Chapter Twenty-One: Company Team Building

"Hmph, the family took a fancy to a real estate project in Binhai City and sent me here to oversee it. What's wrong with that? Do you expect my family's business secrets to be laid out before you?" Xie Zhijie tried to appear composed, but his nervousness was obvious. He loosened his tie, gasping for breath.

"Lin Feng, stop biting like a mad dog. It's clearly you who are ruining Sister Qianqian's youth, and now you want to slander Zhijie? You're utterly despicable." Wang Jing scolded, but Lin Feng paid no heed to her rebuke. Instead, he shrugged, pointed directly at Xie Zhijie, and said bluntly:

"That watch? A Rolex, but a counterfeit, barely worth three thousand."

"The suit, Versace, about eighty percent new, clearly rented. There's a distinct scent of rental shop perfume on it. Renting it for a day costs less than two thousand."

"The ring, synthetic diamond, no more than two hundred."

"The Xie family, the largest real estate tycoon in Hong Kong, would they dress themselves up like this?"

"This guy, Xie Zhijie? Supposedly the heir to a Hong Kong real estate company? Are you kidding me, Wang Jing?"

Lin Feng exposed every glaring flaw on Xie Zhijie, whose fraudulent accoutrements were cobbled together from all over. Only someone as naive as Wang Jing could fall for such tricks.

Wang Jing was stunned, her face frozen in shock.

Standing beside her, Xie Zhijie was drenched in sweat, unconsciously retreating, stammering:

"You, you... You're talking nonsense, slandering me—I... I am..."

Lin Feng, the illustrious Immortal Emperor of Nine Heavens, possessed medical mastery surpassing many who specialized in the healing arts. His gaze was icy; with a glance, he discerned that Wang Jing was three months pregnant. He continued coldly:

"Wang Jing, you've been pregnant for about three months, haven't you?"

"Marrying for the sake of the child, capturing the son of Hong Kong's real estate tycoon, entering into wealth, and expanding the Wang family's influence to Hong Kong—all part of your grand scheme."

"But you missed one crucial detail. This man is a fraud from start to finish!"

Every point, every detail, Lin Feng predicted and dissected with crystal clarity, leaving no room for doubt.

Suddenly, Wang Jing was crushed by the brutal reality, utterly bewildered. As the daughter of a distinguished family, her reputation and purity destroyed, she faced a despair few could imagine.

A hush swept over the restaurant, the explosive revelation leaving everyone dead silent. Gossip quickly spread:

"Come to think of it, that's true. Could Xie Zhijie really be a fraud?"

"No way! Is Wang Jing actually being played by a con artist?"

"And that's not all—did you hear? She's already pregnant! She hoped to tie down a rich heir, but ended up snared by a swindler!"

"…"

Amidst whispers, Wang Jing's eyes brimmed with tears. Trembling, she turned her head, pointing a shaky finger at Xie Zhijie and demanded:

"Is what he said true? Are you really Xie Yunlong's youngest son?"

"Jingjing, believe me, I really am the heir of Hong Kong's Xie family. You have to trust me!"

Wang Jing's lips quivered as she looked into Xie Zhijie's evasive eyes, and the answer was clear in her heart.

"Get out! Get out!" Wang Jing screamed hysterically.

Xie Zhijie's eyes darkened as he glared at Lin Feng, snarling viciously:

"Damn you! This is all your fault. I'll kill you!"

At that moment, all pretense of noble bearing and elegance vanished from Xie Zhijie. He raised his fist, eyes blazing with fury. His carefully constructed scam was on the verge of yielding great riches, only to be ruined by an unexpected meddler.

Furious, he launched a punch, channeling the force of Muay Thai. Xie Zhijie, standing nearly six feet tall, with strong, well-trained limbs, was clearly a seasoned fighter. His punch could easily injure a professional boxer.

In contrast, Lin Feng was shorter and slender, seemingly no match—a sure victim.

Just as everyone believed Lin Feng would be floored by the blow, Lin Feng's eyes flashed coldly. With a sudden lunge, he moved to Xie Zhijie's side.

He swung his palm, sending the unruly scoundrel flying. The hefty, two-hundred-pound body soared like a rag doll, landing heavily on the ground.

The onlookers were dumbfounded.

A single slap felled a seasoned fighter—what immense strength!

Yao Qianqian was startled as well, never expecting Lin Feng to possess such ability.

Her animosity toward Lin Feng softened ever so slightly.

Lin Feng walked calmly to Xie Zhijie's side, raised his foot, and pressed it onto his face, speaking coldly:

"I didn't want to trouble you. After all, you and Wang Jing—a fraud and a scheming woman—are well matched. But you insulted my mother, and that I will not forgive!"

"Wang Lun, call the police. Tell them I assaulted the heir of the Xie family, the son of a Hong Kong tycoon. I'm ready to turn myself in!"

Hearing Lin Feng mention the police, Xie Zhijie panicked.

"Turn yourself in? Are you kidding? They're after me. Once I'm in custody, I'll never get out!"

He was a fraud; the moment the police arrived and checked the facts, he'd be back in jail for the third time.

Instantly, he cowered, scrambled up, knelt on the floor, and begged:

"Brother! Big brother! You're my elder, I dare not! I won't do it again! Please, be magnanimous, let me off, treat me like a fart and let me go!"

Lin Feng turned, scoffing at Wang Jing:

"Hmph! Is this your prince charming? Your tall, rich, and handsome man? What a joke!"

With that, Lin Feng wiped his foot on Xie Zhijie, turned and strode away, exuding a sharp, carefree aura.

Wang Lun hurried after him, slinging an arm around Lin Feng's shoulder, grinning:

"Didn't expect it! You've got skill—when will you teach your brother a move or two?"

"You want to learn?"

"Of course! Then I'll become a hero, save a beauty, and win her heart in no time!"

"..."

Wang Lun and Lin Feng bantered as their figures receded.

Only Wang Jing remained, sobbing miserably, while Yao Qianqian stood shaken to her core.

"Lin Feng, the more I see, the less I understand you!"

...

Time flew by, and soon it was nearly the end of the workday. At that moment, Ke Feng, the sales department's boxing champion, walked over, chewing gum, and rudely knocked on Lin Feng's desk, announcing arrogantly:

"Hey, newbie. Our sales department has a rule: newcomers get a welcome party. Today is your first day, so we're having it at Emperor Phoenix Hotel. How about it?"

Lin Feng looked up, meeting Ke Feng's gaze calmly. "Fine."

"Hahaha! That's the spirit. No wonder you're the son-in-law of Yao Group—spending your wife's money is so straightforward!"

As Ke Feng finished, Lin Feng's eyes grew cold.

Ke Feng was exactly as he remembered from his previous life—harboring designs on Yao Qianqian. Upon learning that Lin Feng was her husband, jealousy festered, and he plotted to set Lin Feng up, hoping to reclaim his pride.

Ke Feng, delighted, turned and shouted:

"Everyone, it's the welcome party tonight! Lin Feng, son-in-law of Yao Group, is treating us all to Emperor Phoenix Hotel. Let's give our new colleague a big round of applause!"

"Oh~~~"

Many were thrilled; the welcome party was set at the most expensive five-star hotel in Binhai City. They stood up and cheered.

Wang Lun, however, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. As soon as Ke Feng left, he grabbed Lin Feng and whispered:

"Lin Feng, are you crazy? Didn't you see he's setting you up? Emperor Phoenix Hotel—you're footing the bill for the whole department!"

"They don't care if you're wealthy or not; they'll definitely rip you off!"

"It's fine. I don't mind," Lin Feng replied, patting Wang Lun's shoulder.

Lin Feng, having lived another life, knew full well that Ke Feng was trying to trap him.

But this time, Lin Feng would never let himself be bullied as he had before!