Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 151
Chapter 151: Sponsorship Ain’t Optional
Zhang Feng was caught off guard by Ding Three’s words.
“What… what commendation?” he asked, confused.
Ding Three pulled out a letter, grinning. “Here, Captain Zhang, have a look.”
Zhang Feng took the letter and read through it. His face immediately darkened.
Damn, it really was an official thank-you letter from Old Square District.
The district had just received a million-dollar donation from Electronic Dynasty to fund the upcoming New Year Cultural Performance. And now, he had shut down Electronic Dynasty? That was a straight-up slap to the district’s face.
Zhang Feng wasn’t stupid—he knew exactly what lines could be crossed and which ones couldn’t.
A corporate ownership dispute? That could be big or small, depending on how he played it. He could intervene, or he could brush it aside with some bureaucratic nonsense.
But publicly embarrassing the district?
Yeah, that was career suicide.
Zhang Feng quickly waved his hand. “Oh! So you guys are a major sponsor of the Old Square’s New Year event? What a misunderstanding this must have been!”
“Tell you what, go ahead and keep your doors open. We’ll go back and conduct a ‘thorough investigation.’”
Chen Xue Wen smiled and nodded. “Appreciate it, Captain Zhang.”
Zhang Feng chuckled, waving dismissively. “Just doing my job.”
At that moment, Ding Three leaned in and whispered something in Zhang Feng’s ear.
Zhang Feng’s eyes lit up, and his grin widened. “Done! No problem at all.”
“You boys keep up the good work. We’ll make sure all businesses in Old Square operate under the full protection of the law!” Zhang Feng declared, his tone brimming with enthusiasm.
Then, with a satisfied smirk, he and his team marched out of Electronic Dynasty, looking every bit like heroes on a mission.
As they left, Chen Xue Wen turned to Ding Three, curiosity written all over his face. “Three, what did you tell him?”
Ding Three chuckled. “I told him Electronic Dynasty is throwing in thirty grand to sponsor the Law Enforcement Team’s New Year performance.”
Chen Xue Wen burst out laughing. Gotta hand it to Ding Three—he knew how to handle business.
Corporate and merchant sponsorships for cultural events? Totally normal.
But when it came to the Law Enforcement Team, things changed. This wasn’t just about money—it was about credit.
Whoever secured the sponsorship would get a pat on the back from higher-ups, maybe even a promotion.
Old Square didn’t have many big businesses—just small-time merchants. The supermarkets and malls didn’t need to sponsor anything, and the local internet cafes and video halls didn’t have that kind of cash.
Pulling in a thirty-grand sponsorship? That wasn’t easy.
Ding Three had just handed Zhang Feng a golden opportunity on a silver platter. No wonder Zhang Feng was grinning like he’d hit the jackpot.
Sure, Zhang Feng wasn’t pocketing any of the money directly, but the recognition from the top brass? That was priceless. Might even help him climb the ranks.
And for just thirty grand, Electronic Dynasty had dodged a bullet. Money well spent.
Over in the corner, Li Er Yong, Lai Hou, and the rest of the crew watched everything unfold, thrilled by how smoothly the crisis had been handled.
Lai Hou couldn’t contain his excitement. “Damn, Three, you’re a genius.”
“If you hadn’t acted fast, this place would’ve been shut down for sure.”
“We’re raking in twenty grand a day here, and that number’s only going up.”
“If we got shut down, even for a few days, that’d be a massive loss. We’d be down at least two hundred grand!”
The thought made everyone shudder. When the cash was flowing in this fast, shutting down—even briefly—was a nightmare scenario.
Chen Xue Wen nodded. “Good thing you grabbed that thank-you letter in time, Three.”
“If we’d been a step too slow and got shut down first, even if we offered the donation later, they wouldn’t have taken it.”
“And if that happened, forget a three-to-five-day closure—we’d be lucky to reopen before the entire holiday season was over!”
The crew all nodded in agreement. That was the hard truth.
A business making a sponsorship? No problem.
A shut-down business trying to sponsor something? Now that was a blatant bribe.
After a round of sighs and muttered curses about the close call, the crew dispersed, getting back to business.
Crisis averted.
For now.
After the others had left, Ding Three shut the door, his voice dropping to a murmur. “Xue Wen, we might’ve dodged the bullet for now, but this ain’t over.”
Chen Xue Wen nodded, his expression grim. “With that old fox, Uncle Quan, you can bet he’s got more tricks up his sleeve. That bastard plays dirty, always has.”
“If we wanna pocket this cash clean and easy, we gotta put Uncle Quan in his place first,” Ding Three mused.
He leaned against the table, tapping a cigarette on its case. “He must’ve caught wind that Lu Jin Po’s coming back—that’s the only reason he’s got the balls to move against you like this.”
“He’s lurking in the shadows now, waiting for next year when Lu Jin Po returns. That’s when he’ll make his move, and believe me, he’s playing for keeps.”
“Taking him down ain’t gonna be easy.”
Chen Xue Wen frowned. That was exactly what he had been pondering. Getting rid of Uncle Quan meant finding him first. And right now, even his closest men had no clue where he was holed up. Hunting down that old fox? Easier said than done.
Ding Three studied him with a knowing smirk. “Come on, Xue Wen, you’ve already got a plan, don’t you?”
Chen Xue Wen chuckled. “Why do you say that?”
“Because I know you,” Ding Three said, his grin widening. “You always think three steps ahead, got a backup for your backup. My guess? The moment you found out Uncle Quan snatched up Electronic Dynasty, you were already working on how to gut him.”
“So, tell me—what’s the play?”
Chen Xue Wen tapped his fingers on the table, his smile carrying a hint of danger. “You got me, Three. I do have something in mind, just not sure if it’ll work.”
Ding Three’s eyes lit up with intrigue. “Let’s hear it.”
Chen Xue Wen laid it out, every step, every contingency. When he finished, Ding Three was dead silent. Then, after a long pause, he slammed a hand on the table and let out a sharp laugh.
“Damn! No wonder Snake and Zhou Jing Hui went down under your hands. This plan? Ruthless. That old bastard Quan has no idea who he’s messing with.”
Chen Xue Wen raised a brow. “So, you think it’ll work?”
“Work? It’s genius!”
“Then we move forward.”
Ding Three nodded. “I’ll set things up. Oh, and about that kid, Little Yang—have you thought it over?”
“Lu Jin Po’s definitely coming back after the New Year. We don’t know exactly when, but it’s happening. And when it does, we gotta be ready.”
“I’m telling you, Xue Wen, we need that kid on our side. Otherwise, when Lu Jin Po comes knocking, it might be too damn late.”
Chen Xue Wen arched a brow. “You really think this Little Yang is all that? You sound awfully confident in him.”
Ding Three smirked and gestured toward Gu Hong Bing, who was standing outside. “Tell me, what do you think of Hong Bing?”
Chen Xue Wen thought back to the events of the previous night and nodded. “The guy’s solid. A real asset.”
Ding Three’s grin widened. “Listen, if Hong Bing went head-to-head with Snake, Snake wouldn’t stand a damn chance.”
Chen Xue Wen sucked in a sharp breath. “You serious?”
He had seen Snake in action firsthand. Back then, it had taken five of them to take him down, and they still walked away with broken bones and bruises. Snake wasn’t just a fighter—he was a monster. And yet, Ding Three was telling him Gu Hong Bing could take him down?
His gaze drifted back to the man outside, suddenly reevaluating the stocky, unassuming figure.
Ding Three’s voice stayed calm. “Don’t underestimate him, Xue Wen. One-on-one, Snake was never in his league.”
“But…”
Ding Three exhaled slowly. “Not long ago, Hong Bing fought Little Yang. The fight lasted less than a minute.”
“Hong Bing got put down.”
Chen Xue Wen’s eyes widened.
If that was true, then Little Yang wasn’t just strong—he was on another level entirely. No wonder Ding Three was so keen on recruiting him. If they could bring him into the fold, their odds against Lu Jin Po would skyrocket.
And with Uncle Quan lurking, waiting for his moment to strike… they needed every edge they could get.
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