Who Made Him a Lawyer?

Chapter 623: Chapter 406: Second Trial, November 7! [Double Chapter, Please Vote!]

Scorpion...

Scorpion came looking for him?

Feng Jiancun’s eyes flashed. He waved his hand, didn’t rush to say anything, and instead started thinking.

The process of him getting to know Scorpion under Chen Erliang... was actually the other side taking the initiative to approach him.

Back then, what Feng Jiancun did wasn’t dope, it was loan‑sharking plus gambling, working both sides at once, making the whole Feng Village filthy rich, until...

He met Chen Erliang, and he saw the guy’s "goods"!

By comparison, gambling... was completely nothing, small potatoes next to the big stuff. Those junkies hooked on gambling were all paupers; the other side only needed to move a few hundred grams of goods to match that.

And so, under the lure of profit from the other side...

Feng Jiancun was tempted!

The other side needed turf and manpower to move product, he wanted to make money—perfectly mutually beneficial, win‑win for both sides!

As for killing the guy and taking the goods to do it himself... the quality of "Double Lion Stepping Ball" isn’t something any random person can make.

"Let him wait in the living room."

After thinking for a moment, Feng Jiancun finally put away his thoughts and spoke slowly.

The figure who’d walked into the ancestral hall nodded slightly, then withdrew.

Feng Jiancun straightened his clothes, making sure there wasn’t a single wrinkle on his suit before turning to leave.

He stepped out of the ancestral hall and turned into a grand wooden building.

"Creak~"

The living room door was pushed open, and as the gap widened—

The interior appeared before his eyes.

The living room was styled like an ancient reception hall; directly opposite the main doors were two armchairs, with several rosewood chairs on either side.

Right now, a man was standing by one of the armchairs opposite, sipping tea.

Hearing movement, the man looked up at him, then set down his teacup.

"Clan Chief Feng, long time no see. How have you been lately?"

Scorpion asked after him with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

"Tap tap..."

Feng Jiancun didn’t rush to answer. He stepped in, swept his gaze around, frowned after one round, and finally fixed his eyes on the man’s face.

"Where’s Chen Erliang? Tell him to come see me."

This guy was just a lackey, and a lackey who’d been spun out and gone rogue after the organization collapsed... and he thinks he’s qualified to talk to him directly?

"Clan Chief Feng, don’t be upset. Brother Chen is dealing with a raw‑materials issue right now, he can’t get away. He asks for your understanding."

Scorpion stood up, speaking cheerfully.

Hearing that, Feng Jiancun let out a cold snort and strode toward the main seat.

He sat down to Scorpion’s side, took the tea his men had brewed, blew on it, staring at the faint ripples stirred up by the tea leaves in the cup.

Suddenly Feng Jiancun’s eyes hardened, locking onto the other man.

"What did you come to me for?"

Scorpion took a moment to organize his wording, then said slowly:

"The stamps are pretty much finished on the production side."

"According to Brother Chen’s idea... we can start selling this month. When the time comes, it’ll all depend on Clan Chief Feng’s capability."

The stamps are ready?

Feng Jiancun’s brows eased, his face giving nothing away as he nodded slightly.

"Fine, I’ve already made arrangements."

Seeing this, Scorpion, still sitting in his chair, spoke again:

"Clan Chief Feng, Brother Chen thinks that your side’s arrangements might be... a bit too conservative."

Conservative?

Feng Jiancun paused.

Before the stamps even went into production, he had already decided where he’d move the goods for them.

Where?

Naturally, those ’KTVs’, ’coffee shops’, ’nightclubs’ and all that chaos, the whole gray zone under Feng Village’s control.

Will it draw customers’ attention?

No. Most of the people who go to those places already love chasing thrills. For them, if they can trade health for a rush... they’d happily overdraw their health to the limit!

KTVs are still okay, but bars and nightclubs? Put it on the table and it’ll sell, guaranteed.

He’d find some bar girls first, then secretly arrange some people... there’s no way the stamps won’t move. The victims will get hooked without ever realizing it!

That’s a very steady plan.

And now the other side actually says he’s conservative...

"What does Chen Erliang mean by that?"

Feng Jiancun frowned and spoke in a low voice.

"The volume of goods is a bit large. Brother Chen thinks we can change the target group a little."

Scorpion spoke gently.

"For example, switch to those... younger ones."

The younger ones...

At the instant those words fell—

Feng Jiancun’s face went dark in a flash, like he’d been jabbed with a needle, his pupils tightening sharply.

"If you want to die, don’t drag me down with you!" he roared.

Younger ones?

Who counts as younger? Obviously the ones still taking tests and writing exam papers!

"Clan Chief Feng, Brother Chen and the others have done their homework."

Scorpion thought he was just afraid of exposure, so he immediately stood up to explain:

"Young people generally have a sense of crisis, and they like chasing ’niche’ stuff and thrills."

"They absolutely can’t resist the temptation of ’stamps’!"

"Compared to nightclubs... not only will they not get exposed, the customer base will spread exponentially!"

Take smoking, drinking, or betel nut as an example.

In school‑age years, lots of people only try those because they think it’s ’cool’, they’re ’itchy’, or ’curious’, and then they get used to it and addicted.

Some of them even share with friends, or brag about how ’cool’ they are.

Adults are the opposite—if an adult doesn’t already have those three habits, they basically won’t touch them later.

Plus, adults’ values are more solid; they know perfectly well what "stamps" really are!

"Get out!"

"I’ve already said, those people are off‑limits!"

Feng Jiancun reacted almost like a trauma trigger, snapping instantly, one sentence choking off whatever else the other man wanted to say.

"Have you lot grown bear guts or leopard gall!?"

"If you want to die, go die on your own, don’t pull me into it!"

As someone from Eastern Country, Feng Jiancun knew very clearly where the legal red line was.

He could mess with those rotten gamblers, and if he ran into young ones, he could let them play a few hands.