Super Soldier in Campus-Chapter 768 - 773: Lin Feng Actually Hung Up the Call!_1

"That’s enough, Xiuyue. You don’t need to say any more," Lin Feng said with a smile. "Three hundred thousand. If you think it’s too high, consider it Brother Feng’s expectation of your abilities! I’ve already made my decision. If you feel the salary is too low, you can still negotiate with me. But if you’re asking me to lower it, then there’s nothing to discuss!"

Actually, Lin Feng didn’t think a monthly salary of 300,000 was too high. Although he himself was currently Ning Aoxue’s bodyguard and received a monthly salary of 100,000 from Ning Fuxun, these things depended on the specific situation.

It had to be known that in the White Wolf Squad, casually taking on any mission would bring in commissions of several million, even tens of millions, of US dollars. Assuming each mission took thirty days to complete, after deducting necessary expenses like equipment and pensions, even the logistics personnel involved in a mission could earn around one hundred thousand US dollars each time on average. This didn’t even account for core combat members like Lin Feng and Zhou Yang, whose commissions started at a million US dollars per mission. For special missions, the commissions were even higher.

Three hundred thousand RMB is less than fifty thousand US dollars. Lin Feng was a little worried; if Zhou Yang found out about this price, would he secretly say I’m shortchanging Zhu Xiuyue?

"Alright, Brother Feng, I will work hard to demonstrate my value." Hearing Lin Feng put it so definitively, Zhu Xiuyue could only adopt her professionally capable demeanor and replied to Lin Feng seriously and cautiously.

"By the way... Xiuyue, do you have a driver’s license?" Lin Feng suddenly asked.

"Yes, I have. I’ve had my license for three full years now. Brother Feng, is there anything else you need to instruct?" Zhu Xiuyue looked at Lin Feng earnestly and asked in a deep voice.

"You probably don’t have a car yet," Lin Feng frowned, saying softly. "How about this: use the Martial Hall’s name to buy a few cars. One for your use, one for me, and leave another as a vehicle for the Martial Hall. As for what specific make and model to buy, you can decide that yourself!"

"I understand." Zhu Xiuyue nodded seriously at Lin Feng, carefully noting down his instructions. Regarding Lin Feng arranging a car for her, Zhu Xiuyue felt little excitement. This was an aftereffect of a high salary; when a person’s monthly salary could buy two mid-range cars at any time, purchasing a car hardly caused a ripple for her.

"Alright, you’ve had a long day. Go home and get some good rest. You can start on these tasks tomorrow," Lin Feng glanced at the large pile of documents in front of Zhu Xiuyue and said with a frown.

"Brother Feng, I’ll take my leave then!" Zhu Xiuyue said to Lin Feng very shyly, then packed up the pile of documents into a large briefcase and left the New Ocean International Building.

It wasn’t until she reached the roadside that Zhu Xiuyue finally couldn’t hold it in anymore and let out a loud shriek, "I, Zhu Xiuyue, finally don’t have to walk on eggshells around people anymore! Yes!"

After Zhu Xiuyue left, Lin Feng had originally planned to head back directly to the Jincheng residential area with Ning Aoxue and Su Zi. However, just as he was about to leave, he suddenly noticed his phone ringing. It was a call from Long Xiaoyun.

Lin Feng didn’t know Long Xiaoyun’s current situation, so without much thought, he answered the call and casually asked, "Hello?"

"Heh heh... Lin Feng... are you surprised to hear my voice?"

To Lin Feng’s surprise, the voice on the phone wasn’t Long Xiaoyun’s, but that of Chen Qingyun, the son of Chen Ming, the Hall Master of the Qingzi Sect’s battle hall.

"Chen Qingyun?!" Lin Feng asked in a deep voice, "Is Young Master Dragon in your hands?"

Su Zi and Ning Aoxue heard the change in Lin Feng’s tone and looked at him with some surprise, noticing that his expression had taken on a rare gravity.

"Heh heh... That’s why I say talking to smart people saves effort," Chen Qingyun chuckled on the other end of the line. "Lin Feng, do you know why I’m calling you?"

Why was he calling me? Did he even need to ask? Lin Feng understood perfectly. Right now, whether it was Chen Qingyun, Chen Ming, or the police, what they probably wanted most was the large sum of money Long Shaotian had hidden away! The reason Chen Qingyun called him was singular: he couldn’t find Long Shaotian. Because Long Xiaoyun didn’t have Long Shaotian’s current contact information, even if Chen Qingyun captured Long Xiaoyun, he couldn’t directly threaten Long Shaotian. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

In fact, both Lin Feng and Chen Qingyun knew that capturing the son to threaten the father—this kind of tactic—might work on ordinary people. But against a true heavyweight like Long Shaotian, who had weathered countless storms, even if Chen Qingyun had captured Long Xiaoyun, he would have no way to threaten him.

Therefore, Chen Qingyun had no choice but to call Lin Feng.

Lin Feng couldn’t be bothered to play such mind games with Chen Qingyun. As the team captain of the White Wolf Squad, he had plenty of experience dealing with individuals like Chen Qingyun, who possessed a kidnapper’s mentality. He knew that at this moment, the more concern he showed for Long Xiaoyun, the easier it would be for Chen Qingyun to find a weakness.

Thus, Lin Feng said very coldly into the phone, "Sorry, not interested in knowing."

And then... Lin Feng hung up the phone!

At that moment, in a dilapidated hut in an abandoned quarry on the southern outskirts of Jiangzhou, Chen Qingyun, who had been incomparably arrogant just moments before and was preparing to gleefully lecture Lin Feng over the phone, was stunned when he heard the BEEP-BEEP-BEEP of the busy signal from the receiver.

"Boss, what happened?" One of his underlings nearby saw that Chen Qingyun’s expression was off and leaned in caringly to ask.

"Motherfucker, that Lin Feng guy actually hung up on me?!" Chen Qingyun roared in frustration, turning to glance at Long Xiaoyun, who was being held tightly by several of his men. He cursed, "Long Xiaoyun, this piece of trash, is truly useless! Not only does his old man not care about him, but even this sworn big brother of his is so damn heartless! This pisses me off!"

At this time, Long Xiaoyun’s limbs were tightly bound with duct tape. He sat dejectedly on a bamboo chair, his mouth also sealed with transparent tape. Only his vacant eyes were exposed, looking at Chen Qingyun with a mixture of panic and nervousness.

Hearing Chen Qingyun’s string of curses, tears of terror streamed from Long Xiaoyun’s eyes. He couldn’t believe it—Brother Feng had received Chen Qingyun’s call, knew he was in the other party’s hands, and then just hung up without saying anything more?

Could it be that Brother Feng doesn’t care about me either? Long Xiaoyun found it hard to believe. But reality seemed so cold and cruel, leaving him utterly adrift...

Lin Feng, of course, wouldn’t actually ignore Long Xiaoyun. In fact, within a minute of hanging up on Chen Qingyun, Lin Feng made two calls. He directly notified Xue Qingyi and Zhou Yang, telling Xue Qingyi to take Ning Aoxue and Su Zi back, and instructing Zhou Yang to rendezvous with him directly.

Then, Lin Feng dialed Liu Haidong’s number, asking him to immediately help trace Long Xiaoyun’s phone signal via satellite.