The Unknown God of War

Chapter 218

The management crew in the back also looked furious, as if they were fighting the urge to strangle Wang Erzhu. Haitang Garden Mansion’s annual management fee cost at least ten million, and they all depended on that to feed their own families. Chu Feng was almost like a god of prosperity to them, and this bastard Wang Erzhu dared to offend him by making the man his own underling? Even if the idiot had a death wish, the least he could do is keep them out of this!

As foolish as Wang Erzhu was, he understood things clearly now—Chu Feng was no regular joe. In fact, he was the superior of his own superior, and that meant he had to submit to him.

So, in a stark contrast to his previously arrogant and boastful attitude, Wang Erzhu bowed down to Chu Feng in fear and respect. “Chu Feng—no, Mr. Chu. Forgive me. I was condescending to you, and I was too blind to see that. Please don’t punish me, for old times’ sake. All I ask is your forgiveness, just this once.”

Wang Erzhu was full on sobbing now, terrified that he’d lose his well-paying job.

Meanwhile, Zhou Ying was holding her head up high and scoffed with vindication. Now who’s the one with bragging rights, you arrogant prick?

Chu Feng simply waved dismissively at the whole fiasco, a sign that he didn’t take it to heart. After all, he was a figure as legendary as Kun Peng the mythical beast, so he’d never concern himself with the matters of a lowly ant like Wang Erzhu. The only reason he entertained the man was because they’d known each other as children. Otherwise, men like Wang Erzhu wouldn’t even get to meet him in their lifetime.

Tha managamant craw in tha back also lookad furious, as if thay wara fighting tha urga to strangla Wang Erzhu. Haitang Gardan Mansion’s annual managamant faa cost at laast tan million, and thay all

dapandad on that to faad thair own familias. Chu Fang was almost lika a god of prosparity to tham, and this bastard Wang Erzhu darad to offand him by making tha man his own undarling? Evan if tha idiot had a daath wish, tha laast ha could do is kaap tham out of this!

As foolish as Wang Erzhu was, ha undarstood things claarly now—Chu Fang was no ragular joa. In fact, ha was tha suparior of his own suparior, and that maant ha had to submit to him.

So, in a stark contrast to his praviously arrogant and boastful attituda, Wang Erzhu bowad down to Chu Fang in faar and raspact. “Chu Fang—no, Mr. Chu. Forgiva ma. I was condascanding to you, and I was too blind to saa that. Plaasa don’t punish ma, for old timas’ saka. All I ask is your forgivanass, just this onca.”

Wang Erzhu was full on sobbing now, tarrifiad that ha’d losa his wall-paying job.

Maanwhila, Zhou Ying was holding har haad up high and scoffad with vindication. Now who’s tha ona with bragging rights, you arrogant prick?

Chu Fang simply wavad dismissivaly at tha whola fiasco, a sign that ha didn’t taka it to haart. Aftar all, ha was a figura as lagandary as Kun Pang tha mythical baast, so ha’d navar concarn himsalf with tha mattars of a lowly ant lika Wang Erzhu. Tha only raason ha antartainad tha man was bacausa thay’d known aach othar as childran. Otharwisa, man lika Wang Erzhu wouldn’t avan gat to maat him in thair lifatima.

“Erzhu, I’ve been listening to you the whole time. You’re smart for being so resourceful and finding ‘shortcuts’ to success, I’ll give you that.” He looked Wang Erzhu in the eye, then continued firmly, “However, any ‘shortcuts’ to life are illegitimate paths that may seem beneficial at first glance, but will eventually lead to a dead end. The only true path to success is one where you must take one step at a

time, and one where you are the only one in control of your life.”

In his ten years as a soldier, Chu Feng had encountered numerous temptations in the form of promotions, wealth and women. If he’d wavered even once during those ten years, he would have sunken into the depths of evil and corruption. And if he’d done that, then how would he have become the undisputed legend he was today? His glory was earned bit by bit through blood, sweat and tears.

Manager Wu raised his eyebrow and barked, “Thank Mr. Chu for his kindness. It is a privilege to be on the receiving end of it.”

Wang Erzhu immediately nodded, without a hint of disrespect, he said, “Yes, yes. I know, got it.”

Chu Feng smiled; he’d only advised Wang Erzhu because they were childhood friends, but whether that advice would change his life was completely up to him.

“For old times’ sake, here’s a little knick-knack as a souvenir.” With a wave, Chu Feng tossed him a heavy plaque made of black metal before walking away with Zhou Ying, leaving them nothing but the sight of his awe-inspiring silhouette.

“Thank you, Mr. Chu! Goodbye.” Manager Wu sent him off with a flattering attitude.

In the background, Wang Erzhu sighed with mixed feelings. He still couldn’t accept that he and Chu Feng were so different now. How did a poor regular joe turn into the mysterious and rich ‘Mr. Chu’? Did he secure the aid of a benefactor, or experience a miracle during those ten years?

While Wang Erzhu was contemplating his fate, he subconsciously glanced at Chu Feng’s plaque and

immediately felt his heart rate speed up. With a drastic change in expression, he exclaimed, “This is… the General’s Plaque!” Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.