Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 175
Chapter 175: Sponsorship Moves
After handling Quan Ding Kun, Chen Xue Wen immediately ordered his crew to return to Peaceful City.
Once back, the first thing he did was tell Little Yang and his brother to strip off their clothes and burn them to ashes. No loose ends. No evidence.
With that out of the way, he led his men back to Electronic Dynasty, where they spent the night. Though they had hotel rooms booked, checking in there was out of the question. Quan Ding Kun’s death was going to stir things up big time, and the Three Rivers County Law Enforcement Squad would no doubt launch an investigation immediately.
If they checked into the hotel, the staff could verify their return time, matching it with the crime. That would bring unnecessary trouble. But resting at Electronic Dynasty? Different story. No one could prove when they got back—especially since Chen Xue Wen had already disabled the security cameras at the entrance.
No timestamps. No proof. No problems.
…
The next morning, just past eight, business opened as usual.
Chen Xue Wen had a light breakfast, then retreated to his office to make a call.
He dialed Lawyer He and gave him a rough rundown of last night’s events. Of course, he left out the whole murder part. Then, he posed his real question:
“Lawyer He, we had some past conflicts with Quan Ding Kun. Played a little joke on him, took him for a ride.”
“But then, the same night, word comes out that he got taken out by two guys supposedly working for Lu Jin Po.”
“You think the Law Enforcement Squad will pin this on us?”
Lawyer He chuckled. “Boss Chen, the law moves on evidence.”
“No proof, no case.”
Chen Xue Wen nodded. “I’m just worried the Three Rivers squad will haul us in for questioning. You know how it is—we’re swamped with business right now. Can’t afford the distraction.”
Lawyer He’s voice carried an amused tone. “That, my friend, is nothing to worry about.”
“I hear you donated a million to Old Square for their New Year’s Cultural Performance?”
“They’re rehearsing today, right? As a community-minded businessman, it’d be good for you to show up. Maybe even throw in a little extra—say, a ten-grand bonus for the performers?”
“Oh, and remember: if they don’t have a warrant, don’t go anywhere. Call me first. I’ll send a lawyer to handle it.”
Chen Xue Wen’s mind clicked. This was a lesson in survival.
He grinned. “Got it.”
“Much appreciated, Lawyer He. I owe you a meal.”
Lawyer He laughed. “Too busy with cases these days—New Year’s season, you know how it is.”
“If we’re talking dinner, better make it after the Lantern Festival.”
Chen Xue Wen kept his face steady. “Then after the fifteenth, we’ll dine.”
He hung up, exhaling slowly.
Lawyer He’s message was crystal clear. He knew Lu Jin Po was coming back. He pushed the dinner date past the fifteenth because he expected Lu Jin Po to be in Peaceful City before then.
In other words, if Chen Xue Wen survived that long, they’d eat. If not? No meal necessary.
Lawyer He was the kind who never bet on a losing horse.
Chen Xue Wen wasn’t bitter about it. He understood. Right now, he wasn’t strong enough to earn real respect from someone like Lawyer He. The only way forward was to grow stronger. To stay alive.
Power changed everything.
Once he was strong enough, it wouldn’t be him seeking favors from Lawyer He.
Lawyer He would be the one knocking on his door.
That was how the game was played.
…
Wasting no time, Chen Xue Wen called Ding Three and told him to contact the Old Square Community, letting them know he’d be dropping by to watch the rehearsal. And to sweeten the deal, he’d be donating an extra ten thousand for rewards to the performers.
The moment the district officials got wind of this, they were ecstatic.
Pulling off a community talent show was never an easy gig. Most folks didn’t care to join—no real incentive, no real payoff. But when Chen Xue Wen tossed ten grand on the table to buy prizes as rewards, he practically solved the organizers’ biggest headache in one move.
Didn’t take more than half an hour before Zhang Qiang, a community director, personally hustled over to invite Chen Xue Wen to the rehearsals.
Chen Xue Wen didn’t hesitate. He signaled to Ding Three, who brought out the check.
Zhang Qiang was all smiles but tried to wave it off. “Ah, no, no, Boss Chen. This ain’t proper procedure. You gotta buy the prizes yourself.”
Ding Three chuckled, stepping in. “Director Zhang, where do you folks usually do your shopping?”
“Good question,” Zhang Qiang mused. “We don’t usually have much to buy, but I hear there’s a solid electronics store over on North Ling Street. Decent stuff. Lately, those personal handy-phones are all the rage. But, you know, we’re just working stiffs—gotta admire from a distance.”
Then, he dropped the real hint. “If you could grab a batch of those as prizes, well, Boss Chen, that’d be a real blessing.”
Chen Xue Wen caught on immediately. He nodded. “Consider it done. You head back—we’ll go shopping now.”
Then, he added with a smirk, “How many folks you got in the rehearsal? I’ll try to get enough for everyone—don’t want you in a tough spot later.”
Zhang Qiang’s face lit up. He quickly rattled off the numbers.
Chen Xue Wen did the math—buying that many would cost over ten grand easy. But he didn’t blink. Solving this problem was a small price to pay for a favor in return.
He and his crew rolled up to the electronics store and cleaned them out of personal handy-phones. Lai Hou, tagging along, whistled low when he saw the price tags. “Damn, these cost at least ten percent more than other places.”
Ding Three clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Exactly.”
Chen Xue Wen grinned. If the price wasn’t steep, how else would Zhang Qiang owe him one?
Before leaving, Chen Xue Wen peeled off another five grand for the shopkeeper. “Make sure Director Zhang’s handy-phone isn’t some cheap junk. Write him an invoice for a new model instead.”
The shopkeeper got the message loud and clear. “No problem, Boss Chen.”
Half an hour later, loaded down with bags, Chen Xue Wen and his men strolled into the Old Square, where rehearsals were in full swing.
Zhang Qiang was already there, lined up with a hundred-odd performers, all standing at attention. As soon as Chen Xue Wen stepped in, applause erupted, shouts of welcome ringing through the crowd.
Chen Xue Wen’s sharp eyes didn’t miss a thing—half these folks weren’t even dressed for a performance. No costumes, no makeup. Zhang Qiang had clearly rounded up extra bodies just to get their hands on those prizes.
But Chen Xue Wen played along, all smiles and pleasantries. He set the prize boxes down, watching the excitement ripple through the crowd. The buzz in the air was electric.
And Zhang Qiang? He was practically beaming. Word had already reached him about that extra special phone reserved just for him. His enthusiasm was next level now.
Just as the rehearsals hit their stride, a group of uniformed men stepped in through the entrance.
Law enforcement.
Their captain walked straight up to Chen Xue Wen, eyes hard. “You’re Chen Xue Wen?”
“Three Rivers County Law Enforcement. Last night, there was an incident. We need you to come with us for questioning.”
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