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After leaving Shen Qianqian's house, Lin Feng took a taxi straight to the parking lot of Shuntong Logistics.

Today is a big day; the official signing ceremony between Tianlong Group and Shuntong Logistics is scheduled for noon.

He Qianwen sent her assistant to handle the specific procedures. The signing documents were reviewed clause by clause by both parties' legal teams yesterday. Today is basically just a formality: signing, stamping, and then having a celebratory meal together.

When Lin Feng arrived at the parking lot, Kui Zi was already waiting in the conference room.

The meeting room was converted from the largest room on Shuntong's side. A traffic map of Hehai City was hanging on the wall, and a dark blue tablecloth was laid on the table, along with several bottles of mineral water and two bound contracts.

Old Qian and several driver representatives sat on the side near the door. They had all changed into clean work clothes, their hair was neatly combed, and they had an unaccustomed solemnity on their faces.

The legal counsel and assistant from Tianlong Group sat opposite them, with the original contract and the company seal spread out in front of them.

When Lin Feng pushed the door open and came in, Lao Qian stood up and called out "President Lin" in a louder voice than usual, with an uncontrollable joy in his voice.

Lin Fengchong nodded to him, walked to the table, picked up the contract, and flipped through it again.

The equity terms, vehicle allocation plan, and route subcontracting details are basically consistent with what He Qianwen said yesterday.

Tianlong Group contributed 15 nearly new vans and the right to use six intercity routes as shares, holding 30% of Shuntong Logistics' shares, with voting rights delegated to Lin Feng.

Shuntong takes over Tianlong Group's existing less-than-truckload (LTL) freight business, pays Tianlong a route usage fee on a quarterly basis, and retains the profits.

After both parties signed and stamped the last page, the assistant put the contract into a file bag, stood up, and shook hands with Lin Feng.

Old Qian led the applause, and several drivers followed suit, making the applause particularly loud in the not-so-spacious conference room.

Lunch after the signing was arranged in the staff canteen next to the parking lot. Tianlong Group's assistant and legal counsel rushed back to the company after lunch, but Lao Qian held onto Lin Feng, not letting him leave, insisting on having a couple more drinks.

He said that when he was driving sports cars, he always dreamed of cooperating with a big company like Tianlong. Now he has actually signed a contract. He said that when he goes back and tells his wife about it, she definitely won't believe him.

Lin Feng drank two cups of tea with him and said that the work ahead would not be easy. Tianlong's clients had much higher requirements than local clients. Timeliness, damage rate, and order return speed were all factors that needed to be met.

Old Qian patted his chest and said there was no problem, saying that several new drivers had come recently, all of whom had come to apply after hearing the news that Shuntong was going to cooperate with Tianlong.

This is true.

After the news of the signing spread, Shuntong's recruitment calls never stopped.

In just a few days, HR has interviewed more than 20 drivers, four or five of whom are veterans who used to work for large logistics companies.

Kui Zi looked through the resumes sent by HR and said that these people used to earn more than 10,000 yuan a month. They came to us now because they saw the potential of cooperating with Tianlong.

Lin Feng told him to pick a few reliable people to stay and try out, with their salaries set at the standard for regular employees.

In the afternoon, Lin Feng and Kui Zi visited several billiard halls. With only two days left before the start of the new semester, most students had returned to school, and the billiard halls were packed from afternoon until the early hours of the morning.

I stayed at the shop near the north gate of Hohai University for about half an hour, and none of the dozen or so pool tables on the first floor were empty.

The female sparring partners, dressed in matching short skirts, moved between the pool tables. Some were bending over, teaching customers how to aim the ball, while others sat at the bar chatting with customers waiting for a table.

These girls had all worked at Platinum Bay before, and they could handle innocent college students with ease. With just a few words, they could make a nervous guy who couldn't even hold the golf club properly relax and obediently buy a membership card.

The private rooms for foot massage on the second floor were also full.

Kui Zi checked the sales figures with the store manager. The average daily turnover of the single store has been stable at over 30,000 yuan in the past week, and can reach 40,000 yuan on weekends.

After listening, Lin Feng did some mental calculations. The seven stores combined would generate seven to eight million yuan in revenue per month. After deducting rent, labor, materials, and depreciation, the net profit would be quite considerable.

Tell the store manager to maintain the current service standards and not lower the quality in order to take in more customers. If there are not enough staff, hire and train more people. It is better to have customers wait in line than to ruin the reputation.

The store manager said that several college students had already applied for the coaching job part-time; they were all good-looking, but their skills were terrible. Lin Feng said that skills could be improved, but the key was being good at talking and getting along with people, so he suggested that an experienced employee mentor them.

It was already dark when I came out of the billiards hall.

Lin Feng sat in the passenger seat, watching the street scene recede outside the window, his mind racing with the matter he had been pondering lately.

He wanted to start a second legitimate business. Billiard halls and foot massage parlors are end-service industries, while logistics and transportation are intermediate links in the supply chain. Although these two businesses have stable cash flow, their growth potential is limited.

If Longlin Group wants to truly grow bigger, it needs to enter a field with a larger market and higher profits.

The city's annual planning projects and government procurement represent a huge market—municipal engineering, landscaping, renovation of old residential areas, and river management. These projects often involve bids in the tens of millions of yuan. If you can secure even a small portion of these projects, the profits will far exceed the total profits of all the stores combined.

But he lacked someone who could tell him the city's next steps in its planning.

He Qianwen couldn't help with this kind of thing. Tianlong Group's business was concentrated in transportation and new energy, which was not in the same circle as government procurement.

Hong Jie has extensive connections in the underworld, but she doesn't have much influence in official circles. The only person who can provide him with this kind of information is Ye Qinghan—she is the director of the Hehai City Public Security Bureau, and she attends all the meetings of the Municipal Party Committee Standing Committee, so she must know the city's planning direction.

But he hasn't replied to a single message she's sent him these past few days.

Lin Feng took out his phone and scrolled to Ye Qinghan's WeChat chat. The latest message was still the smiling emoji he sent this morning, followed by a long message from her saying, "Don't do this again in the future," and then the message he sent the night of the incident: "The photos have been processed and have not been leaked."

I stared at the screen for a while, my thumbs repeatedly rubbing against the keyboard, typing a few words and then deleting them, then typing them again.

Actually, it's not that Ye Qinghan is to blame for what she said. What happened that night would be a psychological shock to anyone. As the director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, she had to consider much more than he did.

Lin Feng just didn't know how to respond, feeling that no matter what he said, it wouldn't be right.

Just as I was thinking about this, my phone suddenly rang.

Ye Qinghan's name flashed on the screen. Lin Feng paused for a moment, then swiped to answer the call.

Ye Qinghan's voice came from the other end of the phone, her tone hesitant, a stark contrast to her usual decisiveness when giving orders at the bureau. "Lin Feng, it's me. Have you been busy lately? Why haven't you replied to my messages?"

Lin Feng leaned back in the passenger seat, watching the streetlights recede into the distance outside the car window.

I've been quite busy lately. Shuntong and Tianlong just signed a cooperation agreement today, and there's a ton of stuff going on at the store. Plus, I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed and don't know what to reply, so I didn't.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

When Ye Qinghan spoke again, her voice was much softer. "I'm going back to Hohai University tonight. Can you come pick me up? There are some things I want to tell you in person."

Lin Feng said okay, what time is your flight? I'll wait for you at the airport.

After hanging up the phone, Kui Zi glanced at him from the driver's seat and asked if he wanted him to come along. Lin Feng said no, he could go by himself this time.