliding down his sleek, explosively powerful muscles. Su Wenqian instinctively averted her gaze, cheeks slightly warm.

Qin Feng casually draped a robe over himself, sat on a lounge chair beside the pool, and picked up a chilled juice.

"Let her do as she pleases." He sipped the juice, voice languid, as if discussing the weather. "Can the chirping of ants shake an elephant?"

He paused, as if suddenly remembering something amusing, and turned to Su Wenqian, a mischievous glint in his eyes:

"But she reminded me."

"Sister Su, don't you think I've been too 'virtuous' lately? Every day is either managing the fund or training my men—I'm almost becoming a moral role model."

Su Wenqian was stunned, staring at Qin Feng in confusion.

Qin Feng rubbed his chin, his expression caught between memory and planning:

"Back then, when I had no money or power, I endured plenty of humiliation. Besides Lin Wei and Zhao Kun, there were a few other 'old friends' who also gave me plenty of 'care' back then."

His gaze drifted toward the city lights in the distance, his eyes growing deeper:

"Like that counselor who used his family's petty influence to block my scholarship and spread rumors about me?"

"Or that senior who stole my internship slot and sneered at me, calling me a toad trying to eat swan meat?"

"Oh, right—there was also that distant relative who ran a company. After my parents died, he embezzled their meager compensation and kicked me out, calling me a bringer of misfortune?"

With each name he spoke, his tone grew flatter, yet Su Wenqian felt the air around them chill by degrees.

"Sir, are you thinking of..." Su Wenqian asked cautiously.

Qin Feng turned his gaze back to her, his face once again wearing that casual, easy smile—but his eyes held no warmth whatsoever:

"Nothing. I just suddenly feel life's a bit dull."

"Perhaps it's time to find some amusement."

"Have Sun Zhe and Gao Yuan spare some attention to look into the current situations of those few 'old friends' I just mentioned. Find out what they're up to."

He stretched lazily, his tone carrying a casual cruelty:

"See how they're doing now."

"If they're doing well..."

He smiled, revealing a row of white teeth that, in the sunset's glow, appeared chillingly sharp:

"Then I might have to do something bad—to add some 'color' to their dull lives."

Su Wenqian stared at Qin Feng's expression, as if he were planning a prank, yet a chill rose in her heart. She knew well: with the wealth and power Qin Feng now commanded, his "doing something bad" would, for those who had once wronged him, likely be... a crushing disaster.

This was not petty revenge—it was the indifference and mercilessness of a being dwelling among the clouds, idly crushing a few noisy mosquitoes beneath his foot.

"Yes, sir. I'll handle it immediately." Su Wenqian bowed her head respectfully.

Qin Feng nodded in satisfaction, reclined again on the lounge chair, and closed his eyes, savoring the evening breeze.

His mood was excellent.

The system's peak loomed near; his power grew ever greater. Occasionally indulging in such harmless "amusements" to adjust his mood seemed a fine choice.

After all, a Shenhou's life couldn't always be taut with tension.

Sometimes, letting loose, playing with fate, watching those who once looked down on him struggle beneath his feet...

That feeling, surely, would be quite delightful.