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Zhang Wei had truly never dealt with detonators before, but he dared to make the promise anyway. Why? Because Feng Jun was rich.

In the eyes of Wang Haifeng, Feng Jun was still the same old Feng Jun. Even if he had come into a little money, the way he made it was rather suspicious, so he didn't dare to guarantee that he could get his hands on detonators.

But in the eyes of Zhang Wei, the fact that little Feng could casually pull out five hundred thousand to help him complete a task meant he was truly wealthy.

Moreover, he suspected that Feng Jun had far more than just five hundred thousand in his hands.

Not to mention that Feng Jun had also promised, "If you can get the detonators, I can help you secure business."

To analyze it specifically, why are detonators controlled? Because they are easily exploited by people with ulterior motives to create trouble.

If a person is very wealthy, would they still create trouble?

Perhaps they might, but that would definitely be a very small minority.

This is a social consensus: if a person has money, they have status and are precious, so they won't easily do bad things—at the very least, they won't do petty bad things; if they do anything, it would be something major.

Therefore, Zhang Wei's logic was: Feng Jun is rich, so me helping him get some detonators isn't a big deal.

It wasn't that Wang Haifeng's connections were necessarily worse than Zhang Wei's, but he couldn't get past his own mental barrier; he always felt that if Feng Jun wanted detonators, it was to make money through illegal dealings, so he felt uneasy about it.

Feng Jun was overjoyed upon hearing this, thinking to himself that although this Zhang Wei seemed arrogant, he really had some ways, so his attitude became much warmer.

Zhang Wei knew in his heart that he had been a bit dismissive of this man earlier, and he intended to make up for his mistake.

At ten o'clock, the birthday banquet ended. Zhang Wei was already a bit tipsy and grabbed Li Qiang and Feng Jun, refusing to let them leave. "Little Feng, Qiangzi, it's rare to be this happy today, let's find a place to have some fun."

Li Qiang was also a bit tipsy, but he could see that Da Wei intended to win Feng Jun over to secure business for the company.

Anyway, he worked at the television station and had seen all sorts of scenes; he was also a guy who loved to play, so he smiled and said, "We're both lonely men, it depends on little Feng."

Believe it or not, these two were indeed single. Like Wang Haifeng, they had decent conditions in every aspect, but among the three, only Wang Haifeng was married—there was no helping it, Wang Furen had pursued him too relentlessly.

Feng Jun wanted to refuse, but his body was very honest; he was already feeling a bit restless.

Sigh, just consider it for the sake of the detonators, I'll risk my life to keep the gentleman company!

Zhang Wei suggested going to Mingjuehui, which was one of the best nightclubs in Yang City—of course, that referred to the kind open to the public.

Li Qiang expressed his approval. He actually knew of two top-tier membership-only nightclubs, but the consumption there was too high, and it wasn't worth it to treat Feng Jun—it was only a five hundred thousand deal, so was it worth spending twenty or thirty thousand?

In any case, Mingjuehui was already quite presentable.

It was a great pity that the three of them arrived at the wrong time—it was a bit late.

They chose a medium-sized private room, which was a full fifty square meters. After the three of them sat down, a madam brought in seven or eight hostesses.

Zhang Wei and Li Qiang were both veterans of the scene and immediately ordered them to turn on all the lights so everyone could choose a hostess.

Under the bright light, no matter how skillful the makeup was, it had nowhere to hide. Zhang Wei glanced at them and was a bit displeased. "I say, madam, do you think we aren't paying? Is Sister Li here?"

"Oh my, Sister Li has gone back to her hometown," the madam replied with a fawning smile. "Look, you gentlemen... you've arrived a bit late."

It was ten-thirty; it was indeed a bit late. The pretty and well-proportioned hostesses had basically all been picked by the earlier guests.

"I'm entertaining a good brother, I can't just settle," Zhang Wei leaned back on the sofa, arms spread out and resting on the backrest, looking at the other party brazenly. "Are you saying... we should go somewhere else?"

Feng Jun spoke up, "Why don't we find a place to drink? What's the point of singing?"

This really wasn't him being pretentious; he didn't mind calling hostesses when singing, but it was just for rolling dice and drinking, or at most a bit of cuddling. He would never take them out of the club. If they went to a bar, he might run into some non-professional players and could consider playing a friendly match.

"Don't be like that," the madam said anxiously, immediately fawning again. "Wait a moment, I'll arrange it for you again."

Sister Li was just a madam here like her, but the fact that the other party could call out Sister Li meant they were clearly experienced regulars.

Besides, there was no reason to push away guests who had already entered the venue, right?

"Sigh, and you say you aren't trying to fool us," Li Qiang waved his hand. "Go on, hurry up."

After the group left, Zhang Wei snorted indignantly, "Looking like that, and they dare to come out to take jobs. This... who gave them the confidence?"

Li Qiang chuckled, "With your image, Da Wei, it should be the other way around; they should be collecting money from you."

"Cut the crap," Zhang Wei glanced at him. "By the way, at your station... haven't any interns come in recently?"

"Don't even mention it," Li Qiang waved his hand. "Three came in total; two found backers, and there's one who is incredibly ugly. If I call her, she'll definitely come. Do you want her?"

As they were talking, the madam brought in five more. After turning on the lights and taking a look, the three of them exchanged glances, and no one said a word.

Li Qiang waved his hand slightly, and seeing this, the madam took the initiative to lead the people out of the room.

Zhang Wei looked at the attendant standing not far away. "In that case... we'd better leave."

"Please wait a little longer," the attendant also tried her best to keep them. "How about this, I'll give you a crate of beer on the house, why don't you drink while you wait?"

Zhang Wei squinted at her. "Little girl, do you think... I can't afford a crate of beer?"

Li Qiang was still chuckling there.

The attendant was clearly still a novice and was left at a loss by his teasing.

Feng Jun watched this scene, and for no reason, he felt a sense of relief. Ever since he arrived in Yang City, he hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time.

"Let's just drink first," he opened a can of beer and started drinking on his own. "Zhang Wei, what made you think of coming to this place? It's really not that great."

Zhang Wei also opened a can of beer and replied unconvinced, "In Yang City, this place is considered top-tier. Those ones we just rejected, if you went to a smaller venue, they would be the pillars of the establishment."

He could complain that Mingjuehui wasn't good, but for Feng Jun to say so, he couldn't quite hold his face, feeling as if his own taste was lacking.

Li Qiang waved his hand at the hostess, "I don't drink beer. Come on, bring me some red wine instead."

Seeing them start to drink, the hostess finally felt relieved—it seemed they weren't leaving after all.

She turned to go get the wine, and just before stepping out, she said with a smile, "The girls here really aren't bad; it's just that the three of you have such high standards."

That was the honest truth. Mingjuehui was, after all, touted as the top establishment in Yang City; how could the quality of the hostesses be anything less than decent? Even if there weren't any top-tier options available right now, it still wasn't something a run-of-the-mill venue could compare to.

The problem was that the three men who had arrived were simply too exceptional themselves, and they were young, so naturally, they weren't willing to settle.

It was exactly as Li Qiang had said—all three of them were qualified to charge the hostesses for their company.

Hearing the hostess's words, Zhang Wei laughed out loud, "Alright, go urge them again and get us some better talent. My brother here has high standards."

Feng Jun set down his beer and let out a hiccup, "The makeup is all too heavy. Don't you have anyone more natural?"

"You're an amateur, aren't you?" Li Qiang teased him. "How many women in nightclubs look good once they take off their makeup?"

Feng Jun sighed with regret, "That's why I still prefer going to bars; the girls there are much fresher."

Zhang Wei wasn't convinced, "They might be fresher, but how many of them are actually good-looking?"

"That's where you're wrong," Feng Jun, feeling a bit tipsy, started to get serious with him. "There are plenty of beautiful women who don't come to nightclubs."

"That much is true," Zhang Wei glanced at him, "but... would they be willing to drink with you?"

"That's hard to say," Feng Jun spread his hands. "Maybe just by chatting, shaking the phone, or checking 'People Nearby,' one could find someone decent."

"Pfft," Li Qiang and Zhang Wei both scoffed in unison.

Zhang Wei was a bit more restrained, as he needed something from Feng Jun, but Li Qiang decided to really challenge him.

"I see plenty of beauties at the station, but beautiful women are always a scarce resource. No matter how many there are, it's never enough to go around. If you can add a beauty on 'People Nearby' right now, I'll call you brother!"

Feng Jun waved his hand with a smile, "I wouldn't dare accept that. Given the age of you two, how could I be so reckless?"

Hearing this, Zhang Wei couldn't take it anymore. So you think you can definitely add a beauty? You're just afraid to do it?

So he spoke up, "Don't be like that. Add one right now. If you really can add a beauty, I'll cover the detonators you need. Is half an hour enough?"

Feng Jun glanced at him sideways, "Can you help me get some TNT as well?"

"You're just being stubborn," Zhang Wei pointed at him with a smile, just about to speak, when the hostess walked in with the beer.

With an outsider present, it wasn't convenient to talk about detonators and TNT, but Zhang Wei still wanted to press the issue. He nodded with a smile, "Fine, I'll help you get them, but... since you've raised the stakes, I can only give you ten minutes."

"Deal!" Feng Jun, with the alcohol going to his head, nodded without hesitation.

He then unlocked his phone and glanced sideways at Zhang Wei again, "Let's... honor the bet if we lose."

"That goes without saying," Zhang Wei nodded very decisively.

Li Qiang started to stir the pot again, "I say, little Feng, you haven't said what you'll pay Da Wei if you lose."

Feng Jun, without looking up while opening the 'People Nearby' feature, replied, "If I lose, I'll cover the bill for today."

"That's fantastic," Zhang Wei laughed. "Then I'll have to order two hostesses in a while, one for each hand."

"You can order ten for all I care," Feng Jun replied without looking up. "In any case, I'm definitely not the one paying the bill."

Li Qiang took out his own phone, set a timer, and announced gleefully, "Timing has started! It's ten minutes, exactly."

"Ten minutes is for him to find a real stunner," Zhang Wei smiled, acting very magnanimous. "If he can add a beauty within half an hour, I'll count it as my loss."

The hostess looked at Feng Jun, who was busy with his phone, vaguely guessing what they were talking about, and couldn't help but curl her lip slightly.

Even if you find a beauty, are you sure she'll add you back?