Chapter 146: On the Brink

People are prone to impulsiveness when faced with matters.

After a night, early morning, Wu Qian woke to find Lin Feng also awake; she whispered, "Last night I said too much, some of it irrational."

Lin Feng merely smiled and did not answer.

He thought, women are irrational more often! It's rare when they are rational.

If Wu Qian truly divorced her husband, he wouldn't mind occasionally hanging out together.

But if they didn't divorce, Lin Feng thought it best to forget it.

He didn't want to invite trouble.

Wu Qian had thought long last night, feeling she and Lin Feng were not from the same world.

What kind of person is Lin Feng?

At first glance she saw his outfit was worth several million.

He also drove a luxury car.

And his girlfriend was far more beautiful than her.

As for herself, at best she could be considered above average in appearance.

What could she use to compete with other women?

Moreover, she knew her own temperament was not that tolerant.

When people get overexcited or overly greedy, that's getting carried away.

Once you get carried away, you will pay a price.

Forget it; after this, let's just return to our former lives.

At 7:30 a. m., the two got up.

Moments later, the door was knocked.

Lin Feng glanced through the peephole and opened the door.

Outside stood a middle-aged man in a black suit, ordinary in appearance.

Behind the middle-aged man stood a bespectacled man about thirty.

"Mr. Gao, we finally meet! I'm Wan Fei, and this is my brother Zhou Qiang!"

Wan Fei extended his hand to Lin Feng.

After shaking hands with Wan Fei and Zhou Qiang, Lin Feng smiled and said, "Please come in."

Inside, Wu Qian was combing her hair.

Lin Feng immediately introduced, "This is my girlfriend Li Li."

"Sister-in-law, hello!"

"Sister-in-law, you're really beautiful!"

Wan Fei and Zhou Qiang complimented.

Lin Feng smiled and asked the two to sit.

Wan Fei placed the flat box he was carrying on the coffee table, opened it and pushed it toward Lin Feng, saying, "Brother Gao Wu, let's get straight to the point—inspect the goods."

Lin Feng nodded, picked up a stack of money, removed the paper wrapping the bills, and flicked them a few times in his hand.

He then pulled out a few bills to examine closely.

After putting it down, he picked up another stack.

After examining three stacks of money, Lin Feng curled his lip and said, "Wan Big Brother, Zhou Big Brother, you've made a mistake! This is genuine cash—are you messing with me? If you don't trust me, there's no point in discussing this deal; I'll leave for Yunsheng today and we won't contact each other again."

Wan Fei and Zhou Qiang exchanged a glance, then Zhou Qiang laughed and said, "Sorry, Brother Gao! It was my mistake; please wait a moment, Brother Gao."

Having said that, he picked up his phone and made a call.

Soon after, a young man knocked and entered carrying a box.

After the same box was opened again, Wan Fei asked Lin Feng to inspect the goods.

Lin Feng examined them one by one.

He then frowned and said, "I say, you two lack sincerity? One stack is pre-2005 goods, two stacks are 2008 output, the rest are last year's stock—this kind of goods I've imported several tons of; you don't need to feel them, just a glance at the quality shows there's a problem."

If your goods are of this quality, there's no point in talking.

Wan Fei widened his eyes, gave Lin Feng a thumbs-up, and said, "Brother Gao, you're amazing! You spotted the differences in the goods so quickly. Sorry, we just wanted to see your skills, so—haha!"

Lin Feng put on a dissatisfied expression.

Zhou Qiang hurriedly said, "We have new goods, the quality is much higher than these, and——"

Before he could finish, Wan Fei interrupted, "Brother Gao, how much goods do you want this time? Give us a number so we can prepare in advance."

Lin Feng raised both hands, making a cross, and said, "I want one billion! You also know that Guo Jia's money is increasingly popular overseas; these aren't domestically produced, the more the better."

"Then Brother Gao, what price can you offer?"

Zhou Qiang asked.

Lin Feng held up three fingers.

Wan Fei furrowed his brows and said, "Only thirty percent? No way, that's not even enough to cover costs."

Zhou Qiang then said, "At least sixty percent!"

At that moment, Wu Qian chimed in, "How about forty percent? It's not easy for you, nor for us; let's each make a concession, and with long-term cooperation the profit will come—surely you don't want a one-time deal between us?"

Wan Fei hesitated, then said, "Forty percent is still too little—!"

Lin Feng insisted, "Forty percent! If it's a few million or tens of millions worth of goods, I can give you tenfold without problem. The more you print, the lower the cost—I want one billion!"

Wan Fei and Zhou Qiang exchanged a glance and pondered for a long while.

Finally, Wan Fei nodded and said, "All right! How about we exchange the first batch of goods tomorrow?"

"How much?"

Lin Feng asked.

Wan Fei gestured a single finger.

That is, one hundred million.

"Alright!"

Lin Feng nodded.

He didn't ask about the method of payment, because it was certainly cash; that needed no discussion.

If it were a transfer, it would be easily traced.

Zhou Qiang reminded, "Prefer old bills, the ones without sequential numbers."

In the afternoon, Lin Feng and Wu Qian went to several banks in succession, withdrawing ten thousand.

However, on the 7th, Wan Fei and Zhou Qiang did not contact the two.

Not until the morning of the 8th did the bespectacled Zhou Qiang appear at Lin Feng's door.

Then they were invited onto a van.

The van drove for over an hour and arrived at an old residence.

A black sedan was parked in the courtyard of the old house.

Wan Fei, the bald middle‑aged man Lin Feng had met before, and a flamboyantly dressed woman were waiting there.

Around them were more than twenty subordinates, each with a weapon at their waist.

After Lin Feng and Wu Qian got out of the vehicle, Wan Fei placed his hands on his hips and walked up to Lin Feng, sneering, "Brother Gao, you almost fooled me! You police are getting more and more formidable! Never thought there'd be talent like you."

Lin Feng pretended to look bewildered.

This was obviously a ploy against Lin Feng.

Wu Qian's expression grew a bit frantic.

Wan Fei took a document from a subordinate and said, "I have your police files in my hands; don't ask where I got them! Now that you're in my grasp, don't expect to leave alive!"

After speaking, he ordered his men to act.

At that moment, Wu Qian hurriedly drew her pistol, pointing at Wan Fei, "What are you doing!"

Wan Fei's subordinates all drew guns, pointing at the two.

Lin Feng felt nervous again.

He was calculating how to escape in his mind.

If a gunfight actually broke out, he could dodge and had a high chance to escape, but Wu Qian would surely die.

But he quickly realized that neither he nor Wu Qian were police at all, so how could there be files?

It turned out to be another trick on himself.

Fortunately Wu Qian didn't shout commands like "Raise your hands, don't move!"

Lin Feng said coldly, "Looks like you want to double‑cross each other! Fine, I'm unlucky; Wan, consider yourself fed to a turtle!"

Saying that, he slammed the box in his hands onto the ground.

Wan Fei looked at the money scattered on the ground, was stunned at first, then laughed heartily, "Brother Gao, we were just kidding with you!"