Chapter 29: Chapter 29 Where Did I Go Wrong?
"Feng Kun, I'm warning you out of goodwill. Whether you believe me or not is entirely up to you. If you think there's no issue, feel free to start selling tomorrow," Chen Yi said bluntly, dispensing with any pretense of politeness and addressing him directly by name.
Although he had no desire to meddle in this murky affair, he couldn't stand by and watch harm befall others.
A single house costs hundreds of thousands, even millions. For an ordinary family, it takes a lifetime of toil for two people to afford just one. Forget about multiple properties—scraping together the down payment for even one is a monumental struggle.
"As the marketing director, you may not be directly involved in construction, but surely you're aware of the issues. The development of 'Weiran Gardens' hasn't been smooth sailing, has it? There must have been accidents—big ones, no less."
Chen Yi hadn't paid much attention to Weiran Gardens before, but he was certain its construction had been fraught with difficulties.
Even Wu Fatty's jewelry shop, affected by less than one percent of the Dragon Sha's influence, had suffered repeated incidents. How much worse must it have been for Weiran Gardens, situated at the very heart of the calamity?
True, they had hired a Feng Shui master to set up a formation to contain the Dragon Sha, dispersing its energy into the air.
But the Dragon Sha's power was immense. Even a trace of its dispersed energy could cause disasters like those at Wu Fatty's shop. Over time, it would inevitably lead to ruin and tragedy.
Moreover, such measures were merely palliative, not curative.
Within three years, the Dragon Sha would undoubtedly rebound with a vengeance. At that point, the Feng Shui formation would lose all effectiveness, wreaking havoc on everyone nearby.
"Enough! I don't want to hear any more of your nonsense!"
Feng Kun's face darkened, his voice nearly a roar as he turned and stormed off.
Of course, he knew things had gone wrong with Weiran Gardens. Otherwise, why would it have taken so long? The buildings were already topped out, the landscaping complete, yet the properties remained unsold.
But precisely because of this, he had to maintain a calm façade. If word got out, the multi-billion-yuan project would be utterly ruined.
Furthermore, the primary investor in Weiran Gardens wasn't even his family but an international consortium. This project marked the Feng family's first foray into overseas partnerships, a crucial step in their ten-year development plan.
No matter what, this launch had to be a resounding success.
"Chen Yi, is what you said just now true?"
Han Wenxue, who had only recently returned from the United States, had joined the project near its completion and was unaware of its earlier issues.
"I have no reason to joke about my craft. If I did, who would ever trust me again?"
Chen Yi didn't deny it.
"Master Chen, you're truly remarkable—so young and already so accomplished."
"A prodigy and a beauty, a match made in heaven!"
…
As soon as Feng Kun left, the crowd swarmed around Chen Yi. It wasn't just his impressive display of skill, effortlessly winning twenty thousand in a wager, that drew them in. The evening's star, Han Wenxue, was reason enough for these people to clamor for his attention.
Beautiful and radiant, a recipient of the national gold award for landscape design—who wouldn't want to get closer to her?
Chen Yi humored them with drinks and small talk for a while but quickly grew bored. Finding an excuse, he slipped away.
Yet no matter where he went, a group of people followed, begging him to assess their Feng Shui.
In the past, Chen Yi would have jumped at the opportunity. But now, he was swamped with trouble—Han Wenxue's situation alone was headache enough. He had no time or energy to deal with these people.
Left with no choice, he retreated to the restroom, lit a cigarette, and decided to wait out the banquet. Once it was over, he planned to leave with Han Wenxue.
He had just finished his cigarette and was about to light another when the restroom door was kicked open with a loud bang.
"Ha! So here you are, Master Chen. No wonder we couldn't find you!"
It was Ji Hao, flanked by two tall bodyguards in black suits.
"Ah, Mr. Ji. What brings you here? Looking for another reading? My fees aren't cheap, you know. Are you sure you can afford it?"
Seeing Ji Hao's hostile demeanor, Chen Yi didn't bother with pleasantries.
Ji Hao's face twisted in anger at Chen Yi's taunt. He sneered, "Still so cocky, even when you're about to die. Let's deal with you first, then take care of that b*tch Han Wenxue. I wonder how far you've gotten with her. Well, no matter—tonight, she'll be ours! Hahaha! Beat him! Beat him to death! Whatever happens, I'll take responsibility!"
At his command, the two bodyguards lunged at Chen Yi.
Ji Hao lit a cigar, watching with the smug satisfaction of someone enjoying a performance.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A flurry of punches and kicks followed.
To everyone's surprise, it wasn't Chen Yi who ended up begging for mercy on the floor. Instead, it was Ji Hao's two bodyguards who lay sprawled out, defeated.
In less than two minutes, Chen Yi had dispatched them with ease.
Ji Hao's face twitched uncontrollably, his cigar falling from his mouth unnoticed.
He felt as though he were dreaming.
These weren't just ordinary bodyguards—they were retired soldiers, one of whom was even a former special forces operative.
And yet, they had been taken down by this young man?
The sharp pain in his nose snapped him back to reality.
"What… what are you doing? I'm warning you—if you lay another finger on me, I'll… I'll call the police!"
Bang!
"Ow! You've got guts, kid!"
Bang!
"It hurts! Stop! Please stop! I won't hold you responsible. Let's just call it even!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Chen Yi had long been fed up with this nouveau riche brat. Now that he had the chance, he wasn't about to let it slip away. Blow after blow landed until Ji Hao's face was swollen beyond recognition.
"I was wrong! I was really wrong!"
Realizing threats were useless, Ji Hao switched tactics, begging for mercy without a shred of dignity. He was willing to do anything to make Chen Yi stop.
"Wrong about what?"
Chen Yi finally paused, looking down at him with disdain.
"I… I…"
"I what? Speak clearly! What were you wrong about?"
Unimpressed by Ji Hao's half-hearted apology, Chen Yi raised his fist again.
"Don't hit me! Don't hit me! I shouldn't have targeted you! I shouldn't have pressured you! I shouldn't have conspired with Feng Kun against Han Wenxue!"
"And?"
"And… and nothing else!"
Bang!
Another punch landed, turning Ji Hao's face into a panda-like mess. "Keep confessing!"
"I shouldn't have bullied the weak! I shouldn't have framed the innocent! I shouldn't have caused harm to others…"
Ji Hao was on the verge of tears. Unable to think of any more offenses, he started borrowing lines from the villains in Water Margin.
"Stop spouting nonsense! Do you want another beating? Think harder!"
"Master Chen, please, I beg you! I don't know what else I did wrong! Just tell me, and I promise I'll change!"
"Fine, I'll tell you," Chen Yi said, wiping his bloody hands on Ji Hao's garish checkered shirt. "You shouldn't flaunt that tacky gold chain everywhere. You shouldn't keep that disgusting slicked-back hairstyle…"
Chen Yi listed seven or eight more "crimes," leaving Ji Hao utterly speechless and on the verge of tears.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Another round of punches followed.
"Will you change?"
"I'll change! I'll change! I'll change everything!"
"Good. That's the spirit. Remember, it's okay to make mistakes as long as you correct them. From now on, be a decent person, understood?"
"Understood! I swear I'll turn over a new leaf and become a better man!"
Ji Hao nodded fervently, like a chicken pecking at grain, offering heartfelt repentance.
"Alright, I forgive you. Now, take a nap."
"A nap? Sure, I'll sleep right here in the restroom!"
Relieved to escape Chen Yi's wrath, Ji Hao didn't care where he slept—even if it was in a toilet stall.
Bang!
With a swift chop to the neck, Chen Yi knocked him unconscious.
"D*mn it, this brat's bones are so hard they hurt my hand!"
Chen Yi muttered to himself, shaking his reddened hand. If Ji Hao had been awake to hear this, he would have cried even harder. Did I ask you to hit me? Did I force you to punch me? This is too much!
Realizing he had been gone for nearly twenty minutes, Chen Yi suddenly remembered Han Wenxue. Anxiety gripped him as he hurried back to the banquet hall.
The guests were still drinking and chatting, oblivious to the drama that had unfolded in the restroom. Chen Yi scanned the room but couldn't find Han Wenxue.
After asking around, he finally learned that she had gone upstairs with Feng Kun, supposedly for a "surprise."
D*mn it! That b*st*rd couldn't even wait for the party to end before making his move.
Sensing trouble, Chen Yi dashed upstairs.
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