Chapter 11: That Deformed Ring

"Ah!"

A sound filled with surprise and astonishment came from the bathroom.

"What's wrong, Keke!?"

Zhu Li rushed into the bathroom.

Only to see Wen Keke frowning, holding a pile of soggy underwear in a daze.

"What's wrong, Keke?" Zhu Li asked curiously.

Wen Keke pouted and said, "Zhu Li, did you move my underwear? I washed and hung it out last night, and it was almost dry—why is it wet now?"

Besides, look at this steel ring—it's been warped by the wash; how am I supposed to wear it? Zhu Li, you owe me!

Wen Keke clearly misunderstood Zhu Li.

Zhu Li waved her hand, "Don't wrongly accuse me—I've been in your sight all day, except..."

Saying this, Zhu Li's eyes darted, then she covered her mouth in shock and said, "Could it be..."

Zhu Li's two pauses made Wen Keke start to feel nervous.

"What is it?" she asked, widening her beautiful eyes.

Zhu Li first poked her head out to glance at the bathroom, then lowered her voice: "I guess maybe when we went grocery shopping earlier, that little handsome guy came in."

Then he saw your things hanging here, had a lewd thought… hehe!

"Ah!"

Wen Keke threw the thing in her hands, clutched her hair, and let out a scream.

This girl is really easy to tease!

Zhu Li burst out laughing "hehehe".

April 9, 2012.

Monday, 9:30 a. m.

"Bang!"

On the ring of the Fierce Tiger Gym, Zhao Xiaoyang's jaw took a hook from Lin Feng and he fell to the ground.

Lin Feng stopped, bent over, and gasped heavily.

Zhao Xiaoyang wryly climbed up from the ground, took out his mouthguard, and gave Lin Feng a thumbs-up.

"Awesome!"

"Brother Yang, you also have *** moments when you get knocked down, huh!"

"Dude, awesome! You've trained before, right!?"

A chorus of exclamations rose from around the ring.

Lin Feng smiled and waved at the spectators below the ring.

This Fierce Tiger Gym is owned by Zhao Xiaoyang.

Because it's remote, most of the people who come here to work out are Zhao Xiaoyang's friends.

This is Lin Feng's first time coming here to hang out.

Last Saturday, Lin Feng carried Guo Yanru, who weighs over a hundred catties, for several dozen meters and felt his arms sore.

He lifted his shirt to look; although there was no flab on his belly, he also couldn't see any abs.

Zhao Xiaoyang is two years younger than Lin Feng, but his muscular build made Lin Feng envy him to death.

So Lin Feng decided to find time to train his body.

A man can have nothing, but he must have strength!

A woman's petite, dependent nature is merely a relative concept.

Zhao Xiaoyang helped Lin Feng take off his gloves while saying, "Brother, your reaction skills are great, you just lack strength; I can help you devise a few training methods to increase strength."

Lin Feng laughed and said, "You say if my strength improves, could I become a martial arts master, able to send a person flying with one punch?"

Zhao Xiaoyang said, "Brother, practicing defensive skills like grappling is fine, but if you truly train in lethal martial arts, it's easy to cause loss of life."

Moreover, once a person learns these martial arts, they become prone to impulsiveness when faced with trouble, liking to settle things with fists.

Zhao Xiaoyang said this from personal experience.

When he was young, he had a good relationship with an elderly neighbor and learned a whole set of martial arts.

After that mysterious old man passed away, Zhao Xiaoyang relied on his martial prowess to get by in society.

Once he even nearly beat someone to death.

Fortunately, Aunt Wang had saved some money and paid a large sum of medical expenses for the victim.

After being locked up for several months and released, Zhao Xiaoyang saw his mother's wan appearance, had a sudden awakening, slashed his own face with a knife, and swore never again to cause trouble outside, to stop fighting and brawling.

Lin Feng patted Zhao Xiaoyang's shoulder and laughed, "Don't worry! I just want to get fit; learning some self-defense skills is just a bonus."

Zhao Xiaoyang gave a simple smile, "Brother, coming two or three days a week is enough; following the training plan I made for you, you'll see noticeable results in less than three months."

Lin Feng nodded.

Just then, Lin Feng's phone rang.

The caller ID showed "Yang Boss of Kai Rui Trade".

Lin Feng's phone has two SIM cards.

One is a new card he got himself, the other is an "business card" his late father used to use.

After answering the call, Lin Feng went to the shower room, took a bath, changed into clean clothes, and left the gym.

More than half an hour later, Lin Feng drove to the central business district of Yanjing.

After driving around a few turns, he pulled his car into the underground parking lot of a building named "Jiachen World Trade".

It is a building covering several thousand square meters and sixty-six stories tall.

Taking the elevator to the twelfth floor, Lin Feng stepped out of the elevator, walked a few steps forward, and saw the large characters 'Kerry International Trade'.

This place has thousands of square meters of office space, all of it mine...

Lin Feng glanced around and sighed inwardly.

Just as he arrived at the front desk, a middle-aged man with a big belly and slight balding greeted him with a smile.

Are you Mr. Lin Feng? I'm Yang Chu.

Saying this, the middle-aged man extended his hand to Lin Feng with a smile.

Lin Feng shook hands with Yang Chu, smiling and said, 'Boss Yang, it's a pleasure to meet you.'

Yang Chu chuckled, 'Mr. Lin, please come to my office.'

Lin Feng nodded.

After entering the office and Lin Feng sat down, a female secretary approached and asked what he would like to drink.

Lin Feng waved his hand, 'No thanks, thank you!'

The beautiful female secretary turned and left, closing the door.

Yang Chu sat opposite Lin Feng, looking troubled, and said, 'Mr. Lin, the contract expires at the end of next month. We want to renew it, but business is tough now—could we lower the rent?'

The entire twelfth floor, over 3000 square meters of office space, is leased by Yang Chu's company.

The annual rent is 4 million.

Lin Feng smiled and said, 'Boss Yang, this rent is already quite low. In this area, no office building can be leased for as little as three yuan per square meter per day nowadays, right?'

Yang Chu furrowed his brow, nodded slightly, and said, 'Previously the lease term was three years; what if we change it to one year? That way we could save ten million yuan in funds for turnover to get through the difficult period.'

Lin Feng shook his head, 'Sorry, Boss Yang, I can't agree to that.'

Yang Chu sighed with regret.

If Lin Feng disagrees, he can only lay off staff and move to a smaller office space.

'Mr. Lin, if you could allow us to separate an area for subleasing...'

Yang Chu made a final effort, hoping Lin Feng would agree.

Lin Feng, of course, directly refused.

This Yang-surnamed guy still wants to act as a middleman and profit from the difference!

My late father left a warning, absolutely not allowing such a thing to happen.

It's almost noon.

The 22nd floor is the dining area.

Because of fire safety, of course we can't cook with open flames in the building.

The meals are prepared outside and brought up as fast food.

Although he is a billionaire with tens of billions in net worth, Lin Feng doesn't have high expectations for his three daily meals.

As long as it suits his appetite and fills him up, that's enough.

By the way, he can also relive the life he had as an office worker.

Office workers love cleanliness, so the lobby floor on the 22nd floor is mopped spotless, and the tables and chairs are neatly arranged.

With still ten or so minutes until the 12 p. m. off‑work time, there aren't many people in the lobby.

Lin Feng glanced around and quickly fixed his gaze on a seat by the window ahead.

Isn't that Wen Keke!?

Who is the young man sitting opposite her?

Curious, Lin Feng walked over and sat down nearby.

Wen Keke lowered her head slightly, her expression somewhat unnatural as she poked at her plate with chopsticks, occasionally glancing out the window.

The young man opposite her hadn't even picked up his chopsticks.

After withdrawing his disdainful gaze from the plate in front of him, he smiled and said, 'Miss Wen, how about we go out to eat? I'll pay for whatever you want—how does that sound?'

Wen Keke turned her head to look at the young man, somewhat awkwardly waved her hand and said, 'Thanks, but no thanks—I think the food here is fine.'

The young man curled the corner of his mouth, 'Miss Wen, your boss asked you to come entertain me. Not being a good host, is that all right?'

If I'm not happy, your company might have to move out of this building next month, possibly even lay off staff—by then you, a low‑level employee...

Having said that, the young man raised both hands with a smug look and shrugged his shoulders.

This is undoubtedly a threat.

Wen Keke frowned and said, 'Mr. Zheng, I'm not a PR department staffer; you forced me to come here.'

The young man surnamed Zheng looked displeased and said, 'Miss Wen, saying that hurts my feelings. I didn't mean to force you...'

After just a few brief exchanges, Lin Feng understood everything.

As it turned out, this surnamed Zheng is actually a peer in the same industry.

This guy is using the office building lease to blackmail a young girl—truly embarrassing for landlords!

But, if Boss Yang were to send a beautiful woman to negotiate with me, would I agree to lower the rent?

Definitely not!

"Cough cough! Waiter!"

Lin Feng coughed twice and shouted loudly.

However, the neatly dressed attendants inside the service window merely glanced at Lin Feng and remained unmoved.

To eat here, one has to go to the serving window to get food.

Lin Feng smiled and turned his head.

At that moment, Wen Keke was already looking at Lin Feng with surprise.

Lin Feng grinned at her.

Wen Keke first widened her eyes, then promptly threw the chopsticks in her hand, making a gesture of crossing her arms over her chest.

Seeing Lin Feng's "evil" smile, she thought of that deformed circle...

Wen Keke was already at a loss; after reacting, she first lowered her hand, then nervously raised it again...

With a "pa" sound.

The plate in front of her was unintentionally overturned, the vegetable soup inside flew out and splashed onto the face of the man surnamed Zheng.

"Ya~"

A miserable cry came from the mouth of the man surnamed Zheng.

The soup contained chili oil, which splashed into his eyes.

Lin Feng first froze, then couldn't help bursting into laughter.