"I’m not someone who plays favorites. Since I promised it’s a meeting gift, naturally everyone should get a share!" Lin Feng said with a light smile as he stuffed two stacks of cash into Zhu Xiuyue’s hands, "Xiuyue, when you get back later, distribute this meeting gift money to everyone at the standard of twenty thousand per person... as long as they are with us."

"Alright, Brother Feng..." Zhu Xiuyue had some doubts about the effect of Lin Feng distributing money, but in front of so many people, she didn’t argue with him. Instead, she responded obediently and then returned to the Martial Hall under the escort of the security guards who had taken the money.

Only then did Lin Feng start speaking to Bai Yuanshan and Xu Yishan with an apologetic tone, "Just a small matter that took up so much time, really sorry about that, please go inside, esteemed seniors..."

"Lin Feng, Lin Feng... You’re really something, kid!" Bai Yuanshan said with a bit of admiration, "I have to say I’m quite impressed with Ning Fuxun’s judgment. He managed to find you; he really has an eye for talent."

"Hahaha... Old Bai, you’re only realizing Lin Feng’s prowess now? Isn’t that a bit late!"

At that moment, Ning Fuxun’s hearty laugh suddenly came from the crowd. Apparently, he had been nearby for a while, watching the scene unfold. Seeing Lin Feng had the situation under control, he finally stepped out from the crowd.

The reporters present let out gasps and began taking photos of Ning Fuxun with their cameras as soon as he appeared.

These reporters never expected that a seemingly ordinary Martial Hall opening would first attract Deputy Mayor Yang Tian, then people from the Hong Sect, and now Jiangzhou City’s richest man, Ning Fuxun, was here too. The news material today is just too rich...

If these reporters knew that Mayor Cao Tiannan and Jiangzhou Military Division’s Commander Lin Zhonghua had long been sipping tea on the Martial Hall’s rooftop, who knows what they’d think...

"Ning Fuxun, Ning Fuxun, you really have some patience: hiding in the crowd for so long before coming out. Are you intentionally trying to see me make a fool of myself?" Bai Yuanshan laughed softly at Ning Fuxun, gently patting his shoulder.

"I wouldn’t dare..." Ning Fuxun shook his head with a smile, turning his gaze to Lin Feng with a hint of satisfaction, "But Lin Feng, you’ve indeed surprised me. I didn’t expect your performance to be so outstanding..."

Actually, Ning Fuxun was more curious about what method Lin Feng had used to get the entire Martial Hall’s data from his subordinate Liu Heng. He personally asked Liu Heng, who only wept and begged for forgiveness but stubbornly refused to explain why he handed the data to Lin Feng. However, due to concerns that Liu Heng’s actions might affect the reputation of the Ning Corporation, Ning Fuxun didn’t rush to confront Lin Feng about it.

Lin Feng merely chuckled in response to Ning Fuxun’s praise. His soul wasn’t that of a twenty-something young man; this carrot-and-stick tactic to win people over was something he did quite a bit during his time in the White Wolf Squad, so it was second nature to him.

After exchanging greetings with Lin Feng, Ning Fuxun looked around and didn’t see Ning Aoxue. He instinctively asked Lin Feng, "Aoxue, isn’t she here yet at such a lively occasion?"

"She probably hasn’t arrived yet..." Lin Feng knew Ning Fuxun was concerned about Ning Aoxue’s safety, so he added, "I have a friend protecting her; they’ll come over together when the time comes."

"Alright, you go ahead and keep busy. I’ll wander inside..." Ning Fuxun nodded, gently patted Lin Feng’s shoulder, and was about to proceed when he suddenly heard someone calling him from not far behind.

"Boss Ning... You’re here too?!"

It was a middle-aged man’s voice, with a hint of surprise and disbelief, as if seeing Ning Fuxun here was quite astonishing to him...

Hearing this, Lin Feng instinctively looked towards the source of the voice and saw Tang Rou, dressed in a dignified lady’s gown and draped with a fur shawl, smiling at him. Beside her was the astonished Tang Zhendong...

The one who had just spoken was Tang Zhendong...

"Oh... I wondered who was calling me! So it’s Old Tang!" Ning Fuxun turned and, feeling somewhat delighted, walked over to Tang Zhendong, warmly shaking his hand...

Being one of the few wealthy men in Jiangzhou City, Ning Fuxun naturally knew Tang Zhendong. Although their relationship wasn’t very close, they could still exchange a few words...

Like now, Tang Zhendong was quite curious about why Ning Fuxun would come to attend this Martial Hall’s opening? What was the relationship between the richest man in Jiangzhou and Lin Feng?!

Lin Feng’s Martial Hall being able to invite Ning Fuxun over to the opening ceremony was rather exaggerated! Before even entering, Tang Zhendong was already taken aback by Lin Feng’s show of strength.

"Hello, Uncle Tang..." Lin Feng approached and, after shaking hands politely with Tang Zhendong, happily stood beside Tang Rou.

"Lin Feng... I’m late. I originally planned to arrive earlier, but my dad kept telling me not to rush..." Seeing Lin Feng, the first thing Tang Rou did was offer a shy apology. In her heart, on such an occasion, she should have come early to support Lin Feng through everything. But because of Tang Zhendong’s influence, she could only come now, leaving her feeling quite apologetic.

"Not at all, you’re not late; you’re just on time..." Lin Feng replied with a cheerful smile to Tang Rou, "We haven’t started cutting the ribbon yet...

"That’s good..." Tang Rou breathed a sigh of relief, gently patting her slightly raised chest with her jade hand, her face a bit flushed, "At least I won’t miss the ribbon cutting..."

"Sounds like you enjoy the excitement; why don’t we have my Little Rou join in the ribbon cutting ceremony later?" Lin Feng joked with a smile.

"No way..." Tang Rou waved her hand in slight panic, nervously saying to Lin Feng, "Lin Feng, I can’t... Those participating in the ribbon cutting are usually well-known entrepreneurs; I’m still just a student..."

"Haha... just kidding..." Lin Feng knew Tang Rou would refuse. Truthfully, having such a great beauty as Tang Rou squeezed among a group of old men to cut the ribbon indeed seemed a bit out of place...

"Lin Feng... how could you, you’re so bad!" Tang Rou blushed and chided lightly.

"Lin Feng, why don’t you come with Boss Ning and me to look around this new Martial Hall? Let this old man see some sights..." Over on the other side, seeing Lin Feng chat with his daughter right after arriving, Tang Zhendong couldn’t help but feel a bit neglected and called out casually.

Lin Feng naturally didn’t mind, but for him to abandon Tang Rou to entertain two old men was impossible. So, disregarding what Tang Zhendong thought, he grabbed Tang Rou’s hand and followed behind the two, heading into the Martial Hall...