My Nightclub Landlady Chapter 74 Zhao Jun's Pain

Zhao Jun had already made all this clear. Qin Feng wanted to cooperate with him, but naturally, things weren't so simple. It was profitable for all the mob bosses to maintain good relations. If Zhao Jun couldn't make any profit, calling him the Big Boss would be useless. Instead, he would become a target to everyone, and if he couldn't handle the role, he'd be up to his neck in trouble.

This was what's called 'contentment'.

Zhao Jun had seen too many ambitious people rise and fall. There are many rising stars in the world, but most of them soon fall like meteors, only allowed a fleeting moment in the spotlight. It's not easy to fight society. Only those who understand how to cooperate can attain a certain position and wealth. They would have the best endings and the greatest blessings.

"Haha, you are thinking about your own safety, your own future. Have you ever considered the people under you? You can take care of yourself for a thousand years, but what about them?"

Qin Feng hummed, "To tell you the truth, if I thought it would be good for Sister Flower, who has followed you for so many years, to leave you now, I would have taken her away already. The reason I am willing to help you is the same. You are her backbone. You must have enough prestige to make it work. If you only think about yourself and act submissively with no regard for how it affects those below you, then I do not think you are a good leader, and I won't let Sister Flower follow you anymore."

Qin Feng felt that it was necessary to speak clearly with Zhao Jun. If he was allowed to act this way, he would deviate further and further from the plan Qin Feng had laid out. Sister Flower was still just a p.a.w.n in Zhao Jun's hands, which could be thrown out at any time if it was in his interests to do so.

"Are you threatening me?" Zhao Jun was shocked. "Qin Feng, although you have good skills, you have a long way to go before you can threaten me. You'd better figure out who and what you are. I gave you everything. I can give you Kun's position and let you earn hundreds of thousands of Yuan a year, but I can get rid of you just the same," he said coldly.

As he spoke, his hand slid down his desk and opened the drawer below.

Qin Feng knew that he was holding a gun.

Qin Feng sighed. "It seems that words alone will not suffice to get you to understand me."

A dagger flashed momentarily in Qin Feng's hand before he smashed it into the desk, faster than the eye could see.

Bang!

The blade pierced straight through the thick, solid wooden desk into the drawer just as Zhao Jun's fingers touched the handgun inside.

"Ah! Ah!"

Zhao Jun cried out painfully as if he was being electrocuted, the skin of his hand brutally cut by the dagger, but not pierced. This was exactly what Qin Feng planned. The wound looked ghastly, but in fact, it was just a scratch.

Qin Feng looked at him coldly from across the desk, his arms crossed.

"You... You b.a.s.t.a.r.d!"

At that moment, several of the unaccomplished bodyguards all rushed in, but Qin Feng did not even turn around to face them. He swung his hand and a string of darts flew out, all of which skimmed their left cheeks and finally embedded themselves into the wall behind them. His strength and skill could be imagined. If Qin Feng had wanted to kill, those guards will have been long dead already.

"Get out," Qin Feng growled coldly.

The guards nodded sitffly and ran away with utter disregard for the safety of Brother Jun. In the face of death, men whose loyalty was bought with money were simply not reliable. Qin Feng also wanted to let Zhao Jun see what these men under him really were.

People's virtue was not what it used to be - which was nothing new - but there were people who were even worse than Zhao Jun who had much more loyal underlings who would not abandon them in a crisis. Why? Because they were part of the community; they still had warm blood and a beating heart, unlike the cautious, cold and calculating Zhao Jun who considered his advantages and disadvantages at every step and had no care at all for the people who served him. There was only survival and money in his heart, and he never concerned himself with feelings.

Such a leaders.h.i.+p style was very delicate. Everything was fine as long as things went according to plan, but in the event of a crisis the people around him would scatter in all directions.

This was the result of Zhao Jun's business mindset. He could blame others. In comparison, Meng Zhaolin was much more righteous than Zhao Jun. He still followed the "old ways". He played together and fought together with his brothers. No matter what, he would not be the first to leave. If he had money he would share it with them. If he met with difficulties, there would be someone there to help him deal with them.

Zhao Jun naturally understood this simple truth. Moreover, he too had followed the old ways for more than 20 years. Over the past few years, however, he became increasingly aware that he could no longer keep up with the world and began to withdraw from his affairs, but he still felt that withdrawing completely would be a bad idea. If he did, the future of his businesses could not be guaranteed and they would slowly be eroded and replaced by his compet.i.tors. Then, it would be difficult for him to get back into the nightlife industry. Thus, he ended up semi-retired. Under the careful management of Ru Ru, Sister Flower, and Pei Xiang, things were still quite stable, but the chain of events instigated by Ji Dongchen made the flaws in the system painfully obvious.

Of course, it was unavoidable. If you walk by the river long enough, your shoes will get wet. Anyone managing a nightclub should be ready to deal with such an incident - even if there was no Ji Dongchen, there would be someone else just like him.

"I want you to regain your ambition and return to Tianhe's underworld with guns blazing, instead of sneaking around like a coward."

Qin Feng glared at Zhao Jun. There was no need to be too specific. He believed Zhao Jun could weigh all this in his mind. If he blindly followed his usual way of thinking, his people would have nowhere to turn and Sister Flower would eventually become the target of Ji Dongchen's attacks. As the big boss, Zhao Jun was free to make his choice, and in the end he was the one earning the big money, but Sister Flower would be the one facing all the danger on his behalf. This was clearly unfair treatment and it was necessary for Qin Feng to help her fight for her status and interests.

Zhao Jun drew in a cold breath. Seeing the clear murderous intent in Qin Feng's stern eyes, he meekly said, "You are forcing my hand, forcing me into a dead end. You know, the real overlord of Tianhe's underworld is Jia Quan! Jia Quan! Do you understand? Long ago, I wanted to be the top dog in this city, but no matter how infinitely close I got, as soon as my prize was within reach, I found Jia Quan already there, glaring at me with disdain. In that year, I even lost my 17-year-old son!!! And I almost ended up in jail, you know? Just holding on to what I already have isn't so easy for me! What else do you want me to do?"

Under the pressure, Zhao Jun finally poured his heart out. It was not that he didn't want to, it was that he simply didn't dare.

Nothing could go beyond Jia Quan's authority in Tianhe, because he was the long-established king of the city, the final overseer of both illegal and legal transactions.

Qin Feng never knew there was so much to it. "Your son's death had something to do with Jia Quan?" he blurted out.