Chapter 50: The Art of Playing Dumb
The next morning, Lin Feng stood outside a nondescript building in the financial district—no sign, no logo. Just clean glass doors and a marble lobby guarded by silence.
He stepped inside.
The receptionist barely looked up before nodding. "Top floor. They’re expecting you."
No questions. No name-check. Clearly, this wasn’t an ordinary company.
As the elevator ascended, Lin Feng flipped through the thin dossier Xue Lian had handed him again. The investment on paper seemed almost too convenient: a startup real estate tech firm looking to expand into low-income urban developments. A cause that sounded noble. Too noble.
[System: Host, this smells like bait dipped in good intentions. Also, their valuation projections are more inflated than a late-night food delivery fee.]
He smirked. "I know. That’s why I’m interested."
The elevator dinged. The doors opened to a minimalist boardroom with floor-to-ceiling windows. Three people were already seated at the far end—one of them, unmistakably, Luo Zixuan.
"Look who decided to show up," Luo said, voice smooth, arms folded like he already knew the outcome.