60: Chapter 60 The Transformation of That Fat Boy

The night in Shanghai always begins to awaken first from those high-end clubs filled with debauchery and luxury.

Lanting Mansion, first floor.

In that magnificently decorated corridor.

A young man wearing a custom-tailored slim-fit suit, his hair combed meticulously.

He was holding a bottle of priceless romanée-conti, moving with ease and grace through the crowd of the wealthy and elite.

He smiled at everyone he met, a smile that was just right—neither overly sycophantic nor lacking in a familiar warmth that made one feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze.

Along the way, whether it was an arrogant second-generation rich kid or a haughty business upstart, they would all nod at him with a smile upon seeing him.

Calling out "Manager Chen" or "Fatty Chen."

Anyone familiar with his past would absolutely not believe their eyes if they were standing here right now.

This man, who exudes shrewd competence, possesses smooth and deep eyes, and whose every gesture is full of the demeanor of a social elite.

Is actually the low-level thug from five months ago who weighed over two hundred pounds and panted after walking just two steps!

Chen Fei.

This key figure, personally selected by Shen Du and planted as a mole under Red Phoenix.

In the past five months, he has shown everyone a level of self-discipline that can only be described as terrifying.

He forcibly shed forty or fifty pounds of fat from his body.

Completely sculpting that once bloated and sluggish shell into a "gentle blade" that maneuvers effortlessly through the vanity fair of Shanghai.

In Red Phoenix's vast and precise intelligence network, Chen Fei's position is unique and irreplaceable.

If you were to throw a calculus textbook in front of Chen Fei and force him to study it, he probably wouldn't be able to listen for even five minutes.

But in his brain, which can be called an "interpersonal database," it contains things far more vivid and lethal than any trade secret.

In the circle of prominent Shanghai families, even if some young master from a wealthy family just secretly fathered an illegitimate child outside, whether it's a boy or a girl;

The date of the full-month banquet, or which secret private restaurant it's being held at;

Or even which family elder prefers what vintage of Pu'er tea, or what unspeakable special hobbies they have in private...

As long as you can name the person, Chen Fei can recount it all clearly without a single stutter!

He might not be able to understand complex financial reports, but he can understand the human heart.

In this tangled underground world of Shanghai, there isn't a single pulse of events, big or small, that "Fatty Chen" doesn't know about!

Just as Chen Fei was holding that bottle of expensive romanée-conti, preparing to step onto the spiral staircase leading to the top-tier private room on the third floor.

A specially made mobile phone in his inner pocket suddenly emitted a subtle, short vibration.

In the clubs of Shanghai, only a very few people know this backup number of his.

And this specific vibration frequency meant that only one person was calling.

His direct superior, Red Phoenix.

The spring-breeze-like professional smile on Chen Fei's face vanished completely in an instant.

He turned his steps, silently slipping into the quiet shadows at the corner of the staircase, and quickly pressed the answer button.

"It is me, Sister Hong."

Chen Fei lowered his voice, his tone filled with absolute respect.

From the other end of the line came Red Phoenix's rare, cold and glamorous voice, filled with extreme sternness and gravity:

"Chen Fei, Young Master Shen has just personally issued the highest order."

Upon hearing the words "Young Master Shen," Chen Fei's back straightened abruptly.

"Target: Fu Zhaonan, and the 'Fu Family Industries' under his name."

Red Phoenix spoke extremely quickly, yet every word carried immense weight, leaving no room for negotiation:

"The company's current real status, financial holes, the secret movements of business partners...

You must personally keep a close watch on all deep intelligence that can be unearthed; investigate everything clearly for me without missing a single word!"

Fu Zhaonan, a veteran real estate tycoon in Shanghai;

Fu Enterprises is a behemoth with a market value of tens of billions on the surface.

If it were the fat man from before who collected protection fees on the street, he would probably be so scared that his legs would turn to jelly upon hearing this name.

Trying to dig up the secrets of a prominent family of this level is no different from pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth.

But at this moment, Chen Fei, hidden in the shadows, just raised his eyebrows slightly.

On his face, now thinned to reveal a sharp jawline, there was not a trace of fear.

Instead, a confident and gentle smile slowly appeared.

As if in the eyes of a hunter, he had just locked onto a sufficiently plump prey.

"Sister Hong, relay this to Brother Shen for me."

Chen Fei's tone was steady without a ripple, even revealing a bit of the ease of someone who has everything under control:

"This kind of errand and investigation work can be left to me, Fatty Chen."

Hanging up the phone, Chen Fei did not hesitate at all and casually stuffed that priceless bottle of red wine into the hands of a waiter beside him.

"Deliver this to private room 666, tell President Wang inside, just say that I, Fatty Chen, suddenly have an upset stomach and have to excuse myself for a moment.

I'll go over later to punish myself with three drinks to apologize to all the bosses."

Watching the waiter nod hurriedly and leave, the professional smile on Chen Fei's face instantly faded.

A big shot of Fu Zhaonan's level only frequents top-tier private clubs like Yonglu.

With Chen Fei's current qualifications, even if he could get in, he would only be serving dishes on the periphery and would have no chance to get close.

But the reason Chen Fei can thrive in this underground world of Shanghai is precisely because of that cleverness of "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao."

The father is hard to deal with because he is deep and scheming.

But the son is often the easiest gap to pierce through.

At this moment, in a secluded, dimly lit, semi-open booth on the second floor of Lanting Mansion.

Fu Zhaonan's only son.

Fu Cheng was drinking heavily alone, facing a table full of high-proof spirits.

This top-tier wealthy young master, who once spent money like water and was high-spirited in all the major nightspots of Shanghai, now appeared exceptionally decadent.

His tie was pulled crooked, his eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body exuded an anxiety and irritability as if "the building is about to collapse."

Looking at him, it was clear that he was rattled by the recent series of scandals exploding within Fu Enterprises.

Chen Fei leaned against the railing in the shadows, coldly watching Fu Cheng's look like a stray dog, and already had a plan in mind.

He took a silk handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped his hands.

Then he slightly straightened the collar of his well-tailored suit.

When he raised his head again, his face was once again wearing that trademark smooth, enthusiastic, and completely non-aggressive smile.

He familiarly picked up two brightly colored, specially mixed cocktails from the nearby bar.

Avoiding the noisy crowd, he walked with confident strides straight toward the booth where Fu Cheng was sitting.

"Young Master Fu, why are you drinking alone here today?"

Before Chen Fei even arrived, his highly approachable voice had already reached him.

He sat down naturally on the sofa opposite Fu Cheng, gently pushed one of the colorful cocktails to the table, and said with a smile:

"I, Fatty Chen, happened to be free today, and seeing that you, Young Master Fu, are not in high spirits, I specifically came over to toast you a drink to help you ease your worries."

Fu Cheng, who was unbearably irritated due to the family crisis, originally wanted to subconsciously lose his temper and drive the person away.

But when he raised his bloodshot eyes and saw Chen Fei's harmless face, forever wearing a sycophantic smile.

The profanity that had just surged to his lips was swallowed back down.

In the inherent perception of this top-tier young master, "Fatty Chen" was just a slick and versatile night-club lobby manager.

A sensible, obedient, low-level character who specialized in serving them, the group of rich young masters, in their search for pleasure.

Facing such a "service personnel" with no background and posing no threat.

Fu Cheng's tightly wound nerves of defense instinctively relaxed.

"Heh, you fatty really know how to read the room."

Fu Cheng pulled out a bitter smile that was uglier than crying, in order to vent the indescribable evil fire and anxiety in his chest.

He unguardedly picked up the cocktail in front of him, tilted his head back, and downed it in one go, "glug, glug."

Watching Fu Cheng's crazily bobbing Adam's apple, Chen Fei still maintained a gentle smile.

But in his slightly lowered eyes, a flash of cold, calculating light flickered.

This drink was definitely not a standard item on the Lanting Mansion menu.

It was a "special mix" version that Chen Fei had personally handled at the bar just now.

Others might not know.

But in Chen Fei's terrifying "interpersonal database" brain, he clearly remembered the alcohol tolerance limit and Achilles' heel of every regular wealthy young master in Shanghai!

He knew that Fu Cheng usually preferred whiskey, but had extremely poor tolerance for strong vodka.

In his state tonight, his threshold for sobriety was already fragile.

And in the cocktail he had just handed over.

Chen Fei used the rich fruit syrup sweetness and mint slush as absolute cover.

Forcibly dumping in two full ounces of the highest-proof Spirytus!

"Bang."

Fu Cheng slammed the empty glass heavily on the table, hiccuped, and was just about to open his mouth to complain a few more words about his family's mess.

Suddenly, a monstrous, terrifying wave of alcohol, like an exploding fire, instantly tore through the disguise of the fruit syrup.

Rushing from his stomach straight to his brain!

He was already in a slightly tipsy state because he had been drinking alone all night.

Once this "lethal" special-mix heavy bomb hit his stomach, it became the last straw that broke his nerves.

Fu Cheng's eyes completely lost focus within a short dozen seconds, his body swayed violently, and his tongue uncontrollably thickened:

"Fat... Fatty, why is your wine... so... strong..."

Before he could finish his sentence.

Fu Cheng felt the world spinning, his head tilted, and he collapsed like a pile of mud onto the leather sofa, falling into a completely unguarded, semi-blackout state.

Watching Fu Cheng, who had completely lost his defenses and whose eyes were already unfocused.

The gentle smile at the corner of Chen Fei's mouth gradually faded, replaced by an absolute coldness and efficiency belonging to a dark web intelligence operative.

He snapped his fingers nonchalantly.

Almost instantly, two top-tier "socialites" dressed sexily, emitting a seductive perfume scent.

Walked out from the shadows nearby like ghosts.

These two were clearly professional moles under Red Phoenix that Chen Fei had arranged long ago.

Not only were their looks and figures top-notch, but they were also top experts deeply versed in psychology and proficient in extracting intelligence.

"Help Young Master Fu to the exclusive private suite on the second floor.

Skip the hangover soup; let him 'relax, relax' properly."

Chen Fei lowered his voice and instructed in a calm tone: "Focus on digging out who his old man is anxiously begging for help recently, and also which business partners are stuck with the funding holes that the Fu family can't fill."

"Understood, Brother Chen."

The two beauties responded in a sweet, coquettish voice.

One on the left and one on the right, they skillfully supported Fu Cheng, who was as soft as a pile of mud, and half-pushed, half-carried him upstairs.

Chen Fei did not follow.

Instead, he sat back down on the sofa, slowly poured himself a glass of ice water, and quietly glanced at his watch.

For this kind of playboy with a weak mind, who is completely paralyzed by both strong liquor and beauty.

Stripping them bare doesn't require any torture at all; the tender trap is the most lethal truth serum.

Just one hour passed.

Accompanied by a soft "ding," the special mobile phone in Chen Fei's inner pocket vibrated.

He tapped the screen, and a detailed audio file and text briefing had already been sent over.

Under the "tender care and extraction" of the two professional moles, the current core secrets of Fu Family Industries:

The nodes of the funding chain about to break, the mortgaged assets prepared to be secretly sold to fill the holes, were all stripped bare.

Even more fatal was that at the end of the briefing, the names of several key figures whom Fu Zhaonan had been frequently meeting in secret recently appeared!

Looking at these names on the screen, Chen Fei's eyes narrowed slightly, and he let out a very slight cold laugh.

He knew all of these people.

He didn't even need to check the database.

The terrifying "interpersonal map" in his brain instantly automatically matched these people's identity, background, and character weaknesses.

And the clubs they most liked to frequent.

He had no intention of stopping at all.

Young Master Shen wanted an absolute intelligence closed loop; relying solely on the scattered words spilled by this second-generation rich kid Fu Cheng after drinking was far from enough.

Chen Fei immediately pulled up the communication interface and sent a highest-priority tracking order through Sister Hong's intelligence network backend:

"Immediately lock onto the real-time locations of these three people on the list and report to me within three minutes!"

A few seconds later, the location information feedback was in place.

Chen Fei drank the ice water in the glass in one gulp and stood up.

He neatly buttoned his suit and walked out of the gate of Lanting Mansion without looking back.

The early summer evening breeze of Shanghai blew over his lean body.

This slick and resourceful "underground spy king" dived straight into a black car that had been waiting for a long time.

And sped off toward the second high-end club without stopping.