83: Chapter 82 Professional Bodyguard, 300W Leverage

Eight people stood outside the door.

Wang Chen and Lu Bing were known to Lin Feng, but the other six were unfamiliar faces.

These six men carried an aura of sternness, with sharp gazes and strong physiques; their demeanor was just like Wang Chen's.

"Zhang Dong, Li Qiang, Wang Rui, Sun Hongwei, Wang Zhaojun, and Chen Lei—these six are my comrades-in-arms."

"Among them, Zhang Dong, Li Qiang, and Wang Rui are retired from the special forces and possess extremely high military proficiency. Sun Hongwei, Wang Zhaojun, and Chen Lei, like me, are scouts."

"All six of them have real combat experience and have previously participated in anti-drug operations on the border."

"Boss..."

Clearly, before coming, Wang Chen had already briefed his comrades.

It was immensely oppressive.

These were the true elites of China.

Lin Feng had always admired soldiers; only soldiers served the people selflessly.

The peace of China's last hundred years of modern history was bought by soldiers with their own flesh and blood.

But reality was cruel; many soldiers faced difficulties in life after retirement.

Now that he had the ability to solve their livelihood issues while also ensuring his own safety, it was a win-win situation—why not do it?

However, before that, they still had to pass one final audit.

Lin Feng scanned the six men with his eyes, and a line of information appeared above their heads.

[Zhang Dong, Li Qiang, Wang Rui, Sun Hongwei, Wang Zhaojun, Chen Lei: upright character, high loyalty, spirited, tough men.]

Good heavens, he had struck gold.

Every single one of them was an expert.

Lin Feng's gaze rested on Zhang Dong's head; there was another tag in his information.

[Top military driver, amateur racing enthusiast, a top-tier driver who once drifted a tank.]

He had bought a 525; if he drove that kind of car himself, his status would seem lower, so he needed a professional driver.

It wasn't that Lin Feng wanted to show off; since he had stepped into this circle, there was no need to deliberately keep a low profile—that would be the real pretense.

"Boss, these six are my comrades."

"Would you like to interview them?"

"No need, they are hired without an interview."

Lin Feng waved his hand, finalizing the decision.

A look of surprise flashed across Wang Chen's face; he hadn't expected Lin Feng to be so straightforward—he should have at least arranged a simple interview.

"Boss, you don't need to give me face..."

"Stop. I don't give anyone face, but I definitely trust tough men who come from the military."

That was incredibly well-said. The six iron-blooded men's eyes flickered, and tears welled up in their sockets.

Several of them wiped away their tears, their movements perfectly synchronized, just like at a military parade.

"Boss, to be honest, we don't know how to do anything else, and our education level is just so-so. Wang Chen said you are very capable."

"But we don't want to use backdoors, we still feel..."

Lin Feng waved his hand and said seriously, "This isn't using a backdoor. You still need an interview? Am I questioning the country's eye for selecting people?"

Good heavens, that statement provided maximum emotional value.

Using national righteousness to win people over was cliché, but it truly worked.

The excited expressions of the six iron-blooded warriors were proof enough.

"Boss Lin, from today on, the lives of us six belong to you."

"Well said. If anyone wants to harm you, they will have to step over our dead bodies first."

Lin Feng's mouth twitched; why did he feel like he was running a pyramid scheme?

He laughed, "No need for that. We have an employment relationship; you are my employees."

"Besides, this isn't a battlefield; no one is asking for your lives. Just work hard. Wang Chen has already found a place for you to live—a four-bedroom apartment. You'll have to squeeze in for now, but the company will cover the rent."

"Thank you, Boss."

None of them were indecisive people; since it had come to this, further pleasantries would just be pretentious.

Lin Feng looked at Zhang Dong and asked, "Can you drive?"

"Boss, driving is one of the skills I am best at."

"Alright, I bought a new car; you will be my driver."

"Yes..."

It is a soldier's duty to obey orders, even when they enter society.

Wang Chen exclaimed in surprise, "Boss, your eye for talent is incredible. Old Zhang's driving skills are legendary, even in the special forces."

"Back in the day, he actually drifted a tank, and for that, he was locked in solitary confinement for a week."

"It seems my luck is good. Wang Chen, take your comrades to rest for the night; work starts officially tomorrow."

"Old Zhang, I need to trouble you to drive me out for a trip."

"Yes, no problem. I can start working at any time."

Leaving the company, Lin Feng sat in the back seat of the BMW.

Zhang Dong's driving skills were indeed impressive; during the 20-minute journey, Lin Feng almost fell asleep.

After arriving at the destination, it was Zhang Dong who woke him up.

Entering the lobby of Wansheng Group on the first floor, the young lady at the reception seemed to recognize Lin Feng and greeted him warmly.

"Mr. Lin, President Wang is waiting for you in his office; he instructed us to let you go up at any time."

He nodded and took Zhang Dong into the elevator.

The 22nd floor, a 200-square-meter luxury office.

Zhang Dong was stunned; Lin Feng's entire office space in the office building was only 200 square meters, and this single room was equivalent to an entire company.

He hadn't expected his young boss to be so impressive, knowing the high-level executives of such a major group.

Wansheng Group—as long as one was Chinese, everyone knew its scale.

"Lin Feng, come, sit."

Wang Jun stood up enthusiastically to invite Lin Feng to sit.

Zhang Dong stood behind him very professionally, his eyes fixed on his nose, motionless.

A flash of surprise crossed Wang Jun's eyes.

How long had it been since they last met? Lin Feng now had a professional bodyguard by his side.

Few bodyguards, even those in Wansheng Group, could manage such a standing posture.

This was a retired soldier, and a master at that.

"Wang Jun, the money is all inside. I'll leave the rest to you."

"Interest will follow the rules, but as for what to buy, you must follow my instructions."

"How much money?"

"3 million."

"Is all this money earned from Liu Yan?"

"That's right. 100,000 in leverage, and I only traded three times."

Wang Jun shivered; only three times and he made 3 million.

Was this even human language? If people in the financial circle knew, they would definitely go crazy.

"No problem, leave it to me. Absolutely no one will know your information."

"How about this, I'll arrange an investment secretary for you for free."

"Investment secretary? What kind of thing is that?"

"The kind where you call, and she places the bets for you."

"Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony. I'll leave it to you."

"Then I'll have her contact you in a while."

Lin Feng nodded and picked up his teacup to take a sip.

Wang Jun glanced at Zhang Dong, and Lin Feng understood immediately.

"Old Zhang, wait here for a moment. I have some private matters to discuss with President Wang."

"Yes, Boss."

It wasn't that he didn't trust Zhang Dong, but Lin Feng was quite cautious.

Wang Jiancheng's affair was quite sensitive, and since he was from a military background, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to accept it.

There was no need to take risks in any situation where the outcome was unknown.

Once they had been in contact longer and he became his true confidant, there would be no need to hide it from him.

In the private office, there were only the two of them.

Wang Jun suddenly turned around, looked at Lin Feng excitedly, and said, "Thanks, Second Brother."