Many citizens were unaware that the several businesses that have sprung up in Makino City this year were all the work of Lin Yifeng.

The following day, under Lin Yifeng's arrangement, newspapers and television stations also published advertisements for Pang Donglai's upcoming opening.

This immediately made Pang Donglai a hot topic of discussion among the residents of Muye City.

At the same time, Lin Yifeng also began to suffer.

Starting the next day, Ye Wuzheng and a few others in his small circle took turns arranging meals with Lin Yifeng, indicating that the "leader" wanted to get to know Lin Yifeng.

Fortunately, thanks to Yan Bingshan's connection and the help of Qian Feng and his group in explaining things, Lin Yifeng didn't drink much.

Even so, Lin Yifeng still had a full line of people waiting for him all day.

One drinking party at noon and two in the evening, three drinking parties a day for five consecutive days, made Lin Yifeng's legs feel weak.

Even on the day Pang Donglai opened, if Xu Qingyi hadn't dragged him to the opening ceremony, Lin Yifeng would have loved to sleep in bed all day.

On the opening day, Yan Bingshan also gave them a lot of face and directly helped with the cutting.

After the cutting was finished, he looked at Lin Yifeng with dark circles under his eyes and felt a little sorry for him.

"It'll be over soon, take a good rest."

Lin Yifeng nodded.

After the opening ceremony, there were basically no major problems.

On that day, Ye Wuzheng also specially dispatched a group of colleagues to help deal with various problems.

With Yan Bingshan's help, a few days ago, they applied to the city to set up temporary posts around Pang Donglai to maintain public order.

Ye Wuzheng never dreamed that the person who suffered the most from the opening of Pang Donglai was not Lin Yifeng, but himself.

The detention center was completely full that day, and countless pickpockets in Makino City were detained together. Even the surrounding police stations had two rows of people squatting on the floor as soon as you entered the room.

Ye Wu was looking at the group of people delivering sales targets, feeling like crying but having no tears.

Lin Yifeng left Pang Donglai's side to Donglai and his team to handle things.

He was going to report each and every one of these people.

So much so that three days after Pang Donglai opened, Ye Wuzheng called Lin Yifeng directly and told him that after this week, Lin Yifeng had to treat him to a good meal.

Lin Yifeng, who had already fled back to Stone Village for refuge, readily agreed.

Bai Yejin, carrying a bowl of freshly cooked chicken soup, inquired with concern.

"Work-related matters?"

Lin Yifeng nodded helplessly.

"Then get some rest."

"It's already the last month of the year."

Don't ruin your health.

Bai Yejin ladled a bowl of chicken soup for Lin Yifeng, her eyes filled with worry.

Lin Yifeng looked out the window at the gradually darkening sky and couldn't help but sigh.

Is it the last month?

Time flies.

Lin Yifeng didn't even realize that the last month of the year had already arrived.

After this month ends, it will soon be 1993.

1993 was bound to be a year of market turmoil.