Upon hearing this, Yang Feng frowned slightly and looked at Zhang Chen, wondering if this man just happened to know that he had a check for fifty million.
"Fifty million, is that right?" Yang Feng took out a check from his pocket, placed it on the table, and said, "Sign the hotel transfer agreement, cash on delivery!"
"Hmm?" Zhang Chen glanced at the check on the table. It really was a check for fifty million. He then said, "Okay, please wait a moment."
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the elevator. He had already made up his mind that once he got the 50 million, he would go abroad to escape temporarily. Otherwise, the Qingzhu Society would definitely hunt him down, and as for them, they would definitely be eliminated by the Qingzhu Society.
Once the storm has passed, he can come back and make a comeback; that's better than him dying.
Soon, Zhang Chen took the elevator to the lobby on the first floor. Looking at the large crowd in front of him, he quickly walked towards the sofa, placed the transfer agreement in front of Yang Feng, and handed it over.
He then said, "It's all done. Can I check if this five thousand yuan check is genuine?"
"Hmm." Yang Feng nodded almost imperceptibly, his gaze falling on the transfer agreement on the table, a cold smile playing on his lips.
Zhang Chen made a phone call to the bank to check the check, and it was confirmed to be genuine. He was immediately overjoyed.
"Once you sign here, this hotel will be yours, but it will only be valid until midnight tonight. You have to let me leave."
Zhang Chen remained calm and spoke.
"Take the check." Yang Feng took out the Fourteen Coins from his pocket, lit it, and exhaled a puff of smoke.
Zhang Chen picked up the check on the table, a smile involuntarily appearing on his lips, and immediately turned and walked out of the hotel.
Although selling this hotel to Yang Feng for 50 million was a huge loss, half of the hotel actually belongs to the Qingzhu Society.
It may seem like Zhang Chen suffered a loss, but in reality, he gained a lot. He was able to break free from the control of the Green Bamboo Society and start over with 50 million!
Just then, a sudden, unexpected voice rang out.
"The money I give you, you—may not be able to hold onto it securely!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Chen's smile froze, his body trembled violently, and he quickened his pace, hailing a taxi to leave the place as quickly as possible.
Everyone watched Zhang Chen leave. Huang Shan looked at Yang Feng with some confusion and said, "Young Master Yang, why did you spend 50 million to buy this hotel? Why didn't we just... rob it?"
Yang Feng glanced at him coldly, stood up, and said, "I don't need you to tell me what to do."
Huang Shan was startled and timidly shrank back.
The underlings were also puzzled, but none of them dared to say it out loud, and could only keep it to themselves.
"Go and see the staff at this hotel. Give them better benefits and raise their wages. Then, Hengqing, you will be the manager of this hotel and you will be in charge of it."
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 145 Setting the Rules
"Since you have all decided to follow me, I will set two rules today. First, although we are people who live in the underworld, we must never do anything immoral or immoral. This is a must. Second, there can be no drug trafficking. Absolutely not!"
Yang Feng stood in front of a large group of thugs and spoke loudly.
Upon hearing this, the underlings exchanged bewildered glances. They could accept these two rules, but the underling who had previously dealt drugs turned deathly pale. Recalling everything that had happened in the underground parking lot, he resolved to repent.
"If I find out you've broken these rules, you know what will happen, do you hear me!"
Yang Feng's gaze swept over them, and he released a powerful aura that enveloped all his underlings present.
This imposing presence comes from the mercenary profession.
"I heard you!!!"
The underlings shouted wildly in unison.
"Good to hear. Follow me, and you'll reap the rewards."
Yang Feng nodded slightly, then looked at Heng Qing and asked:
"How many people are there in total here now?"
Hengqing looked at him and said, "There are 153 people in total."
Yang Feng thought for a moment and said, "It's alright. You can continue recruiting followers. Also, find someone to clean up the underground parking lot. Remember to send someone who keeps quiet."
"Understood," Hengqing nodded and replied.
Yang Feng gave a few more instructions to maintain order in the hotel, then changed his clothes, left the Phoenix Hotel, and headed towards the bus stop, just as a bus bound for the Pingfan residential area arrived.
After getting into the car, Yang Feng took out his phone and made a call to Rett. The call was answered.
The assassin's full name is Jack Barrett, but Yang Feng prefers to call him Rett now.
"Hello, Young Master Yang, is there anything I can help you with?" Rett asked.
"After midnight today, go and take care of someone for me. He's probably going abroad. Get me the 50 million check he has on him—"
After giving his instructions, Yang Feng hung up the phone, sent Zhang Chen a message, closed his eyes to rest, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
Meanwhile, the passengers sitting in front of and behind him all turned their gazes to Yang Feng's handsome face, their eyes filled with surprise and disdain.
The girl sitting across the aisle from him was attracted by Yang Feng's aura when she saw him get into the car, especially his aloofness. Plus, he was quite handsome. She was about to go up and chat him up to ask for his QQ number.
It turned out that this person was mentally ill.