210: Chapter 211 Drama Queen Chen Fei Takes a Side Path, The Tiger's Butt Under Thunderous Fury

With a slight "click," Kim Cheon-sik tremblingly pushed open the heavy, soundproof door of the private room.

The moment he pushed the door open, Kim Cheon-sik had rehearsed countless scenarios in his mind:

Perhaps it would be an extremely serious business negotiation setup, perhaps Chen Fei would be sitting upright waiting for them, or perhaps they would even face harsh interrogation and body searches.

However, when the door swung fully open.

The moment he saw the scene inside the room, Kim Cheon-sik and the assistant behind him froze in place.

In the spacious and luxurious private room, there was no solemn negotiation table, nor were there bodyguards standing at the ready.

On the oversized LCD screen, a replay of a Premier League match was playing.

And that man outside who was revered by countless people as the "Underground Emperor"—the all-powerful Mr. Chen Fei.

Was currently sprawled unceremoniously on that priceless Italian leather sofa.

He had even taken off his suit jacket, and his tie hung loosely around his neck.

A pair of feet wearing expensive leather shoes were rested casually on the marble coffee table in front of him.

"Click, click, click..."

Accompanied by the aggressive shouting of the commentator on the TV, a crisp sound of metal biting resonated in the room.

This underground helmsman of Shanghai.

Was actually sitting with his legs crossed, watching the soccer replay with great interest.

While holding a pair of nail clippers, leisurely trimming his fingernails!

"Mr... Mr. Chen."

Kim Cheon-sik swallowed a mouthful of saliva, not feeling the slightest bit of anger at the other party's almost arrogant and rude posture.

Instead, he bent his waist even lower, his voice filled with humble respect.

Hearing the voice, Chen Fei lazily shifted his gaze away from the TV screen.

He blew on the nail clippings casually and tossed the nail clippers onto the coffee table with a "pop."

Only then did he wave at the two people standing stupidly at the door:

"You're here? Close the door tightly and find a place to sit."

"Thank you, Mr. Chen."

Kim Cheon-sik walked forward as if walking on thin ice, daring only to sit on half of the single sofa next to Chen Fei.

Watching Kim Cheon-sik's nervous appearance with sweat on his forehead and sitting upright.

Chen Fei picked up the ice water on the table and took a sip, a playful smirk curving the corner of his mouth.

"Did you see the scene outside?" Chen Fei asked with a half-smile.

"I saw it, I saw it..."

Kim Cheon-sik wiped his sweat, nodding repeatedly with lingering fear:

"It is truly our Samsung's honor to witness the core 'Iron Wall Alliance' of the Chinese business world with our own eyes today."

"No need to be so nervous; today is a big day with Director Wu and our Brother Shen hosting together, so the security for the venue is just a bit tighter."

Chen Fei said it lightly.

As if the gathering of big shots outside, who could trigger a financial tsunami just by stomping their feet, was just an ordinary farm-style dinner in his eyes.

He reached out and patted Kim Cheon-sik on the shoulder, comforting him:

"You sit here and drink tea with peace of mind first. Since I've taken your money, I will naturally get things done. After the drinks have gone three rounds outside, I'll go to the hallway in a while to help you find an opportunity and make an introduction."

"Everything depends on Mr. Chen's efforts!" Kim Cheon-sik nodded repeatedly in excitement.

Looking at Chen Fei's leisurely and relaxed appearance, Kim Cheon-sik gasped in his heart.

Outside, there gathered terrifying capital power enough to buy half of South Korea!

If it were any chaebol executive from Seoul.

Even breathing on the periphery of such an occasion would feel oppressive and trembling.

But this Chen Fei before him.

Not only could he forcibly open a "back door" to insert a private room into such a high-level cleared-out feast.

But he could also sit with his legs crossed and clip his nails under such terrifying pressure?

Time passed minute by minute in the private room.

The faint noise occasionally coming from the main banquet hall outside hit Kim Cheon-sik's nerves like a heavy hammer.

After about half an hour.

Chen Fei, who was sprawled on the sofa, slowly glanced at the Richard Mille on his wrist.

"Time is about right, the drinks outside should have gone three rounds."

Chen Fei grabbed the suit jacket on the table, not even putting it on, just casually draping it over his shoulder, and raised his eyebrows at Kim Cheon-sik:

"Mr. Kim, sit here obediently and don't run around. I'm going to the hallway to try my luck for you."

"Trouble to you, Mr. Chen! Please!" Kim Cheon-sik and his assistant stood up in a hurry, bowing ninety degrees with full expectation.

With the opening and closing of the heavy door of the private room, the room fell into a deathly silence again.

Kim Cheon-sik didn't dare to sit down at all.

Like a bowstring stretched to the limit, he stared fixedly at the door, pricking up his ears.

He even subconsciously slowed down his breathing, afraid of missing any movement in the hallway outside.

Not a few minutes later, a steady and powerful sound of footsteps came from not far down the hallway.

Immediately after, Chen Fei's highly recognizable, exceptionally enthusiastic, and loud voice rang out outside the door.

"Yo! Brother Shen! Brother Shen, why did you come out? Are you going to the restroom?"

Hearing the words "Brother Shen," Kim Cheon-sik's heart shrank violently, and he felt a rush of blood to his head.

The ultimate helmsman revered as a god by the entire Shanghai business circle, holding hundreds of billions in capital, was really "blocked" by Chen Fei!

Immediately after, a low, magnetic, yet unquestionable voice of a superior came from outside the hallway:

"Chen Fei? Why are you wandering around here? Old Wu is looking for you in the front hall."

Just hearing this slight reprimand through a door, Kim Cheon-sik felt his legs go slightly weak.

That was a terrifying aura that could only be cultivated by someone who had been in a high position for a long time and held the power of life and death.

"Hehe, I just came out for a breath of air."

Chen Fei's voice sounded full of ingratiation and shamelessness:

"Brother Shen, what a coincidence! A chance meeting is better than an invitation; it's been a long time since I had a drink with you alone. It just so happens I'm in the private room ahead, and I've got a bottle of fifty-year-old Macallan; would you do me the honor of coming over for a drink? Just one drink! I definitely won't take up much of your time!"

"Nonsense."

Outside the door, Shen Du's tone instantly cooled, revealing obvious displeasure and warning:

"Today is a good day to welcome Wang Xing's arrival, and inside are all our most core allies. You are pulling me into a small private room at this juncture? Chen Fei, don't play any tricks on me!"

Through the door panel, Kim Cheon-sik broke out in a cold sweat.

He could clearly feel the suffocating pressure when Shen Du got angry.

At this moment, he even began to worry.

Would this "Underground Emperor" Chen Fei be kicked away by the furious Shen Du for forcibly standing up for him?

These five minutes bought for five million were like walking on a tightrope!

"Oh my Brother Shen, how could that be!"

Facing Shen Du's low pressure, Chen Fei exerted the thick-skinned nature of a local snake to the extreme.

He quickly made excuses, and one could even hear the physical movements of him coaxing and pulling.

"What kind of person am I, Chen Fei? I am loyal to you; how could I harm you? It really is just to have a drink of top-tier whiskey to moisten the throat! On such a joyous day, it doesn't hurt to spare these three to five minutes, right? Come, come, come, Brother Shen, please this way, please this way..."

"You guy, let go of your hand, what does this look like..."

In Shen Du's voice, there was a trace of helpless disgust.

It seemed that he was in a passive, half-pushed state, being dragged by Chen Fei toward the private room.

Kim Cheon-sik inside the door squeezed his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh, trembling all over with excitement.

One million per minute... this wasn't trading at all.

This was the "miracle five minutes" that Chen Fei snatched from the tiger's mouth at the huge risk of offending Shen Du!

"Click."

Just as Kim Cheon-sik's heartbeat was like a drum, the handle of the soundproof door in front of him was gently turned from the outside.

With the slight turning sound of the door handle, the heavy door of the private room was pushed open.

Shen Du's tall, straight figure, exuding an extremely cold aura, appeared at the door.

However, he only took half a step into the room, and his footsteps stopped abruptly.

The deep eyes, which were still a bit helpless, instantly turned into ice that hadn't melted for a thousand years when they swept over the two trembling Koreans bowing at ninety degrees in the room.

A suffocating pressure spread throughout the room like substance.

"Chen Fei."

Shen Du didn't even look at Kim Cheon-sik directly, but turned his head and stared coldly at Chen Fei who followed him in, his voice filled with undisguised disgust and fury:

"Didn't you say that there was only you in the room, and you just wanted to drink with me? Who are these two people? Who gave you the guts to stuff foreign capital into the inner field of Yonglu?!"

"Shen... Brother Shen, please calm your anger!"

Facing Shen Du's sudden thunderous rage, the composure of the local snake on Chen Fei's face disappeared without a trace, leaving only realistic panic.

He quickly stepped forward, half-blocking between Shen Du and Kim Cheon-sik, smiling all over his face to smooth things over:

"Brother Shen, please listen to my explanation! This is the Technical Director of Samsung Electronics Greater China, Mr. Kim Cheon-sik. They really came with the greatest sincerity and have been squatting here for several days..."

"Shut up."

Shen Du sternly interrupted Chen Fei, his eyes full of indifference toward ants:

"Technical Director of Samsung Electronics? So what? General Manager Chen Shengqiang is responsible for all external business; if they have sincerity, go talk to General Manager Chen Shengqiang! You broke the rules today and tricked me here; Chen Fei, do you think your wings have hardened and I can't deal with you?"

Hearing this, Kim Cheon-sik, who was maintaining a ninety-degree bow, felt his legs go weak.

The cold sweat on his forehead hit the carpet with "patter, patter" sounds.

He didn't even dare to breathe.

This was the legendary mastermind behind the scenes who held hundreds of billions and covered the sky with one hand!

That kind of terrifying aura that regarded multinational chaebols as nothing and held the power of life and death.

It wasn't faked, but the absolute confidence that could only be cultivated by truly standing above ten thousand people!

"Brother Shen! Brother Shen, I was wrong, please don't be angry!"

Chen Fei exerted his acting skills to the extreme at this time.

He no longer called him "General Manager Shen."

He switched to a private address.

He even leaned directly into Shen Du's ear, using a voice that only the two of them and the quiet Kim Cheon-sik could vaguely hear.

Begging in a low and submissive voice.

"Brother Shen, I, Chen Fei, have followed you for so long; if I have no credit, I have worked hard. These Koreans have lost their dignity just to see you. Just take it as doing me a favor, treat it as watching a monkey show, and listen to what he has to say! Just five minutes! After five minutes, whether it succeeds or not, I will throw them out myself; I definitely won't dirty your eyes!"

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Shen Du stood with his hands behind his back, his cold face expressionless.

After a suffocating dozen seconds.

His bottomless eyes drooped slightly, and he coldly swept a glance at Kim Cheon-sik.

"Fine, Chen Fei, I will give you this face today."

Shen Du's voice remained cold, revealing an overbearing nature that allowed no bargaining:

"However, this is the last time. If there is a next time, you are finished."

"Yes, yes, yes! Thank you, Brother Shen! Thank you, Brother Shen!" Chen Fei was relieved, nodding repeatedly in excitement.

He turned around and gave Kim Cheon-sik, who was still bending over, a look that said, "I can only help you this much, grasp it yourself."

Then he tactfully exited the private room and closed the heavy soundproof door tightly.

"Click."

As the door closed, the five minutes worth five million officially began.

Shen Du ignored Kim Cheon-sik, who was still bowing.

Instead, he walked straight to the Italian leather sofa and sat down with ease and dominance.

He crossed his legs casually and glanced at the patek philippe on his wrist.

Then he raised those deep eyes that could see through people's hearts, his tone indifferent without a trace of temperature:

"Speak. You spent such a huge price, even going so far as to bribe my people..."

"What do you want from me?"