Shi Qingfeng Private Club is a place that Wei Duan Gong, the acknowledged leader of Nanjing's inner circle, rarely takes people to visit, but it is also the one that he puts the most heart into. Unlike several large clubs in Beijing or Hangzhou's Jiangnan Club, Shi Qingfeng does not have a membership system. It is like a courtesan who neither sells smiles nor sings, and is so reserved as to be unapproachable.

  Only those who are favored by Wei Gong can enter the Shiqing Peak, and after coming once, they don't need to pay for anything again. Drinking tea, playing with stones, chatting, everything is paid for by Wei Gong. So in Nanjing, having been to Shiqing Peak once is even more impressive than having a membership card for the Olansi Golf Club or a pilot's license. However, these things are not very meaningful to Chen Erdou, who has never set foot in high society. After getting out of the car, he stood at the door with reverence, this is a Suzhou-style courtyard with white walls and gray tiles, the front gate has two door gods painted on it, they are as tall as a person, with golden bodies and angry eyes, extremely dazzling. Chen Erdou always bows his head when entering the mountain, he believes in this the most, so he subconsciously adjusted his tie, which he never got used to wearing.

  The man who received Chen Ergou and the Wang brothers was Song Dai, a 45-year-old man with a tall stature, who rarely smiled or spoke. He was one of the people brought out by Wei Duan Gong, most of whom had this temperament. In fact, Song Dai was already being quite good today, if it weren't for Chen Ergou being specified by Fang Jie as the substitute for Guo Kui Rou, a person of this level wouldn't have needed him to show up in person. Standing next to Song Dai was the second-in-command of Shi Qingfeng, ****, whose name had a strong momentum, but he was actually a person who could fawn and flatter even beggars on the street. He was the most unusual character under Wei Duan Gong's command. It was he who made the phone call to Chen Ergou according to Fang Jie's intention. At this moment, his face, which already had a somewhat comical appearance, was filled with humble smiles. Standing outside the gate of Shi Qingfeng, he looked no different from a watchdog. To outsiders, he and Song Dai were like two people singing in harmony, one playing the red face and the other playing the white face, perfectly matched. When **** saw Chen Ergou, he smiled but didn't bother to flatter him, not even uttering a single flattering word. He just stared at Chen Ergou with a deep, affectionate gaze, like a loyal subject gazing at his national leader. However, Chen Ergou was busy admiring the majestic door gods on the two large gates, so ****'s fawning smile and gaze were wasted.

  He stepped into the private club of Shi Qingfeng, Chen Ergou's face was calm and collected, no matter how shocked he was inside. Because Song Dai or whoever it was, were not gods like Sun Dage's Cao Jingjian who didn't eat mortal food, and he himself was no longer a small farmer carrying a sack into Shanghai. Today, he wore decent clothes that wouldn't embarrass him anywhere, his stomach was empty, and there was no one behind him to rely on, so he had to remain calm and composed.

  The main building in the courtyard has transparent glass walls, red lanterns hanging high in rows, and dense, heavy walnut wood pillars standing upright. It is matched with large, pure red fabric sofas. The use of red and black is taken to the extreme. The main building is surrounded by 12 side houses and 3 glass-enclosed corridors. In the courtyard, there is a large sky well, surrounded by water on all sides, wicker chairs, green bamboo, red carp, classical and quiet.

  Chen Ergou's first thought was that if he had the chance, he would invite Cao Jing here to repay a debt of gratitude that had been owed for a long time. However, just as Cao's wife flashed by, holding the coin she had given him, Chen Ergou felt a surge of complicated emotions in his heart. He forced out a smile and listened to the enthusiastic introduction beside him, asking: "Can you help me get in touch with Chen Yuanshu? Just tell her I'm waiting for her here, there's something I need to hand over to her in person."

  Song, who was walking in the front, raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised that this unknown young stranger had become acquainted with Miss Chen. He didn't show any abnormality, but instead nodded hastily and said: "No problem, I'll go take care of it for you right away."

  In the Song Dynasty, he didn't directly take Chen Erdou into the main building, but instead took him through a long corridor first. The two rows of large red curtains hung down to the ground, and the black pillars had over a dozen lanterns emitting a crimson glow. Suddenly coming from the bright and clean courtyard to such a dimly lit environment, Chen Erdou instinctively stopped in his tracks, looking towards the far end of the corridor. The corridor was very long, actually walking through it might be just 60 steps or so, but the feeling it gave people wasn't that simple, especially for someone who had accidentally stumbled into the circle that originally belonged to Wei Gonggong's world. This corridor seemed to be his life, previously a complete darkness, not knowing its length or what the next step would be, left or right, but now suddenly unfolding like a long scroll under his feet.

  He entered the Wei family, originally just hoping to do a good job as a driver, thinking that he could win the trust of the three women in the Wei family within one or two years, and then use two to three years to lay the foundation, finally using four to five years to complete the process of rising up. The final result would be that after 7-8 years, he could bring back a wife like Xiao Yao, and maybe even one or two children who would call him "dad". However, when he got out of the Audi A6 and arrived at this house, with Wang Hu and Wang Jiefang following behind him, Chen Er Gou felt that it might not take so long to complete what economists called "primitive accumulation".

  Wang Jiefang only thought that bringing his daughter to this kind of place was quite elegant and romantic, but he didn't have any other feelings. Wang Huren, on the other hand, had a bit more sentimentality. Looking at Chen Erdou's back, now wrapped in a high-end suit, he slightly raised the box containing the Tang Sancai Tianwang image in his hand, feeling that this thing was truly the icing on the cake. It wasn't in vain that he had restarted his shady business in Shenzhen. Then, a surge of heroic emotions rose up in Wang Huren's heart - it was during Chen Erdou's most difficult time that they had become friends, and who would have thought that this Northeastern migrant worker could stand in the Stone Green Peak private club, let alone as its future leader?

  This time, Song didn't take the lead, but let Chen Erdou go first. This accidental encounter led to today's Northeastern youth walking extremely slowly and taking very small steps. Song remembered clearly that he took 81 steps. At this moment, he began to carefully observe Chen Erdou, a name that would be remembered by all of Nanjing in just a few days - Chen Fusheng.

  Because Wei Duan Gong walked this corridor every time, it was 81 steps, neither more nor less.

  Whether it's a coincidence or fate, good fortune or bad luck, one of the few people in Nanjing who could discuss Buddhism and Taoism with Wei Duan Gong felt that none of these things mattered. What was important was that Wei had left, and Guo Jue, who was destined to collapse under the weight of this crumbling building, had also escaped. The young man named Chen who came next looked like he didn't quite meet his expectations, but at least there was a good omen.

  "Let's walk this corridor again, starting from this end." Chen Ergou turned around and looked at the original one, smiled and said a sentence that made Wang Hu and Wang Jiefang both confused.

  Song Dynasty slightly closed his eyes, revealing a smile for the first time, although it made people feel even more uneasy than when he wasn't smiling. The smile didn't quite hide a dagger, but at least it had a subtle meaning, like a needle hidden in cotton. He raised an interrogative tone and said "Oh? What did you say?"

  "This road has been going downhill all the way, I think whether it's officials or businessmen, no one is happy. If it were reversed, it would be a steady rise, and everyone would be delighted." Chen Ergou was the first to walk out of the corridor and back into the courtyard, while Wang Huzi and Wang Jiefang remained inside studying the subtlety of his words that had revealed the heavenly principle. But no matter how they looked at it, where could they see even a tiny slope? Especially Wang Huzi was amazed that Chen Ergou could still feel this subtle change from dozens of steps away.

  It's just that the most unexpected thing is during the Song Dynasty, Shi Qingfeng's private club didn't have a VIP system, but the people brought by Wei Duangong were not rare, and those who had been there once also had a recommendation quota. Therefore, since Shi Qingfeng was established 7 years ago, he has also received politicians, business leaders, and giants, totaling 215 people. However, only three or four people can say the secret of this corridor, including Chen Erdou, which is absolutely no more than one hand.

  At this time, Chen Erdou arrived and told Chen Jia that the young lady would arrive in 40 minutes. Song Dai took the opportunity to call for tea, and Chen Erdou chose to rest at the large round table in the courtyard. He knew that the decoration inside the main building was definitely more impressive, but he liked the scene of a red carp swimming in the reflection of the green bamboo. This was the ultimate imagination of his childhood's southern small bridge and flowing water. Moreover, Shi Qingfeng was like a big meal for him, and he didn't dare to finish it in one breath, taking small bites because he was afraid that if he swallowed too quickly, he would lose the initial flavor, just like how he always felt that he should have savored Mu Xiaoyao more slowly, but unfortunately, there was no regret about this matter.

  When Chen Ergou was drinking tea in a pretentious manner, Song Dynasty and others arrived at a certain location on the second floor of the main building, an angle that could overlook the courtyard below but couldn't see the upper floors. Song Dynasty glanced at the young man who drank tea with just one pose, and said: "You lost, you said no one would figure out the mechanism of that corridor within a year, but it was solved today."

  "Him?"

  Although he had a flattering appearance in front of people and horses, looking like a small character who wore yellow robes and was still a eunuch, but at this time, when he collected his smile, he really couldn't be recognized.

  "How could I still cheat you."

  Song Dynasty bitterly smiled and said: "The old man under the root of the Imperial City was the first, the old Buddha from Zhejiang Province, Dan Tai Fu Ping, was the second. There were two more people I didn't get to meet, both of whom made Lord Wei suffer a bit. The former you're not familiar with because it was Lord Wei who personally entertained him alone. The process was glossed over in just a few words, and it's hard to say what exactly happened during that time. Probably no one will ever know. As for the latter, at least we know his name is Li Kuafu, a famous red third-generation descendant from Beijing, a big shot. This didn't even let Dong Chongzi's child run to Beijing. Now there's another Chen Fusheng... In short, none of the first four people made Lord Wei have a good outcome."

  "When a person is seriously ill, if they need to use arsenic, then they must use it. If they don't take drastic measures and work hard, they won't be able to save them."

  After taking a drag of the cigarette, that face, which had become even more rugged due to the excessive smiling and flattering, suddenly looked weathered. He took another deep drag, but the ash didn't fall off. "I'm also aware of your thoughts, now that Master Wei is gone, Fang's side can't easily take over some of Qingfeng's businesses because of their high-profile identity in Nanjing. On one hand, you think Qingfeng has lost its soul without Master Wei and it's pitiful, fearing it will collapse. On the other hand, you're also thinking that if an incompetent person takes over, you can take advantage of the situation and take control of Qingfeng yourself. After all, this small piece of land, over 1,000 square meters, has taken up seven years of your heart's blood, and you don't want to let an outsider ruin it. Now, a young and inexperienced person has appeared, looking like he doesn't have much city experience, but somehow having two or three percent of Master Wei's aura from back when he was conquering the world. So, do you think things are going to be difficult?"

  "You're not an outsider, I won't play dumb with you, what you said is exactly what I'm thinking." Song Dai smiled.

  "Do you want to hear my opinion?"

  *After finishing the last puff of cigarette, he finally flicked off a large piece of ash.*

  "Tell me." Song Dai listened attentively with an eager ear.

  "Let's wait another year, whether it's a donkey or a horse, let the young people take their time. Fang's move is also forced by circumstances, 90% of it is trying to revive a dead horse, but you know her temper, once she's made up her mind, there won't be any hesitation. I'm fine, you're fine, and so are the other six or seven people in charge of the various scenes. At this time, no one can rush, being impatient will only lead to trouble. Who knows who'll be the first to make a move, maybe they'll get slapped by Fang. It's not worth it, just wait patiently, wait until he reveals his true nature as a fake expert, wait until he runs out of tricks. By then, even Fang won't be able to help but let everyone save face."

  "I'm already so anxious, I reckon some others will definitely not be able to help but jump out and take the lead." Song Dai said with a light smile, after chatting with him for a while, listening to his words, he felt much more at ease.

  To be honest, neither of them thought that this young man with the surname Chen could bring a fallen tree back to life. Fang's ruthless move was just a show in Song's eyes, and there was no way to kill another big dragon at this stage when the official was about to arrive, turning the tables was impossible.

  "I'm curious about how this person is connected to Miss Chen, it's worth digging deeper. It's said that only Guo knows his true nature, see if you can get some information from Chen Yuanshu as an entry point." He stroked his chin thoughtfully.

  Song nodded slightly.

  "Guess what's inside the box of that man who looks more lecherous than me with his slicked-back hair?" **** laughed, seemingly aware that he didn't have a very dignified image in the eyes of outsiders.

  "Money?" Song asked tentatively, but immediately felt that this was too common. Firstly, Miss Chen had never been short of money, and trying to please her in this way was really the most foolish thing to do. Secondly, the young man didn't seem like a big spender who could throw around thousands of dollars. Although Wei's driver had a sensitive and special identity, he still hadn't reached the position that Guo had struggled for many years to attain.

  "Let's wait and see." He lit his second cigarette, quietly waiting for Chen Yuanshu's arrival. To be honest, he still had a good impression of the eldest Miss Chen, and was always thinking about when some big shot would win her over, only then would he give up and marry some ordinary girl.

  Chen Yuanshu drove extremely slowly in the city, to the point where everyone knew that there was a slow-moving Maserati in Nanjing. This time, although she didn't speed, she was much faster than usual. She had been to Shi Qingfeng's place several times before, so after parking, she didn't need the attendant to show her the way. In the large courtyard, she saw Chen Ergou and Wang Huren, and although she guessed the outcome of this trip, she still felt a little excitement that she hadn't felt in a long time. Her arrival made the Wang brothers look like they had seen Bodhisattva Guanyin, with Wang Huren being the one who liked beautiful women the most, while Wang Jiefang was infatuated with mature women with a lot of charm. Chen Yuanshu was undoubtedly the most elegant and mature woman he had ever met in his life. The two men were not like Chen Ergou, who could spend an entire afternoon with just a pot of tea, a few fish, and a few bunches of green bamboo. So as soon as Chen Yuanshu arrived, both men immediately perked up.

  "Older sister Chen." Chen Ergou smiled and stood up to greet her.

  "How did you think of me coming?"

  Chen Yuanshu smiled charmingly, paired with Shi Qingfeng's scenery, it was like a peach blossom appearing in a thousand trees and ten thousand trees of pear blossoms, instantly making the entire scene lively. She sat next to Chen Ergou, intentionally ignoring Wang Huren's eyes that should have been dug out and fed to dogs at ordinary times. After understanding this young master's general situation, although it was still difficult to bear his vulgar gaze when they met, Chen Yuanshu still had a few points of admiration in her heart. She also knew that mixing with Wang Huren was equivalent to tying her head to her belt to make a living, and being able to fight and mix in the tomb raiding industry without lacking arms or legs was much more difficult than hiding behind the scenes and making a fortune by selling cultural relics.

  "In Nanjing, apart from being familiar with Wei Ye, it's just Chen Jie, whenever there's something good, I wouldn't think of you, who would I go to?" Chen Er Gou said with a smile, his smile was like that of a foolish rich and noble person, silly to the extreme."

  "You've made great progress in your eloquence."

  Chen Yuanshu smiled and said, since she chose to stay in Shi Qingfeng, she had already guessed that Chen Erdou, who had been missing for more than two months after being involved in the Huamen case, had boarded the Wei family's ship. To be honest, when she saw Chen Erdou's back at Shi Qingfeng, she really didn't dare to recognize him. She had been to Chen Erdou's small nest and stood there for a while, so the visual impact of the first glance was more shocking than Fang Jie and other Wei family women. Her feeling at that time was that gold will always shine through.

  Perhaps it was after hearing Chen Jie's voice and feeling relieved, Chen Yuanshu sat down and subconsciously helped Chen Ergou adjust his shirt sleeves and straighten the tie that Chen Ergou had awkwardly put on. These things were all unfamiliar to Chen Ergou, and he felt uncomfortable wearing them, only barely managing to adapt with great effort. When Chen Yuanshu did this, Chen Ergou immediately felt a bit constrained and uneasy.

  Chen Yuanshu looked up at Chen Erdou, whose skin was slightly darker than before, and the more she looked, the more pleasing to her eyes he became. He didn't look like a Shanxi coal boss or a Tangshan nouveau riche at all. She joked: "Still blushing? Don't worry, I don't have a penchant for old cows eating tender grass."

  Perhaps it was only after speaking that she felt the joke was a bit overboard, and Chen Yuanshu also had some regrets in her heart. However, Chen Er Gou's words made her stunned for a few seconds before laughing so hard that she almost cried tears of joy.

  Someone said with a twisted tone, seemingly introverted, but the words were quite rough and wild, yet flirtatious, "The problem is I like little cows eating familiar grass." (To know what happens next, please log in, more chapters available, support the author, support the official version!)