Returning to my senior year of high school before college, I became addicted to dating.

On August 22nd, a rain fell in Huanan County, which cooled down the heat that had lasted for several days by half.

Lin Feng sat in his boss's chair at home, with his feet propped up on the computer desk, holding half a watermelon in his hand and scooping it out with a spoon.

Zhang Min was processing Taobao orders on her computer, while two customer service girls chattered away in a QQ group.

In the voice message, Zhang Min said, "Tell him that the delivery was slow because we were eating. Please be understanding, brother."

Lin Feng nearly spat out his watermelon: "Is this how you teach them?"

Zhang Min rolled her eyes at him: "Then what should I say? Say my boyfriend is too busy chasing girls to ship the goods?"

Lin Feng stopped talking and focused on digging up the watermelon.

Just then, a message arrived in my email.

He wiped his hands and clicked to view.

The numeric domain name 111 has been offered 25 yuan.

He replied with two words using one hand: 30.

The other party replied instantly: Deal.

Half an hour later, he picked up his phone and checked the amount to confirm that it was correct.

"Sold another one." He waved his phone at Zhang Min.

"How much?"

"Three hundred thousand."

Zhang Min put down the mouse, turned to look at him, and asked with an expression as if she were looking at an alien: "How much did you pay to register this?"

"One hundred and twenty."

"Selling it for 300,000 out of 1.2 million?"

"Um."

"You call this business? This is robbery, and robbery with receipts."

Lin Feng laughed and said, "Robbery is risky, but this isn't."

On August 24th, a large crowd gathered at the entrance of Galaxy Entertainment City.

The free trial of billiards has been going on for several days now, and there's a queue every day from morning till night.

The young people in Huanan County are so bored that when they hear there's a place where they can play billiards for free, they all bring their families there.

Lin Feng watched from the bar counter. There were more than 20 people lined up at the entrance, including a few students from No. 4 Middle School, smoking cigarettes and wearing slippers, looking like they were at a market.

Tiger ran over, covered in sweat, his T-shirt soaked and clinging to his body, looking like he'd just been pulled out of the river.

"Brother Feng, there are too many people, and we don't have enough pool tables."

"Make them line up, one round to decide the winner, the winner stays, the loser is replaced."

"What if you keep winning?"

"Then let's keep fighting. Fight until we lose."

Tiger gave him a thumbs up: "Your brain is amazing."

He turned to go downstairs, then turned back: "By the way, Zhang Hao's father, Zhang Debiao, asked around again today. This time he asked the fire department, it seems like they're coming to investigate us."

Lin Feng leaned against the bar and lit a cigarette: "Fire department?"

"Hmm. Does our renovation meet fire safety standards?"

"Whether he passes or not is not up to him alone." Lin Feng exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Have the men set out all the fire extinguishers, six on each floor, and make sure the evacuation routes aren't cluttered."

Tiger nodded and went to make the arrangements.

At 2 p.m., two bread trucks stopped at the entrance of the online entertainment center.

The car door opened, and five or six people got out.

The man leading the group was a middle-aged man in his fifties, wearing a white shirt, suit pants, and polished leather shoes. His belly was so protruding that he looked like he was seven months pregnant.

Two uniformed men followed beside him, with signs on their chests that read "Firefighter".

Raymond Lam was at the bar on the first floor discussing the number of cards sold yesterday with Tiger.

The man in the white shirt walked in, his gaze sweeping around the room before finally settling on Lin Feng: "Are you the boss?"

"I am."

"My surname is Zhang, and my name is Zhang Debiao." He spoke with his chin slightly raised and his nostrils pointing directly at people, exuding an air of official authority.

"I'm from the Forestry Bureau. These are my two friends from the fire brigade; they've come to check on your fire-fighting facilities."

Lin Feng put down his pen, walked out from behind the bar, and extended his hand: "Director Zhang, it's an honor to meet you."

Zhang Debiao didn't shake hands, but glanced down at his hand and then raised it again:

"I'm not shaking hands anymore, I just went to the toilet and didn't wash my hands."

Tiger's face turned green from behind.

Lin Feng withdrew his hand and smiled, "It's nothing. My hands weren't clean either; I was picking my toes just now."

Zhang Debiao's face stiffened. The two uniformed men behind him twitched at the corners of their mouths, suppressing their laughter.

"Where's your fire extinguisher?" Zhang Debiao looked around.

Lin Feng pointed to the corner of the wall: "There are six there. There are six on each floor, upstairs and downstairs, a total of twenty-four."

He then pointed to the fire escape: "There are evacuation routes on both sides, each 1.5 meters wide, which meets the standard. There are 16 emergency lights installed, and two safety exit signs on each floor."

Zhang Debiao was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting Lin Feng to have prepared so thoroughly.

He glanced back at the two firefighters, one of whom whispered, "Director Zhang, the equipment definitely meets the standards."

Zhang Debiao, losing face, took two steps forward and tapped the marble countertop of the bar: "Did you report this renovation? Has it passed fire safety inspection?"

Lin Feng pulled a file folder from under the bar counter and placed it on the counter: "Fire safety inspection certificate, business license, tax registration certificate, health permit, it's all here."

Zhang Debiao picked up the file folder, flipped through it, and his expression grew increasingly grim.

He originally thought he could find some faults, but Lin Feng got all the certificates he could get.

Documents were easier to obtain during this period; there weren't many complicated procedures.

"When did you get these certificates?" Zhang Debiao asked.

One month before the trial operation.

Zhang Debiao put down the file bag, stared at Lin Feng for a few seconds, and said, "Young man, you're quite steady in your work."

Lin Feng smiled and said, "It can't be unstable, otherwise people might cause trouble."

Zhang Debiao's lips twitched, and he turned to leave. After taking two steps, he turned back: "By the way, do you know Zhang Hao?"

"know."

"He broke two ribs, did you know?"

"I've heard about it."

"Who hit him?"

Lin Feng looked him in the eye, neither looking away nor flinching: "I don't know. But Director Zhang, were you aware that your son brought two henchmen to ambush me at the Western restaurant?"

Zhang Debiao remained silent.

Raymond Lam leaned against the bar, his tone indifferent:

"If you don't know, go back and ask your son. I have witnesses and video evidence. It wasn't easy for you to get to where you are today, was it? Don't let yourself be caught off guard."

Zhang Debiao's face turned completely dark. He gritted his teeth, puffed out his cheeks, and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Fine, you're something else."

Lin Feng smiled and waved his hand, "Take care, Director Zhang."

Zhang Debiao and his men left, the van started up, and disappeared around the corner in a flash.

Tiger suddenly appeared from behind and sidled up to Raymond Lam: "Brother Lam, when did you record this?"

"It wasn't recorded."

"Then what you just said..."

"It was just to scare him." Lin Feng lit a cigarette. "I wasn't injured, so recording it wouldn't really be of any use. But he's too scared to gamble."

Tiger paused for two seconds, then slammed his hand on the bar counter: "Damn! You're too cunning!"

Lin Feng exhaled a puff of smoke: "That's called strategy."

"Give me a break, you're just being malicious."