Chapter 137: What A Simple Matter (Second Update)

  "Alright, 80 million, interest is 30 million." Zhang Shidong rolled his eyes and thought to himself that Du Yuan was really lucky.

  The woman didn't bat an eyelid, directly took out a checkbook from her small bag, signed a check for 110 million and threw it at the virus: "Can I take them away now?"

  The virus handed over the check, untied Du Yuan, and patted his butt with his palm: "Handsome guy, I'll find you again next time."

  Du Yuan's venomous gaze turned back to Jiang Xueyu, he wished that everything that had happened hadn't happened, and his heart was completely dead at this moment, no longer holding any hope for Jiang Xueyu.

  "What about them?"

  "It's on the house."

  The virus looked at Zhang Shidong with a pitiful expression, as if to say "I'm so poor and didn't get anything". Zhang Shidong glared at him: "What's wrong, isn't it enough that our boss of the tens of billions worth Da Tang Group played with you for a whole night?"

  The virus puckered up its mouth and transformed into a lovely little girl. This appearance still makes me feel sorry for her. If a big, burly man were to make this face, it would only evoke disgust and no other reaction.

  The woman helped Du Yuan up, gave Zhang Shidong a fierce stare, and entered the elevator. The four bodyguards who were easily subdued by the virus now had their arms dislocated, and they followed into the elevator with a grey face, not daring to make a sound.

  Jiang Xue furrowed her brow: "That woman is the only daughter of Yongfa Real Estate's chairman, she's arrogant and spoiled, not easy to mess with..." As she said this, she thought about the person in front of her who wasn't afraid of rich people at all, and could only shake her head: "If you don't get yourself into a situation where you're being attacked from all sides, is it because you think life is too easy?"

  Zhang Shidong picked up a wet towel beside him and wiped his hands, then raised his legs and said, "Do you think if I don't mess with him, he will be friends with me or not stab me in the back?"

  Jiang Xue's words were stuck in her throat. The truth is that it's always like this: whoever takes the initiative to attack first will inevitably give people a bad impression and, in some sense, be at a moral disadvantage. This has been the case for 5,000 years of culture. If you don't take action, even if you're wrong, taking action will only lead to more criticism and possibly being attacked by others or accused of being too arrogant.

  "Now. Don't you feel that the buzzing in your ears has stopped, and it's clear?" Zhang Shidong asked again, Jiang Xueyu felt the same way, and could only secretly apologize to Du Yuan in her heart, but in the face of freedom, a little bit of righteousness and guilt seemed not very important.

  Zhang Shidong threw the check at the virus: "Donate half of it, and put the rest in the training base. We can start construction there."

  The virus received the check with a grievance, when everyone was disgusted and wondered where this guy came from. The virus looked around and started looking for targets. Men began to feel sick and those who could bear it avoided his gaze, while those who couldn't rushed to get up and leave. A small number of people who knew the woman who had previously swindled 110 million yuan were waiting to see the excitement, as Yongfa Real Estate has a good relationship with many leaders in the city, and there will definitely be a show soon.

  They were bound to be disappointed, for parked downstairs was the No. 1 car of Beihai Province. Who would have thought that the dying driver, Tang Zhongle, dared to stuff him into the trunk? Dared to drive away after sending Ai Yuejin in to participate in the investigation.

  Cars are a symbol of status. License plate numbers are a symbol of social standing.

  Two police cars just drove over, the car hadn't even stopped yet, when a deputy commander in charge of security from the district waved his hand to signal the driver to leave. In his heart, he cursed that kid's good luck, and at the same time had some doubts - how did Secretary Ai's car end up here?

  The answer was revealed more than half an hour later. Soon, the news came out that the dead pervert who had taken action earlier was driving Secretary Ai's car.

  Du Yuan received the news and spat out a mouthful of blood. He almost fainted from rage, his heart burning with anger that he couldn't hold back. As he passed out, the only thought swirling in his mind was: "I'll kill you sooner or later, I'll kill you sooner or later."

  As Zhang Shidong said, since we will be enemies sooner or later, I don't have the energy to engage in idle chatter with you, being insincere and plotting against each other. Let me tell you straight out: if you want to come at me, I welcome it; otherwise, get lost!

  In the revolving restaurant, Zhang Shidong let out a satisfied burp and looked at Tang Zhongle standing obediently beside him. It was hard to imagine that just a few months ago, Tang Zhongle, the boss of Ice City, had such a glorious image, which completely couldn't be superimposed on his current self. Even his appearance had changed due to the change in aura, creating an illusion. If you put an active figure from the business circle of Ice City here now, he would definitely not recognize Tang Zhongle.

  He handed a cigarette to Tang Zhongle and threw one at him. After lighting it up, Zhang Shidong said: "I can let you and your brother live, don't think that Deng Jiutian can do anything to you, he can't even save himself. As for me, I'm the kind of person who will be as despicable as possible when dealing with enemies, and I'm not afraid of you knowing. Yesterday, Secretary Ai was ambushed, and I can control the direction of the investigation into this matter. If I pin this crime on Deng Peimin and his son Deng Jiutian, what do you think their outcome will be?"

  Tang Zhongle shook his head: "This is impossible, no one will believe it."

  Zhang Shidong revealed a sly smile: "Believe it or not is unimportant, what's important is that we need to solve the problem as soon as possible now. The top needs a way to calm things down, and although Deng Peimin has risen to a high position, this isn't a difficult task for me."

  Tang Zhongle bit the cigarette butt and took a big drag: "Since you can do it, what else do I need to do? This waste of me at most is just helping you deal with those two father and son."

  "I like chatting with smart people, it will prompt me not to fall behind and learn from you pseudo-intellectuals."

  Tang Zhongle faced Zhang Shidong's sarcasm without any reaction.

  Zhang Shidong continued: "With you, I'm a bit more relaxed. I don't need to take a moral stance, but my dad's side needs it. Do you understand what I mean? The condition for the exchange is that you bring out the assets you've been hiding. I'll let you keep some of them, and go live in Africa. The money I'll let you keep will be enough for you to live like a local emperor there."

  Tang Zhongle sneered: "I wish I had known you earlier, I like making friends with real little people. In the end, it's all about the money between us brothers. Actually, you still underestimated me, death is not as scary as imagined. We brothers have done many things that harm others without benefiting ourselves, let the money slowly turn to dust in the long river of time. You can hit me and insult me at will, we brothers have never had the power to fight back in front of you, but in the end, we must let you see our abilities, otherwise, after a few years, you won't even remember that we existed."

  Zhang Shidong patted his hand, if it were in a different place and time to get to know the Tang brothers, maybe they could have become friends. The bravery deep down is worthy of respect, fear and cowardice are not the same thing, cowardice is the behavior of not being able to hold on to one's bottom line. Obviously, Tang Zhongle has a bottom line, and he also believes that Tang Zhongyu has a bottom line.

  "Norwegian Chester Farm."

  Chateau Margaux

  "Singapore Hua Wei Department Store."

  Cataract Gorge Reserve in Launceston, Australia

  As Zhang Shidong spat out a few addresses, Tang Zhongle's expression changed from calm to collapse, his eyes filled with disbelief, shaking his head: "Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible, Xiaoyu would never say that."

  Zhang Shidong's fingers lightly tapped on the table: "You have something he doesn't know about. Believe it or not, I can make you say it yourself."

  Tang Zhong's eyes sank, and he was suddenly shocked. His eyes were filled with a look of horror: "Cui Mian, you hypnotized Xiao Yu!"

  Zhang Shidong spread his hands out and let Tang Zhongle look at his palms. Suddenly, he withdrew them, and a cold sweat appeared on Tang Zhongle's forehead as he shook his head, still refusing to believe.

  "Let's go." Zhang Shidong had a way of dealing with stubborn people.

  "Sorry sir, according to the rules, you have too much leftover food." A man who looked like a manager walked over, carefully and nervously saying to Zhang Shidong.

  Not high-end but not low-end either, Zhang Shidong has already made a scene twice, and this manager is also coming over with a stiff upper lip. There's too much leftover food on the table, otherwise he would have endured it.

  Zhang Shidong smiled and said, "Oh, I see. If you haven't finished eating, how will you deal with it?"

  The manager hesitated for a moment: "You've left too much, according to the rules, you need to pay a fine or finish all the food."

  Zhang Shidong: "Why didn't you just say so earlier? It's such a simple matter."

  Boom!

  Tang Zhongle's head was pressed down hard by Zhang Shidong and smashed onto the table, right onto the unfinished honey-glazed pig trotters. His bones and face collided, with the greasy sauce sticking to his face.

  With a flip of his hand, Tang Zhongle's face was facing upwards, and the fresh blood spraying out of his nose mixed with the soup and oil. Zhang Shidong took over the hot towel handed over by the virus, grabbed the pig's trotter, and stuffed it into Tang Zhongle's mouth.

  From pig trotters to cakes and then to small dishes, they were constantly stuffed into Tang Zhongle's mouth, pressing against his lips, watching him swallow hard all kinds of food.

  Tang Zhongle struggled, his face red and his ears swollen, his whole body choking with his feet kicking straight down.

  "Can we go now?"

  "Okay, okay"

  "Virus, compensate for the table, we are civilized people, can't do anything unreasonable."

  The virus threw a stack of money on the table, with two or three thousand yuan, and the surrounding customers saw them leave, hurriedly turned their heads to continue eating their own food. After hearing Zhang Shidong's last sentence, they all secretly despised him, thinking: "Brother, you're so arrogant, is there still such an arrogant person in this world?"

  The virus took Tang Zhongle from Zhang Shidong's hands and walked straight to the stairs. Zhang Shidong and Jiang Xueyu took the elevator to the next floor, pushed open the window on the stairs, and amidst the howling wind, Jiang Xueyu faintly heard the virus threatening Tang Zhongle.

  First, vomit appeared in mid-air, then came Tang Zhong's hoarse roar: "Come on, come on!"

  Jiang Xueyu's eyes widened, her heartbeat stopped for a few seconds, and she stared at everything in front of her. She covered her chest with her hand and took two steps back, leaning against the staircase railing.

  "Ah!"

  The virus above let go, and at a distance of two or three meters, this sound didn't stop. Zhang Shidong's feet were hooked on the walls on both sides of the window, his body leaned out, his right hand stretched out, and he grabbed Tang Zhongle's ankle in mid-air.

  He's finished, he's done for, Tang Zhongle is completely screwed.