The atmosphere at the negotiating table was so wonderful that it is indescribable.
On one side is Master Black Baleful Intent, the seven-thousand-year-old Wild Domain overlord, together with twelve Divine Marquis-level elders, filling the entire side. They all have serious expressions and impressive aura. Usually, anyone who steps into Flowing Cloud City can make pedestrians take the initiative to give way to three streets.
On the other side, there is only Lin Feng.
He sat on the main seat, with a bowl of soup Old Wang brought from the kitchen in the mining area in front of him. He held the bowl and drank it one mouthful at a time. After drinking, he put down the bowl, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and then looked to the other side.
"Okay, let's get started. How are you going to talk?"
Master Black Baleful Intent suppressed the feeling of frustration in his heart and spoke in a deep voice:
"If you intend to establish a foothold here, we have no objection. The matter of the mining area can be dismissed as a misunderstanding. But the industries and sites that Black Baleful Intent School has been operating for many years..."
"I want them all."
Before Master Black Baleful Intent finished speaking, he was interrupted cleanly by Lin Feng.
"What?"
"I want your territory, your industry, and your people." Lin Feng leaned back in his chair and said slowly, "From today on, Black Baleful Intent School no longer exists. You must come to my side."
"This..." Master Black Baleful Intent narrowed his eyes, "Sir, is this a merger?"
"That's understandable."
The expressions of the elders changed, and two or three of them began to touch their waists for weapons.
Lin Feng didn't even raise his eyelids, picked up the bowl, drank the last sip of soup, and said lightly:
"Before you use weapons, think clearly. The two thousand people outside the door have not left yet. Do you want to let them experience the third round of the formation again?"
The hands slowly left the weapons one by one.
Lin Feng put down the bowl and continued, "After the merger, the personnel will remain where they are. They will practice what they should practice and make money if they should. I will not lay off employees or treat them harshly. But there is one thing -"
He paused.
"The name needs to be changed."
"Change the name?" Master Black Baleful Intent frowned, "Change it to what?"
"The name Black Baleful Intent School is too earthy. It sounds like it crawled out of the underground sewers." Lin Feng said with a serious expression, "I thought about it and changed the name...Heaven-Blasting Gang."
The whole place was silent for a second.
Then, the twelve Divine Marquis-level elders collectively had the urge to stand up and slam the table, but they all resisted.
"Heaven-Blasting Gang." Master Black Baleful Intent repeated word for word, with an extremely complicated expression, "Are you sure?"
"Very sure." Lin Feng nodded, "Domineering, catchy, and you can tell he's doing something big as soon as he hears it. You used to be called Black Baleful Intent School, which sounds a bit petty."
Blood Scorpion stood in the corner with his head buried low and his shoulders twitching. Old Wang's expression looked like he was trying his best to suppress something.
Master Black Baleful Intent took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to refute, and turned to ask another question:
"Then... what's your position?"
"You." Lin Feng pointed at Master Black Baleful Intent with extremely sincere eyes, "Demoted to the post of director of Heaven-Blasting Gang's logistics department and concurrently... chief cleaning officer."
After saying this, one of the twelve elders finally couldn't sit still anymore, slapped the table and stood up:
"What's the truth! The sect leader has been in charge for seven thousand years, why..."
"Because," Lin Feng looked at the elder and spoke slowly, but every word was clear, "He Divine Marquis Pinnacle slapped me and knocked me unconscious. You Middle Divine Marquis Stage, do you think you can withstand beatings better than him?"
The elder's mouth closed.
Slowly sat back.
Lin Feng withdrew his gaze and spoke calmly:
"When I say downgrade, I don't mean to humiliate him. Here, positions are ranked based on strength, not age. If he wants to be the leader of the sect, he has to cultivate to God King to beat me. If he wins, the position will be given to him."
"But there's something I want to make clear."
Lin Feng stood up, walked to the window, and opened the window. Night Wind blew in, bringing with it the faint Purple Crystal light in the mining area.
"Netherworld Sect behind you, what do you think of you? As a tool, as a dog, as a cash machine. You know better than me how much you pay in tribute every year."
"It's different here. Follow me, you'll have merit, you'll have food to eat, and no one will treat you like a dog. Netherworld Sect can't give you God King, but maybe I can."
"Of course, I only have one rule."
Lin Feng turned around and glanced calmly at every face present.
"Those who obey me, I will give you a future. Those who go against me..."
He pursed his lips toward the door and said in an understatement, "The formations in the yard are still hot. Go and try them yourself."
There was silence in the hall for a long time.
Finally, Master Black Baleful Intent slowly closed his eyes and slowly opened them again. The struggle, humiliation, and some kind of relief in his eyes were all mixed together and it was hard to explain.
He has stayed in this Wild Domain for seven thousand years, and has always lived in the shadow of the Netherworld Sect. The annual offerings are so overwhelming that the door is breathless, and he is trembling, not daring to go any further.
Now, the young man in front of him was pointing him to a different path.
He stood up, bent down deeply, and said in a steady voice:
"... I'm down here, willing to surrender."
The twelve elders behind him stood up one after another and bowed their heads.
Lin Feng nodded, took out a folded paper from his sleeve, and threw it to Blood Scorpion:
"Go and print a hundred copies and plaster them all over the mining area."
Blood Scorpion opens it and reads:
Heaven-Blasting Gang Establishment Announcement
Gang leader: Lin Feng(9527)
Purpose: Have a strong fist and be reasonable
Salary: Take care of food and exercise, occasionally add meals
Master Black Baleful Intent, the original owner of Black Baleful Intent School, was appointed as the logistics director and chief cleaner. The monthly salary during the probation period is: Purple Crystal ten pieces
Blood Scorpion stared at the last line in silence for a long time.
Monthly salary of ten yuan.
He still has twenty after all.
Master Black Baleful Intent looked over his head and saw the announcement, and the corner of his mouth twitched hard, but in the end he didn't say anything. He sighed and swallowed it.
"By the way," Lin Feng shouted outside, "Tomorrow morning, everyone, everyone, including you, will do Radio Calisthenics. We will gather outside the gate at all hours. If you don't work, you will be counted as absent from work."
Master Black Baleful Intent looked up. "... What is Radio Calisthenics?"
"You'll know when you get here."