Chapter 12: The Invitation to Cheng Tower

The next day, the city skyline gleamed under the midday sun. Towering skyscrapers stood like monuments of wealth and power, none more imposing than Cheng Tower. Its sleek glass façade reflected the sky, a symbol of dominance in the business world.

Zhao Feng stood at the entrance, dressed in a tailored charcoal-black suit. The system had generously suggested his outfit — a subtle yet commanding choice. The diamond Rolex still gleamed on his wrist, a reminder of just how far he'd come.

Ding!

[Mission Reminder: Attend the Meeting with the Cheng Consortium.]

[Time Remaining: 1 Hour]

"Time to see what the Cheng family wants," Zhao Feng murmured.

As he stepped inside, the pristine marble floors and golden chandeliers reflected the sheer extravagance of the building. Uniformed staff greeted him with polite bows, but their eyes lingered, clearly recognizing him. News of his triumph over Luo Shao had spread like wildfire.

"Mr. Zhao Feng," a soft, refined voice called out.

Zhao Feng turned to see a young woman in a sleek business suit approaching. Her elegant demeanor was matched only by her sharp gaze.

"I'm Cheng Xin, the chairman's assistant. The chairman is expecting you," she said with a polite nod.

Zhao Feng followed her, his curiosity growing. The system had yet to give him any additional information, meaning this meeting could turn in countless directions.

They entered a private elevator, and Cheng Xin pressed the button for the **88th floor**. The smooth ascent was silent, save for the faint hum of the machinery.

"You've certainly caught the chairman's attention," Cheng Xin remarked. "Not many people do."

"I tend to have that effect," Zhao Feng replied with a confident smirk.

She arched a brow, clearly intrigued. "We'll see if that confidence lasts."

The doors slid open, revealing a lavish office space that spanned the entire floor. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the city below. Dark mahogany furniture and leather chairs radiated authority, but it was the man standing at the bar that truly commanded the room.

Cheng Tianlong.

The chairman of the Cheng Consortium. His salt-and-pepper hair and chiseled features bore the marks of a man who had conquered the business world. A sharp, assessing gaze met Zhao Feng's as he approached.

"Zhao Feng," Cheng Tianlong's voice rumbled. "Welcome."

"Chairman Cheng," Zhao Feng greeted, extending a hand. Their handshake was firm — a silent test of presence and resolve.

"Have a seat," Cheng Tianlong gestured, taking his place at a leather armchair across from Zhao Feng. Cheng Xin stood nearby, observing with unwavering focus.

"I've heard a lot about you," the chairman began. "Your… performance at the Qinghe Gala was quite something."

Zhao Feng's smirk didn't waver. "I only took what was already mine."

"Good." Cheng Tianlong's eyes gleamed with approval. "Confidence without arrogance. That's rare."

He poured a glass of aged whiskey, placing it on the table before Zhao Feng. "But I'm not a man who wastes time on pleasantries. The Cheng Consortium has built its empire through strength, decisiveness, and alliances."

"And you think I can be one of those alliances?" Zhao Feng guessed.

Cheng Tianlong chuckled. "Exactly. You've made waves, Zhao Feng. You humiliated Luo Shao, the son of a powerful family, and gained the attention of people far beyond that ballroom. The world is watching."

Zhao Feng's expression remained composed. "And what is it that you want from me, Chairman Cheng?"

"Simple," Cheng Tianlong leaned forward, his voice low. "Power attracts power. I want to see if you're truly worth the reputation you're building. I'm offering you a partnership — an opportunity to expand your influence, but with it comes responsibility."

Ding!

[New Mission: Consider the Partnership with Cheng Consortium.]

[Choices Available:]

1. Accept the Partnership — Gain instant access to powerful resources and connections.

2. Negotiate Better Terms — Riskier, but could lead to greater rewards.

3. Decline the Partnership — Forge your own path, free from corporate influence.

The decision lay before him. One path could secure unimaginable power, while another might test his independence. But Zhao Feng knew one thing for sure — whatever choice he made, the world wouldn't be ready for what came next.

"So, Zhao Feng," Cheng Tianlong's voice echoed. "What will it be?"