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Less than half an hour after Feng Jun left the boss's office, he was assigned an office of his own.

Hongjie Club covered quite a large area, but as the saying went, though Hongjie was big, not a single room was spare.

Manager Guo personally handed him the key, showing just how much trust and support the company had placed in him.

Feng Jun's office was at the corner of the second floor, right next to the surveillance room. It was not large, only fourteen or fifteen square meters, but no matter what, it was an office that belonged to him alone.

There was a pile of clutter in the room, and Feng Jun personally set to cleaning it up. Now that he had a private room, he truly did not want to go back to that dormitory.

He cleaned until around eleven before getting the room mostly sorted out. He was quite satisfied: if he got another bed in here, he could move out of the dormitory for good.

But the next moment, the thought startled him: Since when had I become so content with a little wealth and comfort?

I'm a man who has had a miraculous encounter.

Feng Jun locked the room from the inside and headed to the fitness hall. By then, everyone at the club had heard: Little Feng had been promoted to team leader. Though he did not have anyone under him yet, he still enjoyed a team leader's benefits.

In fact, even the leader of the Shaping Group did not have an office of their own at Hongjie. The Bodybuilding Group did have one, but they shared it with the Physique Group.

So most people gave Feng Jun rather strange looks. Only Xiao Li remained uninhibited, greeting him with a grin. "Team Leader Feng, can I borrow your office to rest in at noon?"

Feng Jun glanced at her. "Not only are you pretty, you dream pretty too... If you sleep in the office, where am I supposed to sleep?"

Another receptionist giggled. "The two of you can sleep together."

"You're asking for it," Xiao Li said, raising a hand to smack her. She looked angry, yet there was a hint of shyness in her expression.

The old Xiao Li would never have acted like this. Although she and Feng Jun got along reasonably well, she had always drawn a clear line when it came to relations between men and women.

Feng Jun understood perfectly, and the corner of his mouth curled down slightly: a house really was a hard necessity between men and women.

Just then, someone spoke up nearby. "Little Feng, you bastard... you actually became a leader?"

Feng Jun turned his head and immediately broke into a grin. "I was wondering... you still remembered you had a job to come to?"

The speaker was tall, fair-skinned, and handsome. Though he looked a little too pretty, he was still a thoroughly sunny young man—the typical married-woman killer.

This person was Wang Haifeng, one of the few people at Hongjie Club whom Feng Jun got along with fairly well.

Coach Wang was five or six years older than the double-degree holder and was nearing thirty. His family circumstances were quite good, but he never put on airs in either speech or conduct.

When others learned Feng Jun had become team leader, some were jealous and some tried to curry favor. Only Wang Haifeng still joked around as casually as ever.

Hearing Feng Jun criticize him for not coming to work, Coach Wang was a little unhappy. "I took leave. Besides... I'm not under your authority."

Feng Jun smiled indifferently. "Fuck, I can't manage anybody. I'm just there for show... Want to drink together tonight?"

"Tonight... we'll see. I have some things to do too," Wang Haifeng answered absentmindedly. "By the way, how did things get so stiff between you and Liu Shuming?"

"That guy needed a lesson," Feng Jun replied as if it were only natural. "You beat him up before. Don't you know what kind of person he is?"

"That's different." Wang Haifeng shook his head, speaking with solemn seriousness. "When I beat him, that was called a fight—a dispute within the company. You're trying to send him to the detention center. That's called going too far and bullying people beyond all measure."

Seeing his expression grow increasingly grave, Feng Jun frowned and asked in a low voice, "Are you saying this because you plan to plead for him?"

"Why would I care whether he lives or dies?" Wang Haifeng snorted disdainfully, then his expression darkened. "But Liu Shuming is a local snake in Yang City. He used to run with the underworld too. You need to be careful."

Feng Jun was briefly stunned, then smiled dismissively. "I'm not the one trying to deal with him. If he has the guts, he can go find the real person responsible."

"He can't afford to provoke the real person responsible," Wang Haifeng replied matter-of-factly. "I heard he's been spreading word that he's going to come after you, so I specifically came over to warn you... You were the one who split open the wound on his head, right?"

Feng Jun found it both irritating and amusing. "A textbook case of fearing the strong and bullying the weak. What the hell is that?"

"That's just the world these days." It was clear Wang Haifeng disliked this kind of social climate as well; his tone carried a fair amount of righteous indignation.

The next moment, he pulled the topic back. "You'd better get Sister Hong to step in and warn him. Honestly, I'm not afraid of him either, but before you actually get beaten up, it's not very convenient for me to speak up."

Coach Wang's family was very well-off. His father had been among Yang City's earliest batch of ten-thousand-yuan households. He now ran a parts-processing business and had long since accumulated a fortune worth hundreds of millions, yet he kept an extremely low profile and was not well known in Yang City.

Wang Haifeng's older brother was impressive too. Just past thirty, he was already a deputy division-level official in the county government, with a bright future ahead of him.

"It's fine." Feng Jun waved a hand dismissively. "When I can't hold on anymore, I'll naturally ask Sister Hong for help."

"You brat." Wang Haifeng helplessly pointed at him. In truth, he knew Feng Jun was the same type of person as himself—easygoing on the surface, but exceptionally proud deep down. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he would never easily open his mouth to ask someone for help.

No matter how great Sister Hong's reputation or how much influence she had, she was ultimately a woman. As grown men, how could they casually bring themselves to ask her for help?

So Coach Wang could only remind him again, "Anyway, be extra careful. I heard he can get word to Gongji."

Gongji was a well-known hoodlum boss in the nearby area. He was not particularly high-level, but he made his living by backing people up at scenes, and he was absolutely ruthless.

"I understand. Thanks," Feng Jun said solemnly. It was not because he had learned this information, but because he could feel the other man's concern. That was what moved him most.

He did not want to bring up the matter again, so he asked, "What have you been busy with these past few days? Whenever I called you, either you didn't answer or you were out of service."

"Ah, don't mention it." Wang Haifeng sighed, replying with a face full of gloom. "Nothing but tears if I start talking. By the way, do you want a phone?"

How did he know I'd been messing around with phones? Feng Jun gave him a suspicious look. "That phone of yours... Even if I wanted it, you wouldn't give it to me, would you?"

"I'll sell it to you cheap. I bought it for eight thousand at the end of last year, and I'll sell it to you for two thousand." Wang Haifeng waved a hand, sounding generous. "Want the SIM card too? Its number ends in three sixes. I'll count it as five hundred for you."

"Not buying." Feng Jun shook his head and refused decisively. "Can't afford it."

Wang Haifeng gritted his teeth. "Phone and card together, two thousand total... Little Feng, it's only because of our relationship. If it were anyone else..."

"No need." Feng Jun cut him off cleanly. "Who knows what trouble you've stirred up this time?"

Wang Haifeng looked at him speechlessly. Only after a long while did he speak. "You can't expect me to just give it to you for free, can you? The money doesn't matter much, but... give me a reason to give it to you!"

"Wouldn't take it even if it were free," Feng Jun answered even more bluntly. "Give it to whoever you want."

The two had a good relationship, but Feng Jun had always adhered to one principle: when making friends, never covet petty advantages.

Besides, knowing Wang Haifeng's nature, there was probably trouble behind this bargain—trouble worth nearly ten thousand yuan.

Sure enough, Coach Wang's face darkened. "You won't take my things... Are you looking down on me?"

"Cut the crap." Feng Jun waved a hand and looked around. "You're planning to make me take the hit for you, right?"

"Hehe." Wang Haifeng gave an awkward laugh, then coughed twice. "It's not really some huge hit... Shall we go outside and talk?"

The two arrived outside Sister Hong's door and found an empty spot nearby. Coach Wang sighed. "Well... Little Feng, this phone... mainly, your sister-in-law wants to check Liaoliao's transfer records. You know, I've been playing Douniu Live a lot lately..."

Livestreaming? Feng Jun vaguely guessed where the other man's problem lay.

Though Wang Haifeng acted proper and serious at the club and was cautious regarding women, that was only because he feared trouble. The married-woman killer had long understood that with his own qualifications, casually provoking women made them hard to shake off afterward.

He had looks, money, and a tall, sturdy build. His hardware was more than up to standard, so naturally he had confidence.

He did not fool around within the company, but at heart he was somewhat secretly flamboyant. For example, whenever he went to KTV, he would definitely call hostesses over to drink with him—he had money, so he did not care about that little expense.

Playing on livestreaming platforms and supporting female streamers naturally cost plenty as well. Douniu Live's Niuwan had to be bought with money, and payments were made through Liaoliao transfers.

The tragic part was that he had an extremely vigilant wife, always ready to wage the battle to defend her husband.

Wang Haifeng's wife had been his high school classmate. Her looks were only average, and from high school onward she had relentlessly pursued him. But Coach Wang's family had been very well-off, and he had long since become spoiled for choice, so he had never been moved.

Later, his father ran into serious trouble in business. By coincidence, his wife's father happened to oversee that area.

The old man had originally not wanted to meddle in other people's affairs, but his daughter refused to accept that and insisted that he help.

Helping naturally involved risk. That was inevitable. If it could drive Wang Haifeng's father into such misery, the risk was no ordinary matter.

So the two sides agreed to become in-laws. That way, when the old man stepped in to help, it would be worth it.

To put it more plainly, after the families became joined by marriage, he would have a legitimate reason to act, and others could no longer accuse him of meddling in affairs that were none of his business.

Wang Haifeng's wife was considerate toward her husband in every possible way. Every day, she could even bring his foot-washing water to his bedside. But there was one thing she absolutely could not tolerate: her husband being unfaithful outside.

Given his many bad records before marriage, she slept with one eye open when it came to this matter.

Her husband was simply too outstanding. The pressure really was enormous.

Some time ago, she had checked Wang Haifeng's phone call records. Feng Jun knew about that too and had even laughed at him over it.

Now she wanted to check Liaoliao's transfer records. Coach Wang was definitely going to be in trouble.

But Wang Haifeng could not think of a way to deal with it. Not to mention that his father-in-law could still influence his father's business, his wife herself also treated him quite well. He could not bring himself to do anything heartless.

His wife was good in every way except for this one flaw. Coach Wang, who loved liveliness by nature, found it deeply depressing.