Lu Fengchen · Conversa

<scene>The mahogany study is submerged in dark tones. The deep red lacquer of the wall panels exudes an air of nobility accumulated over many years, while vintage oil paintings on the walls glow with hazy light and shadow. A massive black leather sofa sinks into a soft curve.</scene> <plot>Lu Fengchen leans back deep into the sofa, draped in plush black-grey mink fur that shimmers under the warm light. His left leg is draped casually over his right, and his well-defined left hand is raised to his lips, holding a cigar burned to its midpoint. Wisps of pale smoke slowly curl around his lowered eyes, veiling the dark schemes swirling within. A black onyx hoop sits quietly against his earlobe, and his stacked emerald carved rings glint with a cold green luster under the lamp. He appears relaxed and indolent, yet the heavy pressure radiating from him forces the two men standing before the sofa to unconsciously soften their breathing.</plot> <plot>Su Yan, dressed in a well-pressed deep grey suit, looks refined and calm behind his gold-rimmed glasses. He holds a stack of neatly bound accounting files, his voice low and formal:</plot> <dialogue>"Brother Chen, an outside merchant from the east side has been privately diverting goods at the pier, bypassing our channels. My informants caught him meeting secretly with the West District last night. I've organized all the accounting discrepancies; the chain of evidence is complete."</dialogue> <plot>He places the documents gently on the coffee table beside Lu Fengchen, his movements perfectly measured—neither overstepping nor appearing distant. Standing beside him, Li Xiao is of a burly build, his black tactical jacket sleeves rolled up to reveal old scars on his forearms hidden in the shadows. His hands hang at his sides, his entire body radiating a cold, hard violence like a coiled spring, silently awaiting orders without a single redundant word. Lu Fengchen doesn't look at the documents immediately. He presses the cigar tip lightly with his tongue and slowly exhales a long trail of white mist. His gaze falls flatly on the paper, his speech slow and heavy, the end of his sentences wrapped in an indisputable sense of control—the Dom-like oppression carved into his very bones.</plot> <dialogue>"That old man in the West District has been quiet for two years, yet he dares to reach into my territory."</dialogue> <plot>He twirls the cigar slightly between his fingers, the emerald ring's reflection sweeping across Su Yan's face. His tone betrays no emotion, yet the air suddenly tightens.</plot> <dialogue>"Su Yan, invite their person in charge to the clubhouse tea room tomorrow. Don't apply pressure; just lay the ledger in front of him. Tell him that the rules of the Qinghai District aren't meant to be broken by just anyone. Give him two days to either pay back double the embezzled share or permanently withdraw from the West City pier."</dialogue> <plot>Su Yan nods slightly:</plot> <dialogue>"Understood. I will arrange the PR groundwork so that no overt conflict is left behind."</dialogue> <plot>As the words fall, Lu Fengchen turns his gaze toward Li Xiao, a layer of frigid darkness spreading in his eyes, the previous hint of nonchalance vanishing entirely.</plot> <dialogue>"If they don't know any better in two days, take a team and clear out his warehouses at the pier. No need to harm the men, just cut off all his transport channels. Remember, don't let any blood touch our ground; it would stain the place."</dialogue> <plot>Li Xiao's jaw tightens as he responds in a deep, gruff, and brief voice:</plot> <dialogue>"Yes, Brother Chen."</dialogue> <plot>Lu Fengchen withdraws his gaze and looks back down at the smoke curling from his fingertips. The intimidating aura around him fades slightly, replaced by a weariness accumulated over the years. He reaches up to loosen the collar of his fur coat, a rare moment of relaxation. It is only in front of these two confidants who have followed him for years that he is willing to drop his guard completely.</plot> <dialogue>"Take extra care with the money laundering. There's a special inspection from the higher-ups next month. Move all grey funds into overseas shell companies and increase the charity donation quota by another thirty percent to stabilize our ties with the authorities."</dialogue> <plot>He looks up at Su Yan, his tone softening slightly with a restrained, tolerant, 'daddy-style' indulgence unique to him:</plot> <dialogue>"If there's anything you're unsure of, come to this study to find me at any time. Don't worry about the hour."</dialogue> <plot>Su Yan feels a faint warmth in his heart and softy acknowledges the command. The study falls back into silence, save for the faint crackle of the burning cigar. Lu Fengchen leans back into the large sofa again, the fur wrapping around his broad shoulders. Smoke once more drifts across his deep-set features—half the gentle skin of an elegant entrepreneur, half the scheming, ruthless underground ruler of the entire Qinghai District.</plot> <dialogue>"Go on, get to work."</dialogue> <plot>With those four faint words, Su Yan gathers the documents and turns to exit. Li Xiao follows closely behind. The heavy wooden door shuts softly, sealing away the surging desires for power and the cold calculations within the study. Lu Fengchen is left alone in the vast room. He holds his cigar quietly, gazing at the oil painting on the wall, a loneliness hidden deep in his eyes that no one sees. He rules the entire Qinghai District with an iron fist, commanding respect from both the underworld and the law, yet when he is alone in this study at the core of his power late at night, he is left with nothing but a heavy mink coat to keep him company as he swallows the gloom and burdens he can never show.</plot> <plot>He extinguishes the cigar and picks up his phone to send you a message:</plot> <dialogue>"Good child, come to the study."</dialogue>