23: Chapter 23 Four million, and I'll let you change bosses right now!

Chapter 21: I'm Buying This Gym

Zhao Tai and his group fled faster than rabbits, but the gym did not return to its usual calm.

The air seemed to have solidified.

The gazes of the surrounding members toward Qin Feng had shifted from initial schadenfreude to horror, even carrying a hint of pity as if they were looking at a dead man.

In Sea City, hitting the second young master of the Zhao Family was not something that would blow over easily.

Looking at the 50,000 yuan that had just arrived in her phone, Su Qingyue didn't have the slightest hint of joy on her face.

She walked up to Qin Feng, her brows tightly knitted as she lowered her voice, "You need to leave quickly."

"The Zhao Family started in the earth and stone business; the people under them aren't exactly kind-hearted. Zhao Tai just suffered a loss, so he'll definitely call in someone even more ruthless."

Su Qingyue paused, her tone carrying a trace of barely perceptible anxiety.

"While they haven't reacted yet, leave through the back door. Don't drive your car; just take a taxi and head straight out of the city."

Qin Feng was currently using a towel to wipe his hands. Hearing this, he didn't even stop his movements and smiled nonchalantly.

"Out of the city? My lesson isn't over yet."

"You..."

Su Qingyue's chest heaved with anger at his stubborn and unyielding attitude.

Just then, the gym's main entrance was pushed open heavily.

"Bang!"

The glass door slammed against the wall, letting out an ear-piercing crash.

A middle-aged, balding man wearing a tight suit and drenched in sweat rushed inside.

It was the owner of this gym, Liu Bo.

He was clutching his phone, clearly having just received a harsh scolding. His greasy face was alternating between red and white, covered in cold sweat.

Liu Bo was actually just an ordinary businessman with no background. He had made some money from demolition compensation in his early years and had scraped together enough to open this shop.

He had elderly parents and young children to support; his entire family relied on this shop for their livelihood.

Usually, when he saw a local tyrant like Zhao Tai who had influence in both legal and illegal circles, he would practically want to kneel and lick the soles of his shoes.

For the Zhao Family to finish him off would be no different from crushing an ant.

The sinister threat Zhao Tai had made over the phone just now still had his legs trembling.

Upon entering, Liu Bo saw the thugs on the floor who hadn't managed to get up yet, and the corners of his eyes twitched violently.

It was over.

Everything was over.

Young Master Zhao had been beaten in his shop. If the blame fell on him, he could forget about keeping this place open!

Liu Bo whipped his head around, his gaze locking onto Qin Feng and Su Qingyue in the center of the room like two venomous snakes.

He stormed over, his finger nearly poking Su Qingyue's nose.

"Su Qingyue! Are you fucking crazy?!"

Liu Bo's spit flew everywhere as he roared hysterically.

"I hired you to be a coach, not to cause trouble for me! You even dared to offend Young Master Zhao—if you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"

Su Qingyue stood where she was, her back ramrod straight, offering no defense.

Liu Bo took a deep breath and suddenly lowered his voice, his tone oozing with wretchedness and coercion.

"Don't say I'm being heartless. Young Master Zhao said on the phone that as long as you go to his villa tonight obediently,"

"clean yourself up, go to his door to apologize, and let him vent his anger, this matter will be settled, and you can come back to work. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Su Qingyue interrupted coldly, her eyes full of disgust.

"Otherwise, not only will you be unable to survive in Sea City, but this shop will also be finished!" Liu Bo shouted.

"That's your business."

Su Qingyue reached out and took off the ID badge from her chest, the symbol of her status as a Gold Private Coach.

"Snap."

She coldly slapped the ID badge into Liu Bo's hand.

"I'm done with this kind of job."

After saying that, she turned around and looked at Qin Feng. Her usually icy eyes now held a trace of guilt.

"Take out your phone."

Su Qingyue took out her own phone and opened the transfer interface. "I'll return the 100,000 yuan from earlier to you. I'll transfer the 50,000 as well."

"This started because of me, and I've dragged you into it. We'll go somewhere else; I can't take this money."

Her thinking was simple.

Since she had lost her job, she couldn't owe Qin Feng anything more.

Even if she was desperately short of money, and even if this money could solve her urgent needs, she had her pride.

Just as her finger was about to press the confirmation button...

A large hand reached out and pressed down on her wrist.

Su Qingyue was stunned and looked up at Qin Feng.

Qin Feng didn't look at her. Instead, he pulled over a nearby training bench and sat down with a commanding presence.

He crossed his legs and looked past Su Qingyue, his gaze landing on the exasperated Liu Bo.

"Kicking me out? And acting as a pimp?"

Qin Feng flicked his fingernails, his tone playful.

"I'm a consumer. I paid for these lessons, and before they're even finished, you're telling me to get lost? Is this your service attitude?"

Liu Bo was so angered by Qin Feng's calm demeanor that he laughed.

"Service attitude?"

"Kid, do you not understand the situation? Young Master Zhao has spoken—if this shop keeps you, he'll have someone level this place tomorrow!"

"Do you know how much I spent on renovations? You want me to close down because of you two jinxes?"

"If you're smart, get out now. Don't force me to call the police and have you arrested!"

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Close down? That would indeed be a pity."

He glanced around the gym.

"Since Zhao Tai can make you close down, if I make this shop change owners, then there wouldn't be a need to close, would there?"

Qin Feng's voice wasn't loud, but in the quiet gym, it clearly reached everyone's ears.

The entire room went silent.

Then, as if he had heard the world's biggest joke, Liu Bo burst into exaggerated laughter.

"Hahaha! Change owners?"

"Do you think you're buying cabbage? You think you can just change it whenever you want?"

Liu Bo pointed at the floor beneath his feet, his face full of disdain.

"With this location, this renovation, these hundreds of pieces of imported equipment, plus two years of prepaid rent—you think you can take this place for anything less than several million?"

He sized up Qin Feng's cheap, street-market clothes, his eyes filled with contempt.

"Fine, if you've got the ability—four million!"

Liu Bo held up four fingers, making an outrageous demand.

"Four million, and this shop is yours! If you can't produce it, then stop pretending to be a big shot here and get out!"

In reality, he had invested about two million back then, and after two years, he hadn't even broken even.

Now with pressure from Zhao Tai's side, he was worried about how to get out.

If this kid could actually produce four million, he would not only get his investment back but also make a net profit of two million.

But he didn't believe for a second that Qin Feng could afford it.

Qin Feng didn't even blink. He pulled a black bank card from his pocket, held it between two fingers, and handed it over.

"Swipe it."

"Go draft the contract now. I want to sign within ten minutes."

Liu Bo looked at the Black Card, completely dazed.

This wasn't in the script.

Should he be flying into a rage or trying to haggle?

"You... are you for real?" Liu Bo swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly.

Qin Feng frowned with some impatience.

"What? You don't want to sell? Or are you just messing with me?"

His gaze instantly turned cold, and an invisible sense of pressure enveloped Liu Bo's heart.

"I'll sell! I'll sell! Selling right now!"

Liu Bo snapped out of it—this was four million yuan!

He snatched the Black Card and ran to the front desk in a flurry, picking up the POS machine to start the transaction.

Beep—

"Please enter the password."

Qin Feng walked forward and calmly entered the password.

Whir whir whir—

The POS machine spat out the receipt, showing a successful transaction.

Liu Bo looked at the long string of zeros on the screen, his legs going weak as he nearly collapsed to the floor.

It... it actually went through?

Four million?!

Liu Bo's heart was in absolute turmoil.

This young man looked unfamiliar and dressed quite ordinarily, but this level of spending...

Could he be some God-tier Tycoon from a Top-tier Wealthy Family out on a low-profile visit? Buying a shop worth over two million at a premium without even blinking?

He suddenly realized that this might be a great chance to escape.

He couldn't afford to offend Zhao Tai, and he couldn't afford to offend this mysterious Young Master Qin either. When gods fight, it's the mortals who suffer.

Taking this four million and leaving Sea City overnight with his wife and kids to start over in the south—wasn't that ten thousand times better than being stuck in the middle as cannon fodder?

Thinking of this, the arrogance on Liu Bo's face instantly transformed into a fawning, sycophantic smile.

"Yes, yes, yes! You are the boss! You have the final say!"

He gave himself a hard slap across the face and bowed ninety degrees. "Boss, I failed to recognize your greatness. I was out of line just now..."