The night before the college entrance exam results were released, I redeemed my Peking University ad

This person was Huang Dafa.

Fucheng sitting cannon.

The name "Da Fa Ge" is very well-known on Fucheng Road and in the business world.

In his early years, Huang Dafa was not yet Boss Huang; he was known in the underworld as "Brother Dafa," and he was involved in dangerous and risky businesses.

Sand and gravel, earthwork, demolishing old buildings—do whatever makes money the fastest, and deal with whoever gets in the way.

In those years, some things of inexplicable origin often floated along the banks of the Fucheng River. The old folks would say in private that they were inextricably linked to Brother Dafa.

Later, during a crackdown, he was imprisoned for several years.

After being released, he became more shrewd and began to "whitewash" his past.

They stopped dealing with sand and gravel and switched to engineering contracting; they stopped earthwork and focused solely on municipal projects.

Those brothers who fought alongside him back then have transformed into "project managers" and "security supervisors" in his company. They all wear black suits and have short haircuts, and wherever they go, they exude the smell of cement from construction sites and the unique menacing aura of the underworld.

I must say, the transformation was quite successful.

Over the years, Huang Dafa has made a name for himself in the Fucheng real estate circle, amassing a fortune of over 100 million yuan. He has developed seven or eight real estate projects and undertaken countless municipal engineering projects.

Today, Huang Dafa is in high spirits, especially since it's a joyous occasion.

Just a few days ago, through some connections, he successfully got a share of the profits in the superconducting industrial park project.

Although it's just a peripheral project, such as temporary roads, fences, and earthwork removal, it's actually a superconducting industrial park!

Just being able to get a name on this project is enough to brag about for a lifetime, let alone make money!

At this moment, the VIP room was filled with the aroma of wine and was bustling with activity.

"Mr. Huang, I salute you! With the superconducting industrial park project now in place, you'll be the most sought-after figure in Fucheng!"

"Exactly! Mr. Huang, with your vision and boldness, we brothers have made the right choice in following you!"

"If you ask me, this superconducting industry is truly amazing! Let me tell you, it's something that could change the entire human race!"

"Hey, we don't know if it will change humanity, but we do know that following Boss Huang will definitely guarantee us some benefits!"

"Regardless of the price of this project that our General Manager Huang secured, just the reputation alone will make all the city leaders treat him with utmost respect from now on."

"You're being too kind! I heard there will be a second and third phase later. If Mr. Huang takes on a couple more projects then, his net worth will increase several times over. He'll be the richest man in Fucheng in no time!"

"Come on, a toast to General Manager Huang, a toast to superconductivity!"

"Dry!"

Huang Dafa sat in the main seat, his face beaming with pride and joy.

He picked up his glass, took a small sip, and said, "Not at all," "Brothers, you flatter me," but the corners of his mouth were stretched so wide they almost reached his ears.

I was so happy.

After so many years of trying to whitewash his image, what Huang Dafa lacks most is an "official endorsement".

Now that he has secured the superconducting industrial park project, he has gained confidence and a reputation. In Fucheng, who will dare to gossip about his past?

hum.

Once this project is completed, Huang Dafa will no longer be "whitewashing" his image, but rather "gilding" it!

And it's the most expensive layer of gold in the world!

"We still need to earn more money."

Huang Dafa was secretly pleased with himself, and the more he thought about it, the more smug he became, and the more he drank.

After finishing his third drink, he felt the urge to urinate and got up to leave the private room to go to the restroom.

After finishing, I was looking down to fasten my belt when I looked up and, through the gaps in the greenery at the corner of the corridor, I could see the window seat in the lobby.

Just one glance.

Huang Dafa's feet wouldn't budge.

A woman was sitting at the table by the window in the lobby.

A cream-colored Chanel-style jacket, a black base layer, stockings, long legs, and high heels.

When she smiles, her eyes crinkle, and it feels like she can steal your soul.

That figure, that aura, that face—

I'm a darling!

Huang Dafa lived to be over forty years old and had slept with no less than a reinforced platoon of women.

Models, internet celebrities, college students, young married women—what hasn't he tried?

Compared to the woman in front of him, all the women he had dated before were just vulgar and tasteless!

What is the origin of this?

If someone can't even book a private room, they're probably just a white-collar worker with a bit of a bourgeois taste.

Huang Dafa had seen plenty of women like this.

On the surface, they seem very aloof, but in reality, if you spend more money and drink more alcohol, in the end, it's all the same.

As the alcohol took effect, Huang Dafa's mind began to wander.

He went back to the private room first and whispered a few words to them.

The two henchmen understood immediately and arranged for a waiter to fetch the person.

Huang Dafa sat in the private room, lit a cigarette, crossed his legs, and waited.

The first time, I was rejected and came back.

Huang Dafa was a little surprised.

Okay, that's got character.

The second time, I was rejected again.

The private room fell silent for a moment.

Huang Dafa exhaled a puff of smoke, his face already looking rather pale.

The henchmen exchanged glances, but none of them dared to utter a sound.

Huang Dafa shoved the cigarette into the ashtray.

"If you refuse a toast, you'll have to drink a penalty cup."

He stood up, his belly bulging, wearing a tight-fitting polo shirt with the collar turned up high, a thumb-thick gold chain around his neck, and a gold watch on his wrist, all flashing with gold as he moved. His whole body screamed "nouveau riche".

Two henchmen followed behind him, one on the left and one on the right, one carrying a bottle of liquor and the other with a cigar in his mouth. They walked with a swagger, as if they wanted everyone to know how well they were doing.

As soon as Huang Dafa opened the door to the packing room, his gaze was fixed on Li Mei, looking her up and down, her eyes oily and greasy, as if he were sizing up a piece of merchandise waiting to be sold.

He strode to the table, completely ignoring Ji Bai, and grinned at Li Mei, his face crinkling with smiles:

"Hey beautiful, it's so lonely sitting alone in the lobby. Come on, come on, let's go to my private room. Order whatever you want, it's on me!"

Li Mei's face turned completely cold.

"Thank you, no need, I'm having dinner with my friends."

She emphasized the word "friends" very much.

Huang Dafa then glanced at Ji Bai as if he had just noticed that there was someone sitting next to him.

Wearing a black T-shirt and sneakers, with slightly messy hair, he didn't look like someone who was rich or powerful.

Huang Dafa became even less concerned, and his smile grew even more slick: "Young man, I'll take your friend over for a couple of drinks, let him get to know you. You don't mind, do you?"

Ji Bai slowly put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a tissue, looked up at Huang Dafa, and said in a neutral tone:

"I mind."

Huang Dafa's smile froze for a moment.

The henchman carrying the bottle immediately stepped forward and spoke with a forced smile:

"Young man, this is General Manager Huang. In Fucheng, if General Manager Huang stomped his foot, this entire building would tremble!"

"Mr. Huang is in a good mood today and wants to have a drink with your friend. That's giving you face, so don't be ungrateful."

After hearing this, Ji Bai was not angry at all; instead, he smiled.

He picked up a slice of grilled beef tongue, dipped it in sauce, slowly put it in his mouth, chewed it, and then looked up at his follower:

"Is your General Manager Huang... trained in some kind of legwork?"

The henchman was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

"If you stomp your foot, the building will shake three times."

"That's awesome!"