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Shen Fei leaned back on the sofa, swirling the crystal glass in his hand, and looking at the night view outside the window.

Pete, however, seemed somewhat uneasy.

"Boss, it's been an hour, shall we head out?"

"It's not worth offending local officials for a house."

Shen Fei turned his head, glanced at him, and smiled.

"Running away won't help, and this isn't just about the house."

"My brother is getting married, and I agreed to it because it's about his pride. I can't let him lose face in front of his parents-in-law."

Pete was stunned.

Just then, the phone on the coffee table vibrated and the screen lit up; it was a call from Manager Zhang.

Shen Fei picked up his phone and pressed speakerphone.

"Mr. Shen, the matter has been taken care of."

"I've found out who you were looking for."

"explain."

"That young master's name is Huang Tianci. His father is Huang Dechang, the director of the Jiangcheng City Construction Committee, who is in charge of real estate project approvals. The approval for Phase II of No. 1 Courtyard is in his hands."

"Huang Tianci himself is incompetent, just a spoiled brat who messes around because of his father's power. I found out he was at the Dynasty KTV in the west of the city, bragging to a bunch of people about how he snatched the house you wanted with just a few words."

Pete clenched his fists as he listened.

Shen Fei's face remained expressionless; he simply asked:

"What happened to what I asked you to look up?"

"I got it too."

"Huang Dechang is corrupt. I had someone get his account books and photos from the past few years from his mistress. Among them are photos of Mr. Ma, the developer of No. 1 Courtyard, giving him money. These things are enough to make him suffer."

"very good."

Shen Fei nodded. "Send the information to my email, thank you."

"Mr. Shen, you're too kind. It's enough that I can help you."

The phone hangs up.

Pete immediately leaned closer and asked in a low voice:

"Boss, we have something. Should we call the police now, or hand it over to the disciplinary committee?"

"No."

"That would be too easy on them, and it would cause too much of a commotion. There's no need for that."

Shen Fei picked up his phone, found a number, and dialed it.

The phone rang for a long time before being answered, and a timid voice came from the other end.

"Is...is...is this Mr. Shen?"

It's Mr. Ma, the developer of No. 1 Courtyard.

"Mr. Ma, are you still awake?"

Shen Fei spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he were chatting casually.

"I dare not sleep, I dare not sleep. Mr. Shen, about the house... I'm so sorry, I..."

"I didn't mention the house."

"I just wanted to ask, what does Director Huang's son, Huang Tianci, like to do in his spare time?"

Mr. Ma on the other end of the phone went silent instantly.

After several seconds, Mr. Ma said, his voice trembling with tears:

"Mr. Shen, what...what are you going to do? Please don't do anything rash! That person...we can't afford to offend them!"

"You can't afford to mess with me, but I can."

"You don't need to do anything, just wait to answer the phone."

After saying that, Shen Fei hung up the phone.

Then, he pulled out his contacts and found Su Man's number.

"Hey, Shen Fei? Still up so late?"

Su Man's voice sounded somewhat surprised.

"I need your help with something small."

"Just tell me, and I'll do it."

"Do you know the owner of the Dynasty KTV in Jiangcheng?"

"Dynasty KTV? I know it. Our company held its annual meeting there before. The boss's surname is Zhao, I have his number in my phone. What's up?"

"very good."

Shen Fei laughed, "Can you call Boss Zhao for me and tell him that I said I want to invite the guests at the Emperor's Hall to see a movie?"

……

Dynasty KTV, Emperor's Hall.

The private room was filled with smoke and the smell of alcohol.

Huang Tianci was surrounded by several rich second-generation heirs. His face was flushed from drinking, one foot was on the coffee table, and he was holding a bottle of Ace of Spades champagne, bragging about it.

"See that? That's power! In Jiangcheng, there's nothing my dad can't get done with a single word!"

He swirled the bottle of liquor. "That country bumpkin from out of town dares to try and steal the prime apartment in Building One from me? I'll make sure he never even gets a chance to touch the door! Haha!"

"Young Master Huang is awesome!"

"Exactly! Who does he think he is, some outsider!"

Several friends immediately began to flatter him.

Huang Tianci was enjoying himself when the huge screen in the private room, which was playing a music video, suddenly went black.

The music stopped.

"What happened? Is it broken?"

A friend asked.

Huang Tianci shouted impatiently:

"Waiter! Where have you been?! Get in here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black screen lit up again.

Instead of a music video, a photograph appeared on the screen.

The background of the photo is a private room in a teahouse, where a middle-aged man is smiling as he takes a thick brown paper bag from a fat man.

That middle-aged man was Huang Tianci's father, Huang Dechang!

"What...is this?"

The private room fell silent immediately.

Huang Tianci sobered up a bit, staring intently at the screen, his heart pounding.

Before he could react, the photo changed.

The next picture is an intimate photo of his father and a woman.

Next was a screenshot of a bank transfer record, with the recipient being that woman.

One photo after another was shown, each one a piece of evidence of his father Huang Dechang's corruption!

The Imperial Hall was deathly quiet.

The friends who were just praising him are now quietly retreating as if they were avoiding a plague.

"Turn it off! Turn it off right now!"

Huang Tianci screamed.

The KTV manager stumbled in, his face deathly pale.

"Young Master Huang... something terrible has happened! Our system has been remotely controlled! We can't do anything!"

Just then, Huang Tianci's phone rang.

He answered the phone with trembling hands, and his father's suppressed roar came through the line:

"You unfilial son! Who did you offend out there?! Now! Right now! Get your ass back here!"

Huang Tianci's legs went weak, his phone fell to the ground, and he collapsed.

At this moment, in the presidential suite of the Westin Hotel, Shen Fei calmly looked at the surveillance footage on his laptop.

The scene depicts everything that happens in the Imperial Palace.

Pete stood to the side, his mouth agape, and the way he looked at Shen Fei had changed.

"Boss... this..."

Shen Fei closed his laptop, picked up his wine glass, and drank the rest of the red wine in one gulp.

"The best way to deal with someone who likes to manipulate the rules is to bring them into the open."

His phone rang again; the caller was Mr. Ma from No. 1 Courtyard.

Shen Fei answered the phone.

"Mr. Shen! Grandpa Shen! I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

Mr. Ma's voice trembled with tears, "The house is yours! I'll send you the contract right away! No! I won't sell it! I'll give it to you! Consider it an apology!"

"No need to send it."

Shen Fei said calmly, "I'll pay whatever it costs. Prepare the contract by tomorrow morning."

After hanging up the phone, I received a text message from Wang Hao.

"Feizi, don't force yourself about the house. If it doesn't work out, just forget about it. Don't cause trouble for me."

Shen Fei looked at the text message, the coldness on his face dissipated, and a smile appeared.

He replied with two words:

"rest assured."