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{Chapter: 333 Good luck!}
"Talk? And what exactly do you want to talk about?" Lin Yuan asked with a faint smile, his voice calm and composed, as if completely unfazed by Feng Dahai's pleading tone.
There was no fluctuation in his tone from the beginning—calm, steady, and authoritative.
On the other end of the line, Feng Dahai tried desperately to stabilize his breathing, suppressing the panic in his chest. Though rattled, he was not a fool. In fact, as a man who had clawed his way to success in the ruthless world of business—and who carried blood on his hands—Feng Dahai was no stranger to pressure. He was clever. Calculated. A survivor.
Had he been anything less, he would have crumbled long ago.
But Lin Yuan… Lin Yuan had taken him completely by surprise. The precision, the detail, the sheer confidence in his voice—it had struck at the very foundation of Feng Dahai's carefully buried past. A past he had spent over a decade hiding, even from his wife and child.
The killing had haunted him over the years. Sometimes in the dead of night. Sometimes in quiet moments when he let his guard down. Guilt gnawed at him like a rat behind closed doors.
And now, with his darkest secrets laid bare by someone he met just today—his emotions were understandably out of control.
But slowly, inch by inch, he managed to compose himself.
Lin Yuan hadn't contacted the police yet. That was key. Despite knowing everything, he hadn't taken any direct action. That meant he wanted something. This wasn't just about revenge or justice—no, this was negotiation.
The realization made Feng Dahai's sharp mind spin into motion.
And then it clicked.
Lin Yuan was Yan Ruyue's boyfriend.
And not long ago, he had stepped into the conflict between Yanyue Company and Feng Dahai's own business. The timing was too perfect to be coincidence.
So this was a power move. Blackmail? Leverage? Or perhaps a warning?
Either way, the only logical option was to offer a deal.
"I… I can give you five hundred million," Feng Dahai said at last, his tone respectful and almost desperate. "I'll also maintain the original pricing on the facial mask sheets. Actually—no—I'll give you a discount. A generous one. I'll continue supplying Yanyue Company without delay or issue."
There was a pause, and then he added quickly, "If you think five hundred million isn't enough, we can renegotiate. I'm open to further discussion. But please, let's talk this through."
The transformation in Feng Dahai was dramatic.
Just minutes ago, he had spoken with arrogance, disdain, and thinly veiled hostility. He'd even threatened to hang up on Lin Yuan.
Now, he was all humility. Willing to offer massive amounts of money. Willing to deliver products at a discount. Willing to bend over backward to please the man who held his future in the palm of his hand.
And it wasn't just the money—he was offering to cover delivery costs, provide discounts, and do anything Lin Yuan wanted to keep this buried.
Standing beside Lin Yuan, Yan Ruyue was left completely stunned.
She had heard everything on speakerphone. Every word. Every change in Feng Dahai's tone. She watched the arrogant man, once so dismissive and difficult to work with, suddenly reduced to a compliant, almost pathetic figure, groveling over the phone.
There was even a faint tremble in his voice—a trace of genuine fear.
It was shocking to witness. But at the same time, it made sense.
Lin Yuan had uncovered a secret that could destroy Feng Dahai's life in an instant. Not just his business, but everything. His reputation. His freedom. His family.
It was murder, after all.
Still, Yan Ruyue was deeply puzzled.
How did Lin Yuan know all this?
He had only met Feng Dahai today. That much she was sure of. And yet he spoke with the confidence of someone who had been investigating him for years.
She turned to glance at Lin Yuan, her eyes filled with questions. There was a glimmer of awe in them too—mixed with curiosity and slight disbelief.
But Lin Yuan didn't return her gaze. He didn't explain himself. He didn't answer her unspoken questions.
He remained calm, his expression unchanged, his voice steady as ever—even as the man on the phone nearly begged for his forgiveness.
"Boss Feng, you're really sharp," Lin Yuan replied casually. "Actually, this whole thing is just a small matter to me. We don't need to talk about money."
His tone remained light and unaffected, almost as if he were discussing the weather.
"I just think it'd be a shame not to do business with someone as talented and resourceful as you, Boss Feng. That's all."
On the other end, Feng Dahai nearly choked.
'Trivial matter'? Not about money?
Who did Lin Yuan think he was fooling? The threat was as clear as day.
And now he was pretending like none of this was for leverage?
Nonsense!
But Lin Yuan had him cornered. He knew it. And there was nothing he could do but play along.
He forced a bitter smile through the phone—though of course, no one could see it.
Was his offer still not enough?
And what else would Lin Yuan ask for?
That, he still didn't know. But one thing was certain—this man was no ordinary young upstart.
And underestimating him had been a grave mistake.
"Alright then… Seven hundred million! I'll give you seven hundred million in cash," Feng Dahai said quickly, his voice tinged with urgency. "On top of that, I'll provide facial mask sheets at a significantly reduced price. Surely, that's enough, right?"
Feng Dahai had assumed Lin Yuan found his earlier offer unsatisfactory—perhaps the sum of five hundred million wasn't enough to seal the deal. In an effort to secure his safety and appease Lin Yuan, he immediately raised the offer by an additional two hundred million.
However, Lin Yuan responded calmly, his tone unshaken by the large numbers being thrown around. "No," he said, voice steady as ever. "Money is not the issue. As long as Dahai Corporation continues its cooperation with the Yanyue Company, that's enough for me. What I want is long-term collaboration—stability. That's all. Besides, we both understand there are certain things I know… and I intend to keep them between us."
There was a short silence on the other end of the line.
Then, Feng Dahai burst into laughter, though it was clearly a nervous laugh masked as cheerful. "Haha! That's easy, very easy! I'll have a fresh batch of facial mask sheets delivered to Yanyue Company's processing plant within thirty minutes. And just so you know, our facial mask sheet production technology has recently improved—significantly. This batch I'll provide for only one-third of the original price. Consider it a token of our partnership!"
In truth, Feng Dahai was still deeply unsettled. He couldn't relax, not when Lin Yuan clearly knew about the skeletons in his closet. But since Lin Yuan had asked only for continued cooperation with Yanyue Company and not a single cent in cash, there wasn't much he could do besides agree. Refusing wasn't an option—not when his darkest secret was hanging by a thread, gripped tightly in Lin Yuan's hand.
"Haha, wonderful! Boss Feng is indeed generous. I look forward to a long and fruitful partnership. And I'm more than satisfied with the price point you've offered," Lin Yuan replied with a light laugh of his own.
"Then it's settled!" Feng Dahai confirmed enthusiastically. "Expect a bulk delivery within the next twenty minutes."
Without wasting any more words, Lin Yuan ended the call.
But the moment he hung up, the easygoing smile vanished from his face. His expression returned to its natural calm—detached and cool.
Next to him, Yan Ruyue stood in stunned silence. She had heard the entire conversation—the call had been on speaker the whole time.
Just moments ago, Feng Dahai, a man known for his pride and dominance in the business world, had been panicked, submissive, and nearly groveling. It was almost unbelievable. His voice, which had been arrogant and irritated during the first call, had now become soft, respectful, and desperate. The shift had been dramatic.
Yan Ruyue could hardly believe her ears.
Lin Yuan had claimed earlier that the problem would be solved within the day. No, scratch that—he had said it would be resolved in half an hour. And now, here she was, watching it unfold exactly as he'd said.
She couldn't help but think: How does he do this? How does someone like Lin Yuan exist?
She stared at him, her expression frozen in shock.
The truth was, Lin Yuan didn't just solve problems—he dismantled them. Cleanly, quickly, and without a ripple of doubt or hesitation. In her eyes, he was no longer just a handsome young man; there was something frightening about him… something dangerous.
And yet, she couldn't look away.
Yan Ruyue's thoughts were racing wildly: How in the world did Lin Yuan find out that Feng Dahai had killed people? How did he learn all those details—ones only someone involved in the case would know? It's as if he was watching everything in real time. But that's impossible, isn't it?
Unable to hold back her curiosity any longer, she finally broke her silence. "Lin Yuan… how did you know that Feng Dahai had killed someone?"
Her voice trembled slightly with disbelief. This was the question that weighed most heavily on her mind.
After all, Lin Yuan had only met Feng Dahai today. There had been no previous connection between them, no time to investigate. So how?
Of course, Lin Yuan couldn't just say that it was all thanks to a background investigation he had acquired from Ye Feng ahead of time.
Instead, he simply smiled and said, "Do you remember what happened at the banquet?"
Yan Ruyue blinked in confusion. "Yes…?"
Then her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Wait—don't tell me this is about that fortune-teller nonsense again…"
Seeing her wary look, Lin Yuan chuckled softly. He had expected that reaction. Even if he told the truth, she probably wouldn't believe it. Besides, it was much more fun this way.
"No, no," Lin Yuan said with a mysterious smile. "I didn't calculate anything. But let me tell you something else instead. You look beautiful today."
Yan Ruyue blinked again, this time caught off guard by the sudden compliment.
"And as for your future," Lin Yuan continued playfully, "your peach blossom luck is off the charts. You'll have a streak of good fortune over the next seven days—not just in love, but in many areas. Just wait and see."
Yan Ruyue frowned, a blush slowly creeping up her cheeks. "Tch… You're changing the subject again."
But even as she said that, her heart beat a little faster.
Somewhere deep down, she wondered—what kind of man is this Lin Yuan, really?