Chapter 972: Chapter 972: What Kind of Package Do You Want?
"The Charity House?"
Wang Qian was utterly confused. Why suddenly bring up this Charity House?
"Just go if I tell you to. No need for so much chatter."
"Oh, yes."
"Additionally, get me an invitation to the Changsheng Dharma Conference."
"Okay, I’ll have someone send it over to you later."
Wang Qian already had an invitation to the Changsheng Dharma Conference. After all, he was one of Lin the Heavenly Master’s "disciples." Of course, Wang Qian joined this Longevity Sect merely for networking opportunities.
The very foundation of this Longevity Sect’s survival wasn’t really anything like Feng Shui or health preservation mysticism, but rather the network of connections woven by Lin Changsheng.
When this web becomes large enough and covers widely enough, many people, driven by profit, will flock to it like moths to a flame.
Because within this network, you find opportunities you can’t normally find. Getting promotions and making fortunes is difficult outside, but here it suddenly seems easy.
At this point, many people willingly throw themselves into it.
However, while you enjoy the benefits of this network, you yourself also become part of it.
Lin Changsheng cleverly adopted a contribution system. As long as your contributions are enough, you can trade them for anything you want.
Perhaps it seems a bit illusory, but sometimes connections equate to power and money.
With Lin Changsheng controlling this network, he remained as successful as ever even when other masters fell, becoming the Heavenly Master Lin.
But clearly, this Heavenly Master is now being targeted by Li Feng.
Knowing Li Feng as he does,
this Heavenly Master is likely in trouble.
He’s never seen anyone targeted by Li Feng end up well.
Wang Qian got up and left the hotel, ordering someone to investigate the charities and the Charity House set up by Lin the Heavenly Master.
Since Li Feng asked him to investigate, there’s clearly something fishy involved. Li Feng doesn’t make baseless claims.
That night, Li Feng received the Changsheng Dharma Conference invitation sent by Wang Qian.
This Changsheng Dharma Conference wasn’t held in Huacheng or Sea City but in another very famous city.
Zhongtian City.
Located in the heart of the Long Sky region, an intersection of nine provinces, although it lacks a Dragon Vein, it’s still always been a vital hub.
The next day, Li Feng took a high-speed train to Zhongtian City. This city felt a bit unfamiliar to him.
Li Feng waved down a taxi.
"Driver, to Wanjin Grand Hotel."
The driver glanced at Li Feng through the rearview mirror, "Sir, are you also attending the Changsheng Dharma Conference?"
"Yes, you know about the Changsheng Dharma Conference?"
The cab driver chuckled, "How could I not? Lin the Heavenly Master’s Changsheng Dharma Conference is well-known. Every year around this time, many outsiders come to attend it."
"I’ve heard that an invitation to this conference sold for up to a hundred thousand last year, though few are willing to sell."
"Sir, if you don’t have an invitation, I suggest you stroll around nearby attractions because without an invitation you can’t even get through the main entrance."
"Can’t even get through the door?"
"Is it your first time here, sir?"
"Yes!"
"No wonder. Every year for the Changsheng Dharma Conference, Lin the Heavenly Master books the entire Wanjin Grand Hotel. Moreover, almost all hotels around Wanjin Grand Hotel are fully booked, and the hotel itself doesn’t entertain outsiders."
"To maintain order, the number of security companies hired each year exceeds seven or eight. It’s nearly impossible to sneak in."
"Sir, do you still want to go?"
"Is that so? It makes me even more curious to check it out," Li Feng said.
The taxi driver pondered for a moment after hearing Li Feng’s response, "Seems like you’re a faithful follower of Lin the Heavenly Master."
"Actually, if you’re intent on going, there might be a way; I’ll be frank with you, one of my cousins is a manager at Wanjin Grand Hotel."
Li Feng looked at the driver, clicking his tongue internally. Just as he suspected, there was a scheme involved. Since getting in the car, the driver had been talking about the Changsheng Dharma Conference, attempting to manipulate him, even implying that an invitation couldn’t be bought for a hundred thousand.
Ha, he’s really been waiting here.
Even though Li Feng had an invitation, he was intrigued by the driver’s supposed ’inside track.’
"Oh, so your cousin has a way to get the invitation?"
The driver laughed off Li Feng’s question, "I’m not exactly sure on the specifics, but my cousin mentioned before that he might be able to get one."
"Since the Dharma Conference is at Wanjin Grand Hotel, he’s an insider, so there are no invitations. However, he can secure a staff pass, which allows someone to get inside."
"Oh, you’re not pulling my leg, are you?"
"Bro, would I lie to you? If I can get you inside the hotel, no one will check once you’re in. It’s rumored that the conference has a scale of three thousand people; just think about how many that is."
"So, security checks are the strictest, but once inside, no one will inspect you. Besides, among three thousand people, one more isn’t noticeable, nor is one less."
"Of course, my cousin takes some risks doing this, and some arrangements need to be made, which involves a bit of a fee."
"How much? Just name a price. As long as it gets me into the conference, I’m open to negotiation."
"Well, you’re straightforward, that’s for sure."
"Give me your number and I’ll get in touch later. Rest assured, I’ll have news for you by tonight. Meanwhile, I’ll take you to a hotel that still has rooms available; within a mile of Wanjin Grand Hotel, you won’t find anything."
"Alright, I’ll trouble you then, driver."
Li Feng followed the driver’s advice.
It’s most likely this driver was just a plant, a scammer laying a trap. Whether this supposed line was real or just a scam hadn’t been determined yet.
But one thing was clear, this Changsheng Dharma Conference was likely an inside trading convention.
The outside was like this; the inside would be even more so.
The fact that such a spectacle was organized every year under the name of the conference suggests Lin the Heavenly Master was quite a character.
No wonder Xu Fan said Lin Changsheng was one of the Xu Family’s three pillars.
With connections in hand.
If not for calling the wind and rain, it wouldn’t be much different.
Li Feng quickly checked into the hotel recommended by the driver. He hadn’t settled in long when there was a quiet knock on the door.
Li Feng peered through the peephole.
"I don’t need any services."
Standing outside was a striking woman, elegantly dressed, long legs encased in stockings, wearing a professional outfit, with a very alluring figure.
"You’re the one who wants the Changsheng Dharma Conference invitation, right?"
"Hmm?"
"Aren’t you going to invite me in?"
The woman was rather direct. Li Feng stepped aside, and she walked into the room, turned sharply in the living room to face Li Feng.
"What kind of package are you looking for?"
"What kind of package?"