Chapter 933 - 933: Ma Zimeng

The reason it's not so solid is because this was a spontaneous idea, hastily put out to test the waters, so it's inevitable that there will be some oversights.

However, not everything can be perfectly prepared. While the setup is not fully spread out, even if mistakes occur, they can be corrected promptly.

In no time, Zhao Guo'an arrives.

He seems unaware of Sun Shijie and Xiao Feng's plans. After greeting, he begins to make breakfast.

After witnessing Iron's appetite last night, Zhao Guo'an specifically made extra portions for seven or eight people, no longer worried about leftovers.

…

After breakfast, Xiao Feng follows Du Qingyue to the store.

However, once they reach outside, everyone's expressions change simultaneously.

"Clean up this trash!" the little girl yells angrily, glaring at those throwing garbage in front of her store.

There aren't many of them, only three.

Each of the three carries a big bag of snacks, eating while throwing things away. One even throws chips into his mouth, chews a few times, and spits them directly out, which looks disgusting.

"They themselves are garbage, and you ask garbage to clean up garbage?" Xiao Feng laughs and says, looking at the three with cold eyes.

The leader, a middle-aged man with a buzz cut and a mole beside his nose, slightly lowers his head, staring at Xiao Feng, walking with swagger, spitting out sunflower seed shells like a machine gun.

When he gets close, he stops and extends his right hand: "Nice to meet you, I'm Black Cat. My sister also has a store nearby."

Xiao Feng doesn't shake hands with him, instead asks: "Which store is your sister's?"

The man calling himself Black Cat points to a store specializing in dresses, two storefronts away from Feng Huaxue Yue.

"Oh." Xiao Feng nods, his tone flat, "Go back and tell her to close shop and leave."

He originally thought these three were sent by Bai Huanyu to disgust him deliberately.

But now, it seems that's not the case.

Black Cat grins suddenly, rubbing his head, "What a big mouth, my sister's been running her shop here for five years, people have come and gone, but no one could squeeze her out. Can you?"

"Now that we're here, she has to go!" Xiao Feng's tone remains calm.

"Good!" Black Cat claps his hands, "Then there's nothing left to say. Just a piece of advice: if you're selling wedding dresses, then sell wedding dresses well; don't mess with other things.

All this talk about romance and love at first sight is flashy, and it's easy to ruin your reputation."

At this point, their intentions became clear.

Obviously, because Feng Huaxue Yue's business overlaps with theirs, they felt threatened and directly sent people to provoke trouble.

After Black Cat finished, he waved to the two subordinates still making garbage: "Let's go, don't interfere with their business."

"Want to leave just like that?" Xiao Feng snorts coldly.

"What's up, brother? Want to invite me in for tea?" Black Cat sneers.

Xiao Feng steps forward, pointing at the garbage at the door: "Two minutes to clean it up."

"And if I don't do as you say?" Black Cat exaggerates his actions and laughs brazenly, "Will you call the police or just beat me up?

If you want to call the police, do it now.

If you want to hit me, then come on, aim here and give it your best shot."

As he spoke, he leaned his face forward.

Xiao Feng was amused; if he didn't hit him when the opportunity presented itself, he'd be losing face.

But before he could act, Du Qingyue pulled his sleeve.

She was also angry, but if they really started fighting, it wouldn't only damage the store's image but also cause other troubles.

Thinking about the bigger picture, she had to restrain herself.

"Take us to meet your sister, let's have a proper talk, shall we?" Du Qingyue says coldly.

"Sure!" Black Cat waves his big hand, "Let's go."

Xiao Feng and the others follow, quickly arriving at the next store.

Entering the shop, Black Cat directly goes to the second floor.

A group of elegantly dressed ladies gathers to play mahjong, three tables in total.

Each person has a considerable amount of cash in front of them on the table.

Even though electronic payments are more convenient now, people who gamble find tangible money moving in and out of their hands more exhilarating than transfers.

One of them, with a cigarette in her mouth, looks to be in her thirties, with well-preserved skin. She spots Black Cat coming up and, after saying a few words to the others, comes over: "Brother, you're back."

Black Cat nods, gestures to Xiao Feng and the others behind him, "These folks want to chat with you, you talk, I'll go play a few rounds for you."

Saying that, he sprints towards the mahjong table.

Du Qingyue gets straight to the point, "You're asking me to stop my current business, that's impossible!

The only reason I'm here today is to ask you to stop these petty tricks and compete fair and square."

The woman smiles and blows a smoke ring, resting her left hand against her right elbow, her right hand touching her chin, "Nothing is impossible, business follows its rules.

You, President Du, have been in the business world long enough to understand this.

If your wedding dress shop also sells dresses, shouldn't you give me notice beforehand?"

"You sell yours, we'll sell ours, why should we notify you?" the little girl protests.

Du Qingyue frowns slightly: "So if I continue selling dresses, you'll keep playing these outside tricks?"

"Of course not, it's just a tactic, not the goal. It's a big market, I don't have the appetite to swallow it all," the woman says charmingly, but her gaze is fixed on Xiao Feng.

"It's too crowded here, let's go into the room and sit down for a good talk."

With that, the woman starts heading toward a small room.

Du Qingyue takes a look at Xiao Feng, but says nothing, and follows her.

The small room is modestly sized, yet fully equipped.

Sofa, TV, bed, bathroom, everything is there.

The woman sits on the sofa, crosses her legs, props her head with one hand, languidly says, "Let's get acquainted formally, my surname is Ma, Ma Zimeng, President Du probably hasn't heard of me."

Xiao Feng ponders. Generally, when someone says that, there are two meanings.

First, she really is not famous.

Second, it's humility.

Xiao Feng feels Ma Zimeng belongs to the second case.

Although he really hasn't heard this name.

Indeed, the facts are correct; at least Du Qingyue recalls Ma Zimeng's story.

A working girl with not much education, yet she's made remarkable progress in Jiangcheng in just five years.

There are rumors she climbed up through connections with high-ranking officials, or was supported by wealthy individuals, with tales lasting three days and nights, but real details are rarely known.