Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus

"Mr. Hu, they’ve arrived." The man who escorted Chen Er stepped up to Mr. Hu and spoke softly.

"Mm, alright, you can leave now." Mr. Hu replied.

Then he slowly flicked the cigar in his hand, gazing at the distant sunset, without looking at Chen Er and his group, merely pointing at the two wicker chairs in front and said, "Take a seat and let’s talk."

Chen Er glanced at Feng Wei behind him and called out to Mr. Hu.

Then obediently sat down.

Feng Wei composed his expression and said to Mr. Hu, "Mr. Hu."

And then he sat down as well.

"Tell me, what was their reaction during this trip?"

Mr. Hu opened his mouth, his voice rich and carrying the magnetic huskiness of a middle-aged man.

Chen Er was about to speak, but Feng Wei intervened:

"Mr. Hu, the people from Oil City were incredibly arrogant. We offered two boxes of Antibiotics, and they didn’t even respond, not only refusing to take the Antibiotics from us but also aiming guns at us from hundreds of meters away, preventing us from getting closer."

"We had presented ourselves kindly, even went out of our way not to offend them, driving just one car and even getting out of it."

"Yet still, those people said they wanted us to wait a few days before coming back to talk. Look here, Southern Paradise cooperating with them is to their benefit, but they treat us like this."

"If you ask me, we might as well go all out and take down Oil City directly, save us from their arrogance."

....

Feng Wei’s mouth was like a machine gun, describing Oil City’s attitude as particularly arrogant, exaggerating the course of events.

Chen Er glanced at him with disdain, shut his mouth, and said nothing.

He knew this wasn’t the right time to speak.

Mr. Hu was aware.

After all, it’s not so simple to deal with a force that could take out the Motorcycle Gang.

Moreover, the idea of cooperation was proposed by Mr. Hu, and Feng Wei’s words undoubtedly slapped Mr. Hu in the face.

Silence at this moment was most appropriate.

Sure enough, upon hearing Feng Wei’s words, Mr. Hu’s expression turned somewhat sour.

His tiger-like gaze fixed on Feng Wei.

"What did I tell you before, that you should negotiate properly? Do you think we can easily handle a force that eliminated the Motorcycle Gang?

Feng Wei, haven’t you taken my words seriously, were they just wind in your ears?"

Feng Wei could hear Mr. Hu’s anger, so he stopped speaking.

The resentment inside him grew stronger.

"......"

This old man, not an ounce of guts.

Seeing Feng Wei silent, Mr. Hu then turned to Chen Er and asked:

"What did they say? Did they agree?"

Chen Er thought for a moment and replied, "Not quite an agreement. They said they need to discuss and would give us an answer in five days."

"Mr. Hu, I don’t know why, but I have a feeling there’s someone behind Oil City. When we approached Oil City, I felt a strong sense of threat."

Mr. Hu took a drag from the cigar in his mouth and slowly exhaled it.

"What do you mean?"

Chen Er continued, "Today, the man who talked to me had a strong presence, but I feel he wasn’t the person in charge. Besides..."

Chen Er reported some details he had observed along with his suspicions bit by bit to Mr. Hu.

Mr. Hu listened, nodding slightly.

"Good, you’ve done well. No matter whether there’s someone behind them or not, building a good rapport at this stage is right. With natural disasters ongoing, Southern Paradise struggles alone; having an external ally brings only benefits, not harm."

Feng Wei noticed that Mr. Hu was entirely leaning towards Chen Er, his expression changing repeatedly.

The various retaliatory words he had thought along the way now became useless.

After all, Mr. Hu had already sided with Chen Er, rendering any further arguments futile.

Thus, he directly stood up and said to Mr. Hu, "Mr. Hu, I’m quite tired from the journey, I’ll go downstairs to rest."

After speaking, he didn’t wait for Mr. Hu’s response and headed straight downstairs.

Seeing him disregard himself this way, a flash of murderous intent crossed Mr. Hu’s eyes.

But it quickly faded.

Feng Wei wasn’t like this before; a year ago, Scar said he had a distant cousin coming over, and Feng Wei brought a group to join.

Scar was the second-in-command of Southern Paradise and one of its founders.

So Mr. Hu did Scar a favor by letting Feng Wei join.

Later on, after Feng Wei joined, once nearly a hundred brothers under him got guns.

An became gradually arrogant and domineering, initially daring not to talk back to Mr. Hu, but later increasingly disregarding Mr. Hu.

Developed to now, he doesn’t even bother to pretend anymore.

"Feng Wei, don’t push it too far!" Mr. Hu’s loyal Chen Er, witnessing Feng Wei disrespect Mr. Hu, stood up and cursed at Feng Wei.

"Hmph!"

Feng Wei snorted coldly and turned to leave.

"Mr. Hu, look at him!" Chen Er’s face turned red with anger, wishing he could go over and beat Feng Wei.

Mr. Hu restrained his murderous intent and returned his expression to normal.

He smiled and said to Chen Er, "Don’t be agitated, sit down and talk to me about the whole story."

Upon hearing Mr. Hu say this, Chen Er finally sat down.

He recounted the whole story, every detail, to Mr. Hu.

Including Feng Wei’s behavior during this period.