{Chapter: 336 Ye Feng: Are you not going to give me any explanation?! II}
"Ye Feng, I never confirmed that I would do long-term business with you," Feng Dahai said coldly, with no trace of his usual politeness. "Our cooperation ends here. As for the deposit, I'll return it to you immediately."
The bluntness of his words, combined with his sudden change in tone, made Ye Feng freeze.
What Feng Dahai didn't say outright was that the batch of mask sheets originally intended for Ye Feng and the Chen family was now being redirected to Yanyue Company. He no longer had the luxury of choosing clients. With his life hanging in the balance, he had made his choice.
To Feng Dahai, money was important—but staying alive was more important. And the only thing that mattered now was escaping safely. Business ventures, investments, and partnerships all became irrelevant in comparison.
If he could avoid offending Ye Feng and the Chen family, he certainly would have. But at this point, he was a man on the run. He had no time for pleasantries, and his patience was running thin. If circumstances were just slightly worse, he wouldn't have even bothered returning the money.
Ye Feng, of course, had no idea about the conversation that had earlier shaken Feng Dahai to his core—an encounter with Lin Yuan that left him completely rattled. He couldn't understand why Feng Dahai suddenly sounded as if he no longer feared him—or anyone else.
And he especially couldn't understand why the once-submissive businessman, who used to flatter him with every word, had now dropped the respectful 'President Ye' altogether and referred to him by name like a stranger.
The sudden termination of the cooperation, the absence of any explanation, and the cold, business-like attitude made Ye Feng furious.
If he had known that just an hour earlier, Feng Dahai had practically groveled before Lin Yuan in sheer terror, he would have lost his temper even more.
But even without knowing that, he was already livid.
Ye Feng's voice rose sharply. "Boss Feng, do you even realize how critical those facial masks are to my plan? Even if we haven't signed a formal contract yet, I already paid a deposit! Are you seriously going to back out without giving me so much as a reason?!"
His tone grew more aggressive with each word, and by the end of his outburst, he was nearly shouting into the phone.
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Ye Feng shouted furiously at Feng Dahai over the phone, his voice echoing with frustration and disbelief.
But Feng Dahai, who was already in a foul mood, wasn't in the least intimidated.
To him, Ye Feng meant nothing anymore.
Their short-lived cooperation was officially over.
So when Ye Feng raised his voice, demanding answers and accountability, Feng Dahai snapped back without hesitation. His tone was cold and unwavering.
"There's nothing to explain," he said bluntly. "I'll sell my facial mask sheets to whoever I damn well please. If you want some, go find another supplier. I'm out."
The words hit Ye Feng like a slap to the face. Feng Dahai had always been cautious and somewhat respectful in previous conversations. But now—now he sounded fearless and dismissive, like a man who no longer cared about consequences.
And before Ye Feng could say another word, a sharp beep cut through the line.
Feng Dahai had hung up on him.
"FUCK!!!"
Ye Feng exploded with rage.
He hurled his phone across the room. The device shattered on impact, its screen splintering and small plastic pieces flying in all directions. A couple of fragments even ricocheted off the walls and skittered across the floor.
At that exact moment, the door burst open.
Chen Meng had heard the commotion from outside and rushed in.
As soon as he stepped into the room, his eyes widened at the sight of Ye Feng's shattered phone scattered all over the floor like broken glass.
"Xiao Feng, what happened?" Chen Meng asked quickly, his tone filled with concern.
Ye Feng didn't answer right away.
He simply sat there, his expression dark and brooding, as if a storm cloud had settled over him.
He was seething.
In his mind, images of his previous setbacks flashed like lightning. He remembered how Lin Yuan had humiliated the Chen family—how he had caused the downfall and death of Chen Qu.
Ye Feng still didn't know that Lin Yuan was also behind Feng Dahai's sudden change of heart. But regardless, the betrayal alone had lit a fire in his chest.
For Ye Feng, Feng Dahai's refusal to follow through wasn't just a business issue—it was personal.
The man had dared to betray him, to act like he was nothing, like he didn't matter.
The worst part?
Feng Dahai's facial mask sheets had been the cornerstone of Ye Feng's grand plan. With them, he could undercut Yanyue Company, disrupt Yan Ruyue's business, and launch his own brand into the market. It was the perfect two-in-one strategy—destroy a rival and dominate a lucrative industry.
Now?
That plan had just crumbled to pieces… along with his phone.
And Ye Feng couldn't tolerate that.
He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms as he struggled to contain his fury.
Everything had been perfectly set up.
Now it was all falling apart.
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Meanwhile, on the other end of the call…
Feng Dahai leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. His head throbbed, and he could feel exhaustion creeping into his bones. Half his brain felt numb. His nerves were frayed from everything that had happened.
He wasn't thinking about Ye Feng anymore.
He couldn't afford to.
Right now, he was thinking only about escape.
He needed to get out of Jiangbei. And fast.
He had made up his mind. He would leave the city for good—first thing tomorrow morning.
But just as he was collecting his thoughts, a knock startled him.
Knock knock knock.
The sudden noise made him flinch.
"Brother Feng?" came a voice from outside. It belonged to one of his employees.
Feng Dahai let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
"Why the hell are you knocking like that?! You scared me half to death! What is it?" he barked, his nerves still on edge.
The employee hesitated, then responded, "We're ready to send the facial mask sheets to the Yanyue Company's processing plant. The shipment's prepped. We're about to head out."
Feng Dahai paused for a moment, then made a snap decision.
"Wait. I'll come with you," he said, standing up and quickly straightening his clothes.
He had to maintain appearances. He couldn't let anyone—especially Lin Yuan—suspect that he was planning to run.
By showing up personally at Yanyue Company, he could plant the illusion that everything was normal. That he was still doing business, still committed.
Let Lin Yuan think he was safe and relaxed.
And then… vanish.
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On the other side of the city…
Lin Yuan sat calmly in his office. He had just ended a phone call when a familiar voice echoed in his mind.
[Ding! Plot Reversal Triggered! You have successfully intercepted the facial mask sheet deal from Feng Dahai! Reward: 1000 Counterattack Points!]
A subtle smile curved his lips.
The system's notification confirmed what he had suspected all along.
In the original storyline, Ye Feng and Yan Ruyue had formed an alliance. They'd even secured the supply of facial mask sheets through Feng Dahai.
But not this time.
Lin Yuan had flipped the entire script.
As long as Ye Feng didn't profit, the system considered it a successful reversal.
Ye Feng's plans to dominate the facial mask industry had been derailed—completely and efficiently at least for two or three weeks.
Sitting nearby, Yan Ruyue was unaware of the system prompt in Lin Yuan's mind, but she could sense something had shifted.
She looked at him with wide, curious eyes, her long lashes fluttering slightly. Her elegant face was painted with surprise and admiration.
There was something mysterious about Lin Yuan—something powerful.
And in that moment, she knew…
Yan Ruyue looked at Lin Yuan, her elegant features softening with gratitude. "I really didn't expect you to solve the issue with the facial mask sheets so quickly. That problem had been pressing on me like a mountain. I was so anxious I couldn't even sleep properly last night. Thank you, truly…"
Lin Yuan gave a casual smile, his tone calm but reassuring. "It's nothing. We're partners now, remember? Since we agreed to cooperate, I naturally wouldn't leave you to handle everything alone."
Yan Ruyue nodded earnestly, clearly relieved. "Well, now that the most urgent problem is solved, what about the second one? What should we do about the endorser and model for the product?"
She paused for a moment, collecting her thoughts before speaking again. "Actually, between the two issues, the facial mask sheet supply was more critical. As for the model and endorser, it's not ideal, but we could manage with a temporary substitute if necessary. It's not perfect, but it would buy us some time."
Lin Yuan shook his head firmly. "No, even if we've secured the raw materials, the choice of endorser is still a major piece of the puzzle. I'm planning to use the Yanyue brand as the platform to launch a whole new line of facial mask products. For that kind of move, we need a powerful spokesperson—someone with massive influence, not only here but world wide, someone unforgettable."
He leaned forward slightly, his eyes serious. "And not just anyone. It has to be a top-tier celebrity. A true A-lister."
Yan Ruyue blinked. "That's going to be extremely difficult. First-line celebrities are hard to come by, and even harder to hire. I've already tried contacting two—one refused to renew her contract on the previous price, and the other got into an accident. She's out of commission for who knows how long."
She let out a soft sigh. "Given the time pressure we're under, where can we possibly find someone of that caliber right now?"
Lin Yuan's lips curled into a confident smirk. "It's true that top stars are hard to contact—but I actually happen to know someone. And if all goes well, I can speak with her today and discuss a potential collaboration."
Yan Ruyue's beautiful eyes widened with curiosity and disbelief. "You know someone? A first-line celebrity? Personally?"