#87 - Chapter 87 The Man in the Dark

Watching Nie Hu's aggressive demeanor and the way he gripped his bowl, the surrounding gang members also quieted down, waiting for Cheng Feng's reply.

It seemed that if Cheng Feng's answer wasn't satisfactory, they would attack him as a group in the next moment.

Cheng Feng looked at the Tiger Head Gang members and was quite satisfied, at least these people had some sense of judgment.

Cheng Feng smiled slightly, but that smile carried a hint of disdainful indifference.

He gently put down the chopsticks in his hand and slowly stood up. The clothes on his body seemed to be blown by a gust of wind, exuding an indescribable air of elegance.

"Nie Hu, you just want to test my background," Cheng Feng's voice was calm and firm, as if it could penetrate people's hearts. "But I'm telling you, I, Cheng Feng, am neither a pushover nor a tree without roots. Since I dare to come here alone, I naturally have my confidence."

Nie Hu's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect Cheng Feng to expose his thoughts so directly.

He snorted coldly and said, "Cheng Feng, stop pretending here. If you don't give me a satisfactory answer today, the brothers of my Tiger Head Gang won't be so easy to deal with."

Cheng Feng smiled slightly and said, "Answer? What answer do you want? Do you want me to bow my head and admit my mistake, or do you want me to surrender without resistance?"

Nie Hu's face darkened, and he said, "Naturally, we want you to give us an explanation, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Cheng Feng interrupted Nie Hu, his voice revealing a hint of impatience, "Although you, Nie Hu, have some influence in this city, don't forget that the martial world is vast and full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Do you think your Tiger Head Gang is invincible?"

Nie Hu was so angry at Cheng Feng's words that his face turned red. He slammed the table and stood up, roaring, "Cheng Feng, don't be too arrogant! My Tiger Head Gang is a famous gang in the city. Who do you think you are? How dare you despise us like this?"

Cheng Feng smiled slightly and said, "I despise you? You're not worthy of being in my eyes. I just want you to know that the Qingxi County is not a place where only your Tiger Head Gang can call the shots. Your tone makes it sound like the Four Great Gangs are all dead."

Nie Hu was so angry at Cheng Feng's words that he almost vomited blood. He roared and waved his hand, "Brothers, attack! Today, let this ignorant guy know the power of our Tiger Head Gang!"

With Nie Hu's order, the Tiger Head Gang members stood up one after another, preparing to attack Cheng Feng. However, at this moment, Cheng Feng suddenly moved.

His figure seemed to turn into a phantom, instantly rushing in front of Nie Hu. Nie Hu only had time to exclaim before Cheng Feng grabbed his collar. Then, Cheng Feng threw Nie Hu out with force.

"Bang!" Nie Hu's body slammed heavily against the wall, making a loud noise. He clutched his chest, in so much pain that he could barely breathe. The other gang members were also stunned by this scene and stopped in their tracks.

Cheng Feng looked at Nie Hu on the ground and said indifferently, "Nie Hu, remember this. The martial world is deep, if you dare to provoke me again, don't blame me for being rude."

After speaking, Cheng Feng turned and left, leaving behind a scene of astonishment and shock.

Cheng Feng secretly thought that he had put on a big show.

In fact, Cheng Feng didn't want to kill, but he felt a faint sense of being watched from the side.

Cheng Feng didn't know if it was the Tiger Head Gang's helper or a passerby.

But as long as Cheng Feng felt a little danger, based on the principle of a wise man not standing under a dangerous wall,

Cheng Feng decisively left first.

The Tiger Head Gang members helped Nie Hu up. Nie Hu's face was covered in blood, and his complexion was dull. He had to go back to his room to recuperate.

Naturally, the gathering of everyone could not continue, and they left one after another, leaving only Nie Hu's close followers to protect him.

At a corner high platform that Cheng Feng couldn't see, an old man with white hair quietly watched all this.

As Cheng Feng decisively retreated, the old man chuckled, "This young man is quite alert! Should I follow him? Forget it, he probably doesn't know about me yet."

Before the voice fell, the old man's figure disappeared from the corner high platform.

Cheng Feng walked away quickly. Just as he was about to attack Nie Hu, Cheng Feng's whole body felt a slight tingling sensation.

This wasn't the pressure that Nie Hu could have, but someone else was interfering.

Perhaps the person behind Nie Hu needed Nie Hu to do something.

What a pity.

Grasping the prepared trading items in his arms, Cheng Feng sighed inwardly.

In order to find a helper to make money, Cheng Feng listed a large number of profitable methods that he could do based on his previous life's knowledge.

Then, according to his actual situation, he crossed them out one by one.

After choosing the best from the best, he crossed out those with major aftereffects, inconvenient operations, small profits, and no prospects.

As a result, only a few popular ones remained.

Blacksmithing and making weapons was a way, but Cheng Feng lacked experience and had to learn. The advantage was high profits.

Prostitution, the advantage is high profits, but Cheng Feng didn't want to be a madam, and the initial investment was not small.

Gambling, finding a place and setting up a stall could be done, but Cheng Feng had to invest Blessing Points to learn the skills in order to control the whole field.

At the same time, there were taboos. Basically, those in this business had gang backgrounds. Competitors were enemies, and it was uncertain when someone would come to smash the place.

There was also salt. In ancient times, coarse salt was prevalent, and fine salt was basically only supplied to the nobles, and even that was not enough.

Salt was also firmly controlled by the government, but this thing could be sold in small bags, easy to hide and easy to sell.

This was what Cheng Feng chose after careful consideration.

The input and output were not large, but he couldn't be caught.

With 800 present, this was a robot that would never betray Cheng Feng.

With a natural advantage, preparing a few more cellars and basements, even if discovered, he could hide without eating until the storm passed.

On-site trading and strength guarantee were the first choice.

Transportation, trading, and evasion had all been carefully considered by Cheng Feng, and there were no major problems.

Cheng Feng only needed to process it a little bit like brewing wine.

It was still a similar principle of distillation.

The venue was the original No. 1 room. After Cheng Feng's family moved over, it was still used to store sundries.

Room No. 2 was directly returned, and he got nearly two taels of silver, which included one tael of deposit. Cheng Feng directly gave it to Cai'er as household expenses. Firewood, rice, oil, and salt all required money.

Cheng Feng kept one tael for himself, and took out the remaining three taels to buy coarse salt.

In room No. 1, Cheng Feng tried hard to recall the little knowledge he had seen in his previous life.

Cheng Feng stood in front of the familiar kitchen, holding the newly made filtering tool in his hand, his eyes firm and focused.

Before his eyes was the coarse salt bought with three taels of silver,

The market price of coarse salt was five large coins per half jin, one tael of silver per jin, three taels of silver was three jin, the kind that was in large chunks,

Ordinary people would break it themselves and knead it into crumbs to eat, mixed with impurities, tasting salty and bitter, and even then many people would only put a little bit in each meal to increase that little bit of saltiness.