Chapter 87: I Also Want Some Medicine

Wen Zhu was taken to the Fierce Tiger Gym.

Looking at the various equipment in the gym and the few customers working out, Wen Zhu wore a puzzled expression.

He thought Lin Feng would take him to the Daqi Media Company and give him a managerial position.

With Lin Feng behind the scenes, no one in the company dares to offend him, and he doesn't have to watch faces or act like a grandson like other staff.

The female staff in the company flash flirtatious glances at him every day.

It would be even better if he were assigned a job that involved contact with those TV and movie stars.

Maybe a little star would take a liking to him.

Then all kinds of hidden rules.

Such a life is literally at its peak!

Wen Zhu never considered that his sister Wen Keke works from dawn till dusk every day.

What right does he have to enjoy all this?

Reach the peak?

Wen Keke, in Lin Feng's hands, hasn't even reached the peak yet!

"Brother Lin Feng, Brother Zhao Xiaoyang, why are you here?"

Wen Zhu asked curiously.

Lin Feng remained silent.

Zhao Xiaoyang raised his hand, grabbed the back of Wen Zhu's neck, and hauled him into a dark room stacked with equipment.

Lin Feng lit a cigarette, pulled a chair over, sat down, and said to Wen Zhu, "Sit!"

Wen Zhu already sensed something was off.

But a trace of expectation still lingered in his heart.

So he cautiously took a plastic stool and sat down.

Zhao Xiaoyang fished a phone out of Wen Zhu's pocket and handed it to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng held the phone and said calmly, "Speak! How much did you lose on this?"

Wen Zhu stayed silent, a stubborn look appearing on his face.

Slap~

Zhao Xiaoyang raised his hand and slapped Wen Zhu's face.

The slap was neither too hard nor too soft; it hurt Wen Zhu but didn't knock out any teeth.

Nevertheless, he fell to the ground.

Covering his burning face, Wen Zhu looked at Lin Feng in terror, "Brother, weren't you supposed to find me a job! Why are you hitting me?"

Lin Feng said calmly, "Before I find you a job, I have to straighten you out first! Otherwise, wouldn't it harm both you and me?"

"I, I want to tell my sister!"

Tears streamed from Wen Zhu's eyes.

Lin Feng used Wen Zhu's phone to dial Wen Keke, then handed the phone to Wen Zhu.

Wen Zhu snatched the phone and said into it, "Sister, sister, where are you?"

"I'm at work! What are you doing?"

Wen Keke's voice sounded.

"Sister, the guy named Lin said he'd find me a job, but locked me in a dark room and hit me…"

Wen Zhu complained.

"Oh! Him hitting you shows you deserve it! Stay there and reform yourself! Tomorrow I'll book a plane ticket for Mom and Dad to send them home.

You don't need to worry about family matters; before they release you, I'll tell Mom and Dad that you're busy working on a movie, in the Confidentiality Department, mainly to fend off paparazzi…"

After Wen Keke finished, Wen Zhu shouted, "Sister, are you my real sister?"

Wen Keke hung up immediately.

Lin Feng laughed, "See? Your sister is very supportive of me."

"Brother! Oh no! Brother‑in‑law, please spare me, brother‑in‑law!"

After putting the phone down, Wen Zhu began begging for mercy.

Zhao Xiaoyang took a leather belt and whipped Wen Zhu's back with it.

Slap!

Ah!

Slap!

Ah! Stop hitting!

After a dozen minutes, Zhao Xiaoyang stopped.

Wen Zhu was lying on the ground, his back soaked with fresh blood.

It was only skin torn, not a serious injury.

Lin Feng finally spoke, "If it weren't for your sister, I'd be too lazy to bother with you. Your sister's such a good girl, how could she have a brother like you?"

"W‑what's wrong with me?" Wen Zhu croaked.

Slap!

Zhao Xiaoyang gave Wen Zhu another belt strike.

Lin Feng sneered, "Still not realizing you're wrong? Tell me, in the past two years, how much money have you lost gambling online?"

Wen Zhu lowered his head and didn't answer.

Slap!

Ah! I said, I said! There is, there is over a hundred thousand!

Lin Feng frowned and said: "But on this, there are only over 800,000 in top-up records, no withdrawal records, where did the other 700,000 go?"

Wen Zhu replied with a crying tone: "There are also a few other websites!"

"In other words, you still have unpaid debts?" Lin Feng asked again.

Moreover, there is still over a hundred thousand, owed to my classmates and friends. I, I swear I won't gamble again! Really, I will work hard, earn money and pay them back.

Let's beat him again!

Lin Feng waved his hand.

Zhao Xiaoyang raised the whip again.

Smack!

Ah!

Smack!

Ah! Spare me! I really won't dare again!

Smack!

Ten-odd minutes later.

Lin Feng had Zhao Xiaoyang stop, then said calmly: "I helped you pay back this money, but you need to write me an IOU."

Yes! Brother-in-law!

Wen Zhu said through gritted teeth.

Zhao Xiaoyang brought paper and pen.

Wen Zhu stuck out her buttocks, lay on the ground, and wrote an IOU.

Lin Feng checked it, found no problem, returned the phone to Wen Zhu, and said: "Call, have your classmates and friends give their account numbers, and transfer the money to them now."

Wen Zhu picked up the phone and started making calls.

After over an hour, she finally repaid the borrowed money.

This guy actually borrowed money from over thirty classmates and friends.

This one a few thousand, that one tens of thousands.

If you weren't Ke Ke's younger brother, you'd have to slowly repay that over a hundred thousand! Then you would have not a single friend left.

In this world, it's rare to have a few friends, and they are even willing to lend you tens of thousands of dollars.

You t borrowed the money and took it to gamble; this kind of friendship, in your eyes, is too cheap, right?

If it weren't for me meeting your sister, with your actions, even selling the house wouldn't be enough to pay off your gambling debts.

She is filial, but if your dad *** gets angry, she either has to find an old man to follow, or she can only go into the sex trade.

Have you seen those women standing on the street at night?

If you haven't, you could also see them on TV! Reality is even crueler than this......

Saying this, Lin Feng flew into a rage and coldly said: "Hit him again!"

Half an hour later, Zhao Xiaoyang called a clinic and had a doctor come over to treat Wen Zhu's wounds.

Lin Feng and Zhao Xiaoyang squatted at the gym's main gate, smoking.

"Brother, how should we deal with this kid afterwards?"

Zhao Xiaoyang asked.

Lin Feng said calmly: "Let him work here, with food and lodging provided, and give him ten yuan pocket money each day. When he reforms and becomes a decent person, we'll arrange other tasks for him."

Zhao Xiaoyang nodded: "That's good! I happen to lack a cleaner here."

"Keep an eye on him; don't let him run off and disappear, or it'll be trouble."

Lin Feng reminded.

Zhao Xiaoyang said with a smile: "Brother, rest assured! As long as I say the word, if he runs out of this area he'll be dragged back within a hundred meters."

At that moment, the clinic doctor walked out carrying a box, a middle-aged man not wearing a white coat.

He smiled and told Zhao Xiaoyang: "It's taken care of, just superficial wounds. But you can't shower for a week; after the scabs form it will be itchy, don't pick at them."

Zhao Xiaoyang took out three hundred yuan and shoved it into the middle-aged man's hand.

Too much!

The middle-aged man objected.

At this moment, Lin Feng stood up, coughed twice, somewhat embarrassedly said: "Doctor, can you apply some medicine for me?"

Speaking of itchiness, after Lin Feng broke into a sweat, he felt not only itchy but also some pain.

He really wanted to scratch a few times, but dared not.

If it gets infected and festers, it'll be troublesome.

Zhao Xiaoyang quickly turned his head away, trying hard not to laugh.