"How long will this take?" Ding Chuanjun asked impatiently. He wanted to know something; it was crucial to his future life.
Aunt shook her head. "I don't know. I'll try to hurry. You need to learn this lesson. If you keep going like this, I can't help you. I can barely save myself now. Oh, I've already offended Second Aunt by giving you the money. If I continue to help you, it'll be a big problem."
"Hey, that Zhao An is such a jerk! We're relatives, why won't he help?" Ding Chuanjun was a little annoyed. A typical relative who wants to get something for free.
"Don't say that. He has his own difficulties. Let's talk about it later." Aunt said, and then she left. She didn't want to see her son. She didn't ask if he had lied to her before. It was meaningless now. After all, the money had already been given, and he had done his best.
At the other table, Bao Xiong hadn't left yet. He was chatting with another fat man, seemingly discussing something. "Meat-faced Flying Dragon, haha, that's a really fitting name. Meat-faced Flying Dragon, what do you think of what I said earlier?" Bao Xiong took a drink from his glass, cradling a heavily made-up woman in his arms. She looked familiar. Wasn't she Ding Chuanjun's prostitute girlfriend?
Bao Xiong's actions looked a bit like those of a landowner. But seriously, he was a man who slept with both men and women, a bit of a pervert. He played with prostitutes and men alike. It was him who had previously raped Xiang Hu.
Meat-faced Flying Dragon was a local tyrant with many subordinates, but he had been facing major problems recently and was facing a business restructuring. "I've thought it through. Since you say yes, then it's fine. Don't lie to me, or I won't let you go!"
"Haha, this is my first major intermediary deal, and I definitely won't cheat you. Tomorrow is the opening of the food delivery platform, and you'll see what the situation is like then. I simply don't have enough people right now; there are so many areas that need people. I can't just expand my staff. These are the times where quality is paramount. Even thugs need basic qualities; they can't ruin our own jobs." Bao Xiong spoke with some eloquence, as if his time with Zhao An had elevated him somewhat.
"Okay, let me know when the time comes, and I'll definitely be there. Old Bear, business is tough these days. With the advancement of technology, our industry is going to be eliminated," Rou Long complained.
"That's not the case. It's just that the bar isn't doing well. Once this deal stabilizes, I'll make a series of changes to the bar, and by then, I'll definitely be able to make a lot of money again." Bao Xiong was talking about information leaked by Zhao An. He didn't know the details, but he knew one thing: by following Zhao An, he could make a killing.
The two sides had almost finished their talks, and Ding Chuanjun returned to the banquet, only to find his girlfriend in the arms of a tall, bald, muscular man. His hand had even reached her bra. This was really too much, being done in public!
"Hey! What are you doing!" Ding Chuanjun roared, his head boiling with anger. A surge of rage shot from his feet to his head. The rage of being cuckolded was unbearable for any man.
Bang! Ding Chuanjun had just stepped forward when a man punched him, knocking him to the ground. He was then picked up again, feeling a little dizzy.
Bao Xiong looked at Rou Long and said, "Is he one of yours?"
Rou Long looked and shook his head. "I don't know him. I don't know where he came from."
Ding Du followed behind Xiang Hu. Xiang Hu had no status at all and could only stand at the back. Seeing his son in trouble, he immediately said, "Brother Hu, that's my son. Please help. Please, save my son!"
"Save? How can we save him? We can't even save ourselves?" Xiang Hu snorted angrily. He felt that Ding Du was a jinx, bringing him all the bad luck and misfortune.
"Brother Hu, this is not good. This is my son, my only son. Please help me," Ding Du pleaded. He still had some patriarchal tendencies. Rural people only relied on this one son.
"Help me, I can't help you," Xiang Hu snorted. He was already fuming. His newlywed wife had cheated on him on their wedding day, walked through the ceremony with her lover's semen in her mouth, and wouldn't even let him touch her hand the entire time. He was practically sickened.
Ding Chuanjun's eyes were swollen from being beaten. He was carried to Bao Xiong and watched him hug his girlfriend, who lay coyly in his arms, her breasts squeezed out of shape.
"You're such a cocky brat, aren't you? I'll get the woman I want to play with. Whose are you with?" Bao Xiong was unceremonious, a mere minion.
"I'm with Xiang Hu. Brother Hu is my boss!" Ding Chuanjun roared in desperation, trying to use Xiang Hu as a shield.
Rou Long and Bao Xiong exchanged glances, then burst into laughter, tears streaming down their cheeks. They seemed to have heard something hilarious. It was hilarious, practically making their balls hurt.
"Brother Hu? Hahaha, who told you to yell like that? Hey, Xiang Hu, come out! Someone's calling you!" a burly man shouted behind him. He was Xiang Hu's eldest brother, and his eldest brother's eldest brother was Rou Long. They were so close, he didn't even dare call Rou Long "Brother." How dare a little brother act so arrogant?
Xiang Hu was furious and glared at Ding Du. "Come with me! Your son's got me killed."
The two men arrived, but Bao Xiong said, "I think we should talk in the room. It wouldn't be good to talk in public."
The group moved into the apartment, Rou Long's territory. Outside, his younger brothers were watching and guarding the place.
On the way, Bao Xiong called Zhao An for advice. Since the people involved were Zhao An's uncle and cousin, technically they were relatives, he had to ask his boss what he meant.
Zhao An said calmly, "Don't worry about my opinion. Just do what you think."