Pan Zhenlin looked at the four big men and then at Han Guangjia in confusion.

what happens?

"Are you confused? You can go and see what's going on with these four of your people."

"Hey! The four of you." Pan Zhenlin shouted.

The four big men didn't react at all and just stood there like clay figures.

"You four talk."

Still no response.

Something seems wrong.

Wan Feng smiled and made a gesture of invitation.

Pan Zhenlin stood up hesitantly, walked to the four big men blocking the door, and reached out to push the big man on the far left.

Unexpectedly, the big man fell straight back.

Fortunately, Pan Zhenlin reacted quickly and supported the big man.

He felt like he was holding onto a piece of wood instead of a person.

What is going on? Has he been bewitched?

Pan Zhenlin wanted to help the big man stand up straight, but the big man was so heavy that sweat broke out on Pan Zhenlin's forehead while he was farting.

"Surprised? Unexpected? Have you heard of the Sunflower Acupressure Hand?"

Pan Zhenlin shook his head honestly. He had indeed never heard of the Sunflower Acupoint Pressing Technique.

Wan Feng raised his hand and snapped his fingers again.

Han Guangjia stood up and walked in front of the four big men.

The four big men regained consciousness almost at the same time, then sat down on the ground trembling, sweating profusely and looking at Han Guangjia with fear on their faces.

They themselves don't know when it happened.

Pan Zhenlin looked extremely ugly when he returned to his seat.

Wan Feng was sure that his expression wouldn't be so ugly even when his father died.

"Manager Pan! I believe our negotiations will be very successful."

Pan Zhenlin wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded: "I also think it will be very successful."

"Oh! Manager Pan, you look really unhappy! Are you unwilling to give up? I can give you another chance to find someone else. You can find the most powerful people in Xianggang."

There are five people outside and the photos haven’t even been revealed yet.

"Mr. Wan! Let's negotiate properly!"

"Look! If it had been this early, we would have gone to lunch. Come on! I won't take the opportunity to ask you for a high-level one, or nine million, and I'll give you a chance to bargain."

The subsequent negotiations went very smoothly, and Pan Zhenlin countered with trepidation.

Wan Feng did not make things difficult for him, and the two parties finally reached a deal for HK$8 million.

Wan Feng would have been satisfied with selling it for HK$7 million, but he sold it for HK$1 million more.

Pan Zhenlin gave Wan Feng a check, and Wan Feng gave the other party the drawings.

Wan Feng called Lin Lairong on the spot and asked him to help him verify the check at the bank, so as to avoid wasting his time if he got a check that could not be cashed.

When everything was fine, Wan Feng shook hands with Pan Zhenlin in a friendly manner.

"Manager Pan! It's a pleasure working with you!"

“Happy cooperation! Happy cooperation!”

"Then we say goodbye."

Wan Feng put the check in his pocket and walked out with Han Guangjia. He met up with Yang Jianguo and others outside and then went to have lunch.

Wan Feng felt that he had completed everything he needed to do on this trip to Hunan and Hong Kong, so the next step was naturally to return to Shenzhen.

Lin Lairong exchanged all of Wan Feng's Hong Kong dollars into Chinese currency and personally escorted Wan Feng through customs with her second brother Lin Tingfang.

After passing the customs, I returned to the residence arranged by Ye Qianwen in Shenzhen.

At Ye Qianwen's residence, Wan Feng gave each person a check for two million.

In name, it was what they earned from following Wan Feng to Xianggang to play ball, but in fact, it was the reward given by Wan Feng.

They didn't spend a penny on the game, so what were they betting on?

Ye Qianwen slapped his head in regret: "If I had known that playing ball could make so much money, I would have invested a few thousand too."

Wan Feng was shocked when he heard this. Could it be that he had opened a Pandora's box?

"If you go gambling on football while I'm not around, I'll let Brother Han kill you!"

The budding love in Ye Qianwen's heart must be nipped in the bud right away.

You bet on football, you bet on shit, you know how deep the water is in the gambling field.

"Wan Feng! There's one thing I don't understand. Why did you sell the blueprint? I don't think it's worth it or necessary."

Han Guang's family still couldn't understand why Wan Feng would take the risk to sell this blueprint.

Eight million Hong Kong dollars is only five million RMB. He doesn't seem to be short of this little money.

"This guy is from mainland China. Six years ago, he defrauded Mr. Yin Zhenfei of two million. I'm just helping Mr. Yin get his revenge."

"Two million six years ago!" Ye Qianwen was surprised.

"Mr. Yin was defrauded of two million but still managed to survive. He is so strong!" Yang Jianguo couldn't help but admire him.

"Now it seems that Mr. Yin has it really hard. No wonder he works so hard!"

Han Guangjia, who almost never praised anyone, exclaimed in praise.

They all know what two million meant six years ago.

"Six years ago, I didn't even know if I had two million."

Wan Feng had no idea whether he had a net worth of two million in 1984. Even if he had, it would probably be around that level, not much more.

Anyway, before Clivia, his net worth seemed to be around 32 million.

"This isn't revenge, the blueprints aren't fake. It's just a transaction." Han Meng questioned.

"Haha! That blueprint will be obsolete in a month or so. There's no use for him buying it. Do you think it counts as revenge?"

Thanks to Yin Zhenfei's aggressiveness, the second-generation switch entered the market in just over a month.

By the time the second-generation machine is released and the price of the first-generation machine has dropped to the cost line, that blueprint will be just a piece of waste paper.

What's the point of producing it?

"Fuck! You're such a good fool, you're full of schemes. You cheated him with the blueprints, and then when he invested in making the machine and it didn't sell well, you got cheated again." Ye Qianwen muttered.

"That depends on who you're dealing with. This guy isn't a good person either. He's trying to force a sale. We're all in here and we've all taken action. Who else can we cheat if not him? If we kill him, we might even save a lot of people. And this isn't a conspiracy. It's an open conspiracy at best. I gave him the real blueprints. You can't accuse me of cheating you. I didn't even use a fake name. Even if he finds me later, I wouldn't dare accuse him of cheating."

That’s right! This is an open conspiracy.

If it was a conspiracy, Wan Feng would have used a fake name. Pan Zhenlin wouldn't dare to come to the mainland anyway.

Even if Wan Feng was blocked by Pan Zhenlin in Xianggang in the future and took him to court, he would not be able to win the lawsuit.

"It's getting late now, and there aren't any more activities today. If you want to go out for a walk after dinner, go ahead. If you don't want to go out, just have a good rest. Tomorrow we'll go see some friends and then go to Dongguan."

After dinner, Zhang Xian and Han Meng followed Ye Qianwen to the dance hall to have fun. Wan Feng did not go out for a stroll, but rested at Ye Qianwen's house.

No words were spoken that night.

The next morning, after breakfast, Wan Feng and his group hired a car and came to the location of Warwick Company.