Zhang Wei had never actually dealt with detonators, but he still dared to make that promise. Why? Because Feng Jun had money.
In Wang Haifeng's eyes, Feng Jun was still the same old Feng Jun. Even if he had come into a little money, the way he had gotten it was rather suspicious, so Wang Haifeng did not dare guarantee that he could get detonators.
But in Zhang Wei's eyes, Little Feng could casually pull out five hundred thousand to help him complete a task. That meant he really had money.
And he probably had far more than five hundred thousand.
Not to mention that Feng Jun had promised that if he could get detonators, Feng Jun could help him bring in business.
Why were detonators controlled? Because they could easily be used by people with ulterior motives to cause trouble.
Would someone who was very rich still cause trouble?
Maybe they would, but that was definitely a very small minority.
This was society's common understanding: once someone had money, they had status, and their life became precious. They would not easily do bad things—at least not petty bad things. If they did anything, it would be something big.
So Zhang Wei's logic was simple: Feng Jun had money, so helping him get a few detonators was no big deal.
Wang Haifeng's connections might not have been any worse than Zhang Wei's, but he could not get past his own conscience. He always felt that Feng Jun wanted detonators to make money through illegal means, and he was not confident about it himself.
Feng Jun was overjoyed when he heard that. Zhang Wei looked arrogant, but he really did have some connections. His attitude immediately became warmer.
Zhang Wei knew that he had been somewhat dismissive of Feng Jun earlier, and he also wanted to make up for it.
At ten o'clock, the birthday banquet ended. Zhang Wei was already a little tipsy and grabbed Li Qiang and Feng Jun, refusing to let them leave. "Little Feng, Qiangzi, it's rare for us to be this happy. Let's find somewhere to have some fun."
Li Qiang was a little tipsy too, but he could tell that Dawei wanted to win Feng Jun over and bring business to the company.
In any case, he worked at the television station and had seen all kinds of occasions. He was also someone who liked to have fun, so he said with a smile, "The two of us are both single. It's up to Little Feng."
Sure enough, the two of them really were single. Like Wang Haifeng, they both had plenty going for them, but of the three, only Wang Haifeng was married—there was no helping it; Mrs. Wang had pursued him too fiercely.
Feng Jun had wanted to refuse, but his body was being very honest. It was already getting restless.
Fine, for the sake of the detonators, I'll risk my life to keep these gentlemen company!
Zhang Wei suggested Mingjue Club, one of the best nightclubs in Yang City—at least among the kind open to the public.
Li Qiang agreed. He actually knew of two top-tier members-only nightclubs, but spending there was far too expensive. It was not worth it to treat Feng Jun there—this was only a five-hundred-thousand-yuan deal. Was it worth spending twenty or thirty thousand?
Anyway, Mingjue Club was already impressive enough.
Unfortunately, they had come at the wrong time—it was a little late.
They chose a medium-sized private room, nearly fifty square meters. After the three sat down, a hostess brought in seven or eight girls.
Zhang Wei and Li Qiang were both veterans of such places. They immediately told her to turn on all the lights so they could choose.
Under the harsh lights, even the best makeup could not hide anything. Zhang Wei swept his gaze over them and looked displeased. "Come on, are you treating us like we can't pay? Is Sister Li here?"
"Oh, Sister Li went back to her hometown," the hostess answered with an apologetic smile. "You gentlemen... came a little late."
It was half past ten, so it really was late. The pretty, well-built girls had basically all been picked by earlier customers.
"I'm entertaining good brothers here. I can't just make do," Zhang Wei said, leaning back on the sofa with his arms spread across its backrest as he looked at her casually. "So what are you saying... we should go somewhere else?"
Feng Jun spoke up. "How about we find somewhere to drink instead? What's so fun about singing?"
He was not just putting on airs. He did not mind having girls around when singing, but that only meant playing dice and drinking, maybe putting an arm around one at most. He would never take one out afterward. Going to a bar was more worthwhile; perhaps they might run into some non-professional women and consider having a friendly match.
"Please don't," the hostess said anxiously. She immediately forced a smile. "Wait a moment. I'll arrange someone else for you."
Sister Li, like her, was only a hostess here, but since they knew Sister Li, they were clearly experienced regulars.
Besides, there was no reason to push customers out after they had entered, was there?
"See? You were trying to fob us off," Li Qiang said with a wave of his hand. "Go on, hurry up."
After the group left, Zhang Wei snorted unhappily. "They looked like that and still dared come out for work? Damn it... who gave them that confidence?"
Li Qiang chuckled. "With your looks, Dawei, it should be the other way around. You should be charging them."
"Cut it out." Zhang Wei glanced at him. "By the way, has your station had any new female interns lately?"
"Don't even mention it." Li Qiang waved his hand. "Three came in total. Two found sugar daddies, and the other one is fucking ugly. She'll definitely come if you call her. Want her?"
As they spoke, the hostess brought in another five girls. Once the lights came on, the three exchanged looks without saying a word.
Li Qiang gave a slight wave of his hand. Seeing that, the hostess took the girls and left the room on her own.
Zhang Wei glanced at the hostess standing some distance away. "In that case... we're leaving."
"Please wait a little longer," the hostess pleaded, trying hard to keep them. "How about this? I'll send you a case of beer. You can drink that first?"
Zhang Wei shot her a sidelong glance. "Miss, do you think... I can't afford a case of beer?"
Li Qiang continued to chuckle from where he sat.
The hostess was clearly still a novice, and his teasing left her at a loss.
Watching this, Feng Jun felt an inexplicable sense of ease. Since coming to Yang City, he had not relaxed like this in a long time.
"Let's drink first." He opened a can of beer and started drinking by himself. "Zhang Wei, what made you think of coming to a place like this? It really isn't much."
Zhang Wei also opened a can of beer and answered indignantly, "In Yang City, this place counts as top-tier. Those girls we just turned down would be the main attractions at any smaller venue."
He could criticize Mingjue Club himself, but when Feng Jun said it, he could not quite save face. It made him feel as though his own taste was lacking.
Li Qiang, however, waved at the hostess. "I don't drink beer. Come on, bring me red wine instead."
Only after seeing them begin drinking did the hostess relax—apparently, they were not leaving after all.
She turned to go get the wine, then smiled before leaving. "The girls here really aren't bad. It's just that the three of you have standards that are too high."
That was the truth. Mingjue Club claimed to be among Yang City's best, so how could the girls be low quality? Even if there were no outstanding choices left at the moment, they were still beyond what ordinary small venues could offer.
The problem was that these three had excellent qualifications themselves, and they were young. Naturally, they were unwilling to settle.
Just as Li Qiang had said—each of the three was qualified to charge the girls instead.
Hearing the hostess's words, Zhang Wei laughed heartily. "All right, urge them again and get us some better goods. My brother here has high standards."
Feng Jun set down his beer and belched. "Their makeup is all too heavy. Aren't there any more natural-looking ones?"
"You're an amateur, aren't you?" Li Qiang laughed at him. "How many women who work nights look decent after taking off their makeup?"
Feng Jun sighed regretfully. "That's why I prefer bars. The girls there are fresher."
Zhang Wei was unconvinced. "They may be fresher, but how many are actually good-looking?"
"That's not right," Feng Jun said, a little tipsy himself and beginning to argue seriously. "There are plenty of beautiful women who don't come to nightclubs."
"That's 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 if I just use ChatChat's Shake feature and tap People Nearby, I could find someone decent."
"Hmph." Li Qiang and Zhang Wei snorted in unison.
Zhang Wei was better about it, since he needed something from Feng Jun, but Li Qiang was now seriously competing with him.
"I see plenty of beauties at the station, but beauties have always been a scarce resource. No matter how many there are, there aren't enough to go around. If you can add a beautiful woman through People Nearby right now, I'll call you big brother!"
Feng Jun smiled and waved his hand. "I wouldn't dare accept that. You two are older than me, so how could I dare act so recklessly?"
Hearing that, Zhang Wei could not take it anymore. So Feng Jun thought he could definitely add a beautiful woman, but simply did not dare?
He immediately spoke up. "Don't say that. Add one right now. If you really can add a beautiful woman, I'll take care of all the detonators you want. Is half an hour enough?"
Feng Jun shot him a sidelong glance. "Can you also help get some TNT?"
"You sure can talk tough." Zhang Wei pointed at him with a smile. Just as he was about to continue, the hostess came in carrying beer.
With an outsider present, it was inconvenient to mention detonators and TNT. Still, Zhang Wei insisted on the bet and nodded with a smile. "Fine, I'll get it for you. But... since you raised the stakes, you only get ten minutes."
"No problem!" Feng Jun's alcohol-fueled confidence surged, and he nodded without hesitation.
Then he unlocked his phone and glanced sideways at Zhang Wei. "We'll accept the result of the bet, right?"
"Absolutely." Zhang Wei nodded readily.
Li Qiang joined in again. "Hey, Little Feng, you haven't said what you'll give Dawei if you lose."
As he opened People Nearby, Feng Jun answered without looking up, "If I lose, I'll cover tonight's bill."
"That's great." Zhang Wei laughed. "Then I'll order two girls later, one in each arm."
"You can order ten if you want," Feng Jun answered without looking up. "Either way, I definitely won't be paying."
Li Qiang took out his own phone, opened the timer, and announced excitedly, "Timing starts now, timing starts now. Ten minutes, that's all."
"Ten minutes is for him to find a real knockout," Zhang Wei said with a smile, sounding generous. "As long as he adds a beautiful woman within half an hour, I lose."
The hostess looked at Feng Jun, who was fiddling with his phone, and vaguely guessed what they were talking about. She could not help curling her lips slightly.
Even if he found a beautiful woman, could he be sure she would add him?
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