I Get A Random New Occupation Every Week-Chapter 2597 - 2598: Gangster Rules

"So I won’t push the matter, after all, my brother-in-law helped me a lot when opening this tea house. I can’t cut off his financial support."

"That’s true, and you have quite a few people under you, even if there’s trouble, it won’t make much of a splash."

"Exactly, in such situations, they can’t call the police, so I’m not afraid at all."

Feng Jiaming took a sip of tea and said calmly:

"If I’m in a good mood, I’ll give them a couple of thousand back as travel expenses. But if they really piss me off, they won’t even get a fart and maybe a few slaps instead."

"You’re ruthless. You look gentle and refined, but you’re full of bad ideas," Luo Tianshu laughed heartily:

"I’m just a brute; I can only rely on my appearance to scare people. If things really go down, it’s still up to you."

"Don’t say that, you also helped me with quite a few things," Feng Jiaming said with a smile:

"If it weren’t for the 200,000 you lent me, I couldn’t have taken over this place. Now, I have quite a bit; they’ll send another 50,000 over later, then I’ll be able to pay you back."

"Haha, no rush, no rush. I really envy smart people like you. You make money so fast."

Feng Jiaming laughed heartily and checked the time, "I guess they’ll be here soon. You might as well stay and chat with them with me."

"You’re discussing serious matters; wouldn’t I be in the way here?"

"What’s wrong with that? You can help me hold the fort and save me from their nonsense."

"You have a point too; your aura isn’t as intimidating as mine," Luo Tianshu said.

"So stay. I’ll call some people over tonight and arrange for dinner, and let’s have a good drink."

"Then I won’t stand on ceremony. Today, I must rip you off properly."

"No problem."

As they were talking, a waitress in a cheongsam walked over.

"CEO Feng, there are three people downstairs asking for you."

"What do they look like? Are they dressed in Daoist robes?"

The waitress nodded, "Yes."

"I’ve been expecting them, let them come up."

The waitress turned and left, and the two of them straightened up, waiting for Lin Yi and the others to come.

Soon, footsteps were heard, and with the waitress leading, three people walked up.

Instinctively, Feng Jiaming and Luo Tianshu’s gazes fell on Zhuang Xiaoyun, their eyes showing a hint of greed.

"Brother Feng."

Li Yongnian stepped forward first, and Feng Jiaming warmly stood up.

They shook hands and introduced the people around them, getting acquainted with each other.

But Luo Tianshu, with his fierce look, made Li Yongnian a bit uneasy.

"I’ve addressed the road construction issue, but my brother-in-law said it’s not up to him alone; it requires the approval of other leaders in the scenic area before it can be approved. I’ve been waiting for the news recently; otherwise, I would’ve told you sooner."

Feng Jiaming took the lead in bringing up the topic, wanting to keep it short and not waste too much time.

"Isn’t there any chance at all?"

"It’s not entirely hopeless. A little more effort and it’s sure to work out."

Though he didn’t say it explicitly, Feng Jiaming was already hinting to Li Yongnian.

He was basically telling him, the one who needs to put in effort isn’t me, but you!

"It seems this thing is indeed difficult to handle," Li Yongnian sighed and said:

"What if we don’t go through with it? Brother Feng, could you return the money to me?"

"Hmm?"

Hearing this, Feng Jiaming and Luo Tianshu’s expressions both changed.

They had just said over the phone they would add another 50,000, but now in just an hour, they’ve changed their mind?!

"Daoist Master Li, what do you mean by this?"

Feng Jiaming’s expression suddenly turned cold, lacking the warmth from moments ago.

"Are you mocking me, thinking I have a lot of time on my hands?"

"No, no, that’s not what I meant."

Li Yongnian was a bit panicky, even a bit at a loss.

Under the table, Lin Yi gave Li Yongnian a kick to keep him from losing his nerve and took over the conversation.

"It’s mainly that this issue hasn’t been resolved, and we can’t wait any longer."

Feng Jiaming looked at Lin Yi, somewhat remembering him.

He seemed to recall that when Li Yongming was delivering money earlier, this person was by his side.

"Getting things done requires a little patience; nothing can be finished immediately."

"But you said before that it would definitely be settled within three days, and now we’re still waiting. This goes against Martial World Ethics."

"Unexpected situations are normal; no one can guarantee everything will go smoothly."

Feng Jiaming remained unmoved, not realizing he was treading on dangerous ground.

"You’re right; nothing is absolute, so we don’t want to wait anymore," Lin Yi said calmly:

"Return the money, and this matter will be settled."

Both Feng Jiaming and Luo Tianshu studied Lin Yi simultaneously.

They felt this person was different from Li Yongnian.

Although both were in Daoist clothes, this person exuded a gangster vibe.

"This Daoist Master, from the tone of your voice, it sounds like you’re threatening us."

"Business should be conducted peacefully; how could I be threatening you?" Lin Yi said coolly, "It’s just 50,000, not worth it."

"Then I must apologize; the money has already been sent up, not a penny is coming back."

"If you’re saying that, then I don’t appreciate it."

"Don’t appreciate it?" Feng Jiaming snorted coldly, "You don’t appreciate it, but you have to hear it. If you want to play the gangster game, you have to play by the rules."

Lin Yi reached back and pulled out the Defense Master Dagger.

"I’m not much for talking. If you have something to say, say it to this."

Seeing the black dagger on the table, everyone was surprised.

No one expected Lin Yi to bring out such a thing.

"Kid, you think waving around some junk knife would make us... ah—"

Before Luo Tianshu could finish his sentence, Lin Yi kicked him flying, the table and chairs behind him shattered.

Lin Yi held the dagger to Feng Jiaming’s neck.

"I guess you brought this fat guy for the show, but it’s useless," Lin Yi said:

"I might not take the money, but I must give you a stab. It’s up to you."

Feng Jiaming was a bit scared, every hair on his body standing on end.

It wasn’t the knife in Lin Yi’s hand he feared but his intimidating presence.

He had a premonition that this man before him would really do it!

"Get the knife away first..."

"If you’d known this would happen, why do it in the first place?"

Lin Yi said casually:

"Get the money together in ten minutes, or it’ll go up ten thousand for every minute over, your call."

"Give me an account number. I’ll transfer the money now," Feng Yongan said, panting heavily, his eyes showing a hint of malice.

And this, too, Lin Yi saw, but he didn’t care.