The Secret of the Yoga Club: The Women's Identity is Not Simple

When the three men saw that it was Lin Feng who came in, their expressions changed simultaneously. Director Wang wisely refrained from entering.

Ah Bin sprang up from the bench, the handcuffs clanking against the iron armrest. Ah Hao opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Old Ghost's nonchalant expression faltered for a moment, then quickly returned to its original shape as he stared at Lin Feng with a hard and stubborn look.

After seeing Raymond Lam, he realized that he was the one who had caused all the trouble today.

"Mr. Lin, what do you mean by this? What did we do wrong? What right do you have to send the police to arrest us?" Old Gui spoke first, his voice rough and hoarse, carrying the husky tone of years of smoking and drinking.

Lin Feng stood in the middle of the detention cell, looking down at the three of them. He didn't speak immediately, but instead took out a cigarette case from his pocket, pulled one out, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter.

The smoke rose slowly under the harsh white light. He took a drag and then exhaled the smoke through his nostrils.

"Don't you know why we're arresting you? Gambling in a group, illegal detention, intentional assault, extortion... that's enough to get you charged, isn't it? And... I invited you to dinner today as a favor. If you don't give me that favor, then let's meet somewhere else. I think this place is pretty good; it's quiet and no one will bother us."

Old Gui's lips twitched. He said that this is a society governed by law, and these old cases have long been out of date. Without evidence, you can't arrest people, but now that they've been arrested, there's no point in saying anything.

Lin Feng held a cigarette between his fingers, slowly walked up to Lao Gui, and looked down at him. "Should I have Chief Wang pull out your old files and read them to you one by one? Ah Bin, two years ago you broke someone's leg while collecting loan shark money; the victim is still undergoing rehabilitation. Ah Hao, the year before that, he worked as a dealer at the underground casino in the Keda Hotel, involved in organizing gambling, with a huge sum of money involved. Lao Gui, you have even more to your name—operating a casino, illegal detention, organizing prostitution. These cases were suppressed at the time, but the files are still there. I'm reopening the investigation process; what do you think the outcome will be?"

Ah Bin's face turned pale instantly. Ah Hao looked down at the handcuffs on his hands, his fingers trembling slightly. Old Gui's lips moved, his Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't say a word.

Lin Feng looked into Lao Gui's eyes, his voice not loud but each word clearly enunciated. "Do you really think I didn't hear the things you've been spreading behind my back? Or do you think I don't care? I'm not here to pursue those things today. I'll only say this once: those who are willing to follow Long Lin and walk the righteous path will receive all the wages, bonuses, social security, and year-end dividends they're entitled to. Those who don't want to leave can leave, but they can't cause trouble outside under Long Lin's name. If anyone still wants to drag a bunch of brothers back to their old ways, don't blame me for being ruthless."

He threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stubbed it out with the sole of his shoe, then straightened up and looked at the three men. "You can stay here for a few days. When you've thought things through, have someone notify me. If you haven't, just stay. Director Wang has spare detention cells here, with food and lodging provided. He won't miss any of you." With that, he turned and walked towards the door.

Old Ghost suddenly stood up behind Lin Feng, the handcuffs twitching against the armrest of the iron chair with a piercing metallic scraping sound.

He said, "Lin Feng, this is an abuse of power. He's going to find a lawyer and file a complaint." Lin Feng paused, turned his head to look at Old Ghost, and said calmly, "I can get you here, and I can put you in jail. You'd better stay here and reflect on your actions."

After speaking, he pushed open the iron gate and walked out.

When they arrived at the police station, Wang Ming was still standing there waiting. Lin Feng took 10,000 yuan in cash from the car, put it in an envelope, walked over, shook hands with Wang Ming, and quietly slipped the envelope into his hand.

Tell him to take good care of these three people inside, especially that guy called Old Ghost, he's too stubborn and needs to be looked after.

Wang Ming understood perfectly and put the envelope into his pocket, saying, "Don't worry, Mr. Lin, I guarantee I'll smooth out their rough edges."

Let's lock them up for a week first, then these guys will definitely behave themselves.

Kui Zi stood beside the car watching this scene. After Lin Feng got into the car, he started the engine and the car drove away from the old street where the police station was located.

With one hand gripping the steering wheel, he gave Lin Feng a thumbs-up with the other, saying, "Brother Lin, that was a really ruthless move."

Without using knives or guns, a single phone call was enough to get them locked up; those guys probably still haven't realized what's happening.

Lin Feng leaned back in the passenger seat and closed his eyes, saying, "If I don't teach you a lesson, you'll really think I'm a pushover."

……

The next morning, Lin Feng met with Yong Hu in the Shuntong Logistics office.

Yonghu went to Zijin City, the provincial capital, a few days ago to discuss a purchase contract for new energy trucks. He didn't look too good when he came back.

Last time I went to the provincial capital to discuss purchasing new cars with BYD's dealer in Jiangbei Province, their attitude was lukewarm, they were very firm on the price, and they only gave me a few short test drives, and they wouldn't even provide the actual battery range data.

Yonghu felt that the other party might be taking advantage of Shuntong being a new company and lacking sincerity, so they wanted to lower the price.

After listening, Lin Feng turned the teacup on the table and said that he would go there in person today and ask Yonghu to go with him.

The two quickly packed their things and set off. The dark blue Cadillac drove for nearly three hours on the highway before entering the territory of Zijin City.

Zijin City is the capital of Jiangbei Province, and it's not even in the same league as second- or third-tier cities like Hehai. After exiting the highway, the number of cars on the road increased significantly, and there were overpasses and office buildings everywhere. The glass curtain walls of the buildings on both sides of the road reflected dazzling light in the sunlight.

Yonghu sat in the passenger seat, flipping through information about BYD's dealership on a tablet. This dealership was called Jinding Auto Trade, BYD's largest commercial vehicle dealer in Jiangbei Province. The owner, surnamed Jin, had been in the provincial capital's automotive industry for over twenty years and was a very shrewd man.

When he came to discuss things last time, the other party clearly didn't take a small local company like Shuntong seriously. The price they quoted was much higher than the market price, and the after-sales terms were also very harsh.

The Cadillac drove into the parking lot of Jinding Auto Trade. Jinding's showroom was huge, occupying an entire three-story commercial building, and several rows of various new energy vehicle models were parked inside.

Lin Feng didn't rush in. Instead, he walked around the parking lot and checked Jin Ding's inventory of vehicles and charging stations.

He discovered that Jin Ding had a large number of vehicles in stock, with no fewer than dozens of new energy trucks parked in the parking lot alone. Several of them were covered with a thin layer of dust, indicating that they had been sitting there for some time.

Having a general idea in mind, he straightened his shirt collar and pushed open the door to the showroom. Yonghu followed beside him, whispering that the sales director who had greeted them last time was surnamed Fu, and his attitude was lukewarm.

The deputy director came down from his office on the second floor. He was a man in his early forties, wearing a light blue Oxford shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his forearms, and a mechanical watch on his wrist.

Just like when Yonghu came last time, he reached out and shook hands with Lin Feng, his fingers limp and without any strength.

Leading the two people towards the negotiation room on the second floor, he said as they walked that the recent new energy vehicle policies were good and the subsidies for purchasing cars were substantial. Their orders were full, the supply was a bit tight, and there was not much room for price reductions.