Chapter 13: Return to Dragon Soar

Lin Feng saw how agitated Zhang Wen was in his office and, fearing something might be wrong, smiled and said, "Haha, no need to get so worked up. Here, have some water to calm your nerves!"

"Chairman Lin, it's true! Otherwise, why would all our employees be asking about the price of the computers? Everyone’s eager to buy one first." Zhang Wen took a sip of water, steadied his emotions, and smiled in return.

"The company's pricing is set for the market, but if our own staff want to buy, it’ll naturally be much cheaper. Come, have a seat and we’ll talk." Lin Feng stood up, guided Zhang Wen to the sofa beside him, and spoke kindly, thinking to himself that Zhang Wen was about his father’s age, a national treasure of an expert, and deserved every bit of respect.

"Chairman Lin, I must say, the person who designed this system is a true genius. And the look of the computer—what a pity it would be not to bring someone like that into our company!" Zhang Wen sat on the sofa and tried to persuade Lin Feng.

Lin Feng of course understood his meaning, but Mo Tian’s existence was a secret he would never let a second person know. Still, he came up with a reasonable explanation and said to Zhang Wen, "Don’t worry about it. The designer is a sworn brother of mine. If I need anything, I can always ask him again. Whether or not he joins the company doesn’t matter."

"Oh, that’s good, that’s good," Zhang Wen said, finally at ease.

"As long as everyone likes this notebook, that’s what matters. It’s mainly aimed at young people, so the design is trendier. Next, we should develop a desktop computer unique to our company. Desktops are more expensive and have more components, which means higher profits." Lin Feng offered his suggestion, knowing full well that in the business world, making money was the ultimate goal.

"Yes, you’re absolutely right. We should develop it, and I’m confident we’ll succeed," Zhang Wen replied with determination.

"With your confidence, I’m relieved," Lin Feng said with satisfaction, before changing the subject, "By the way, the tests were all excellent, weren’t they?"

"Yes! We did thorough comparisons. Here’s the test report—look at these numbers. These are data comparisons with some of the best-selling high-end computers on the market, all priced around eight thousand, but our computer outperforms them." Zhang Wen handed over a data report, which Lin Feng read carefully.

While Lin Feng was absorbed in the report, Mo Tian appeared, disgruntled, muttering at Lin Feng’s side, "Is there any need to compare? I designed it! In our world, it was legendary. What’s there to doubt?"

"Excellent, truly excellent," Lin Feng said, nodding as he read the data. Then, seeing Xia Ruoxi enter, he instructed, "Let everyone know to speed up inventory these next few days; we’ll be launching soon!"

"Understood," Xia Ruoxi replied, nodding. Lin Feng and Zhang Wen continued discussing the computer, with Zhang Wen giving it the highest praise.

By the afternoon, after a spell of busyness, Lin Feng found another excuse to dump his work on Xia Ruoxi and left the office in style, making her roll her eyes so many times she almost saw the back of her head.

"Mo Tian, do you have any way to help others increase their strength?" Lin Feng asked as he headed to the Dragon Soar Gang.

"I do, actually! There’s a set of Overlord Techniques, including internal energy cultivation and a set of fist techniques—perfect for Zhao Ze and his group," Mo Tian answered without hesitation.

Good, that’s all he needed. It was time to go see Zhao Ze. The Dragon Soar Gang hadn’t had any major trouble lately, so it seemed Zhao Ze had everything under control.

At the headquarters of the Dragon Soar Gang, Zhao Ze was poring over the monthly data reports. Since Lin Feng had dealt with the Li family, over a month had passed. With the help of the four other hall masters, Zhao Ze had taken over with an iron hand. Especially after announcing the new rules—no involvement in vice, gambling, or drugs—a portion of members whose interests were threatened tried to stir up trouble but were dealt with harshly.

This month, gang members were assigned to various entertainment venues, each with stable jobs and impressive incomes. Now, opposition to Zhao Ze had all but vanished, and more and more rank-and-file members supported him.

"Sigh, Young Master Lin truly saw things clearly. Now that everyone’s doing well, who still wants to fight and kill?" Zhao Ze couldn’t help but sigh at the positive state of the gang.

"Heh, looks like you’ve done a great job. Things are going well, so you’ve got plenty of free time, don’t you?" A voice suddenly spoke from across the desk.

Startled by the unexpected voice, Zhao Ze looked around warily, and when he finally saw Lin Feng sitting opposite him, he jumped up and asked, "Ah, Young Master Lin, it’s you! When did you come in? How did I not notice?"

"No need to be so nervous. I’ve been here a while, but you were so focused I didn’t want to interrupt," Lin Feng explained with a smile.

"Young Master Lin, your skills are truly unmatched. If you’d been an assassin, I’d be dead a hundred times over," Zhao Ze said, full of admiration.

"It’s not that my skills are so high—it’s that your abilities are too low. The world is vast, and there are many extraordinary people out there," Lin Feng replied, instructive and calm.

"You’re right, Young Master Lin. I really have been a frog at the bottom of a well. But, may I ask why you’re here today?" Zhao Ze asked, puzzled.

"I came to check on you, to see if you could keep the Dragon Soar Gang under control. From your sigh just now, I can pretty much guess how things are going. And, as I promised before, the next time we met would be the time to help you improve your strength," Lin Feng explained, seeing Zhao Ze’s confusion.

Hearing the reason for Lin Feng’s visit, Zhao Ze trembled with excitement, pacing the room before turning to confirm, "What? Young Master Lin, you really can help me become stronger? You’re not joking?"

"I, Lin Feng, never joke about promises. I’ll teach you a set of techniques now. How far you go depends on your own talent," Lin Feng confirmed.

Before Zhao Ze could react, Lin Feng struck several acupoints to immobilize him. According to Mo Tian, the process of transferring energy would be painful, and Lin Feng was afraid Zhao Ze might break free and hurt them both. Once Zhao Ze was steady, Lin Feng placed his palm on Zhao Ze’s head. The internal energy from his dantian flowed through his meridians into his hand. He was about to pass on the energy and cleanse Zhao Ze’s body, expelling impurities so Zhao Ze could achieve something in the future, especially since, as an adult, his body had already become set in many ways.

After ten minutes, Zhao Ze’s expression grew increasingly severe, his face contorted with pain. It was only natural—after all, the techniques were being forcefully imprinted into his mind. Anyone would hurt if someone tried to stuff something into their head! But this method was most effective; once imprinted, it could never be forgotten.

Finally, as Lin Feng’s energy was almost exhausted, the last character of the Overlord Technique was etched into Zhao Ze’s mind. Lin Feng quickly withdrew his energy, but his body wavered, nearly collapsing from the depletion—a clear sign of having overextended his inner strength.

Seeing Lin Feng soaked in sweat and nearly passing out, Zhao Ze hurried to help him to the sofa, worried and moved, asking, "Young Master Lin, how are you feeling?"

"Don’t worry, I’ll be fine! Damn, I didn’t know passing on energy was so exhausting. I’m never doing this again—I almost passed out. Zhao Ze, if you don’t become a master after this, I’ll be sorely disappointed. In your mind now, is there a set of Overlord Techniques, including internal cultivation, fists, and movement skills?" Lin Feng asked as soon as he recovered.