Chapter 47: Old Matters of Jianghu (2/3)

  Wang Yu touched the bandage on his head, and said with a bitter smile over the phone: "You'd better help me calculate it quickly, things have already happened. Xiao Xiao, this is like locking the stable door after the horse has bolted."

  Xie Xiao anxiously said: "What? Has something happened? Which hospital are you in? I'll go see you."

  "Living in a hospital, got hit on the head with a stick, bleeding a bit, can't be hospitalized." As for the pain all over his body, Wang Yu could still bear it, as long as no bones were broken.

  "Oh, I see. That's a relief. You didn't come to work today and several leaders are very angry, you need to be careful." Xie Xiaoxiao reminded him with concern.

  "Don't worry, go to work on time tomorrow."

  After hanging up the phone, Wang Yu found Du Zhong teasing a little girl.

  "Miss, do you have Mapo tofu?" Du Zhong asked seriously, frowning and holding the menu.

  The waitress blushed and shook her head: "Sorry sir, this is a Cantonese restaurant, we don't have Sichuan cuisine."

  "Can you have your chef make a special dish for me? I'll pay the price of stewed fish fins." Du Zhong continued.

  "Sorry, we really don't have any." The little girl couldn't bear being teased, raised her head and glared at him, clearly saying he was a bad guy.

  Wang Yu laughed after seeing this, and pushed Du Zhong: "Don't cheat the little girl, what's with the Mapo tofu? Get me two portions of black pepper beef, seven doneness is fine, plus truffle foie gras, royal caviar, and vegetable soup each."

  The waitress wrinkled her nose, with a few small freckles on her face, and had a somewhat cute aura. She stared at Wang Yu carefully. She found that this guy had an injury on his head, and he shouldn't be a good person, otherwise why would he deliberately make things difficult for himself? Ordering Sichuan cuisine is still reliable, although it's not the best, at least it belongs to Chinese food. You ordered Western food, are you here to cause trouble?

  "I came to work for the first time today, if there's anything that doesn't meet your expectations, please criticize me." Then the waitress plucked up her courage and handed out the menu again, "Please order, gentlemen!"

  She was originally a serious little girl, not like an experienced socialite who could joke around and stir up the atmosphere. Realizing this made Wang Yu and Du Zhong feel somewhat guilty, thinking that their teasing had gone too far earlier.

  "Let's order less dishes, I'll go outside to welcome Captain Ma. After all, he is an official, and we still have to rely on him in case something happens later. We should be more polite." With that, Du Zhong patted his butt and left.

  Wang Yu nodded, not being polite to him either. He randomly ordered a table of dishes, not choosing the right ones, but the expensive ones. Since the locals were used to eating Jiangsu and Zhejiang cuisine, which had light flavors, Cantonese cuisine could also be adapted to. Strong liquor was not suitable, so he ordered two bottles of white grape wine instead. The wine wasn't strong, making it possible to discuss some proper business.

  The formula for the Bo wine was just told to Du Zhong in the car, this kind of secret formula is passed down by word of mouth and will never be written on paper, let alone revealed to outsiders. The material mixing staff at the Bo Wine Factory is Du Zhong, who is indeed worried about leaking the secret formula. Wang Yu only gave him a few key points and the adjustment plan for the formula, which made Du Zhong suddenly enlightened.

  Du Zhong didn't understand pharmacology, but he knew the taste combinations of several common medicinal materials. After solving this matter, he could happily invite guests to dinner and flirt with young girls.

  Inviting Ma Haitao is mainly because Wang Yu wants to introduce some official connections to Du Zhong, so that he can take care of him in the future. Boju Wine Factory has 10% of his shares, helping Du Zhong is equivalent to helping himself.

  "Sir, would you like to have the dishes served now?" Not long after, the waitress came to ask again.

  Wang Yu saw that the waitress's face was still red and teased: "So shy, how did you get a job here?"

  "The salary offered here is high." The waitress said matter-of-factly, "Except for wearing strange clothes, the work is the same as other large restaurants, but the salary is twice as high."

  Wang Yu glanced at the waitress with a curved waist and asked, "Is there any higher-paying job? Want to do it?"

  "As long as it's a proper job, I'll do it; if it's not a proper job, I won't do it." The waitress said with conviction, but while speaking, she straightened her back and covered her chest.

  "You can't stay like this for long." Wang Yu didn't want to make things difficult for her, so he waved his hand and told him to leave: "Go serve the dishes, my friend should be arriving soon."

  Just then, Du Zhong led Ma Haitao into the private room. Although they had only met once, they were already enthusiastic like old friends. Years of social experience weren't for nothing. Wang Yu looked on with a mix of emotions.

  Just as they were having dinner, in an ordinary residential house in Beiqu District of Linjiang City, a family was also having dinner.

  An ordinary house, an old-fashioned two-story building with a lush garden on the upper floor. In the center of the dining room, at the head of the pear wood long table, sat the respected elder, dressed in traditional white Chinese attire.

  The old man had a ruddy complexion, white beard, and a kind face, just like a neighbor's grandfather. He would take a sip of water after every bite of food. The ten or so people sitting below him were all wearing black suits, the oldest being around 50-60 years old, while the youngest was only 17-18 years old. There was complete silence during dinner, with no one uttering a word.

  Suddenly, the door of the restaurant was kicked open and a wild girl in leather clothes, leopard-print stockings and long boots rushed in. Her long legs were as agile as a deer's, and she ran to the old man's side in just a few strides.

  "Grandpa, someone wants to kill him, why don't you do something? Are you still eating here? How can you eat?" The girl hugged the old man's arm and shook it insistently.

  "The sky is going to rain, the mother is going to marry. If you want to kill, just kill him, he's not my grandson, why can't I eat?" The old man was as calm as Mount Tai, but put down his chopsticks and patted the girl's hand, "Rong'er, don't stare at him all day, take responsibility for your own life. Even if he didn't have that butterfly, you two are not people of the same world."

  "Oh no, Grandpa, where did you go? He saved our lives back then. Based on this alone, what's wrong with us helping him?" The girl stomped her feet anxiously.

  A young man eating next to them couldn't help but interrupt: "Miss Rong, we've handled so many troubles for him over the years. Even if he has some kindness towards us, it's time to repay it. If you ask me, since he likes causing trouble outside, let him face the consequences alone..."

  Bang!

  The young man hadn't finished speaking when he was slapped to the ground by the girl.

  "Shut up! Is that all you can say? Get out!" The girl's eyebrows were raised in anger, like a small angry lion.

  The young man who fell to the ground was not angry, but shocked, and then stared foolishly at Tang Shan's old man, watching how he would deal with it.

  The old man didn't say a word, but stood up, and the scene was so quiet that only breathing sounds could be heard.

  He lifted his shirt, revealing a scar above his belly button that was about the length of a ruler. Next to it were six small holes from dagger wounds. He said to the young man on the ground: "Years ago, I was ambushed by my enemies and stabbed in the stomach so badly that my intestines spilled out. He carried me on his back for five streets and protected our young daughter Rong'er. In that battle, more than a dozen of his brothers died, and those who survived left Linjiang. What I owe him may be enough to repay, but what I owe his brothers is far from being repaid. No matter how I treat him, it's not for you to interfere."

  "A Zhong, take him out. From now on, there's no place for him at the dinner table. Let's pick another young and promising kid to come in." The old man waved his hand, shooing away the young man on the ground like a fly.

  The old man sitting on the left side of the elderly responded with a sound, like a gust of wind, walked to the young man's side, and lifted the pale-faced young man out like a small chicken.

  Over 100 catties of weight is like a toy in Ah Zhong's hands.

  "Loyal, Uncle Loyal, don't drive me out...!" Only when they reached the outer yard did the young man finally wake up with a start and kneel down to beg for mercy.

  "Uncle Zhong shook his head and said, "The Ninth Master hates those who are disloyal and unrighteous the most. You know this too well. In the past, he was betrayed by his own brothers, and Wang Yu protected him and his family at the cost of twenty-odd lives of his own brothers. He himself suffered seventeen knife wounds and almost died after being hospitalized for over a dozen days. The Ninth Master's son and daughter-in-law also lost their lives in that chaotic battle. If there is one thing that the Ninth Master regrets, it is this. You have committed a taboo, what a pity! From now on, behave well and you will still have opportunities to make amends. Don't think of betraying him again; at that time, even if you were a god, you would not be able to save yourself."

  "I dare not, absolutely dare not! I know I was wrong." The young man knelt on the ground, continuously kowtowing.

  A few ordinary-looking men and women walked out of the woods, saw Ah Zhong, nodded slightly, then glared at the young man on the ground with a warning look, before disappearing into the woods again.

  After dinner, Du Zhong and Ma Haitao went upstairs to rest. When it was time to leave, Wang Yu made an excuse to go back, and the two of them were laughed at for half a day because of this.

  "Du Zhong that old lecher actually has a silver membership card for Ting Yu Xuan, and he says he rarely comes to consume at Ting Yu Xuan. He's really good at pretending. When that guy upgrades to a gold membership card, I'll go to the top floor to be decadent again."

  Wang Yu thought to himself, drunk and hazy, hailed a taxi, opened the door and sat in the back seat, saying: "Get off at Qinglian Street intersection."

  When I looked up, I saw that the driver was a young man wearing a baseball cap. I couldn't help but laugh and say: "You're still wearing a hat while driving at night, aren't you feeling hot?"

  The driver smiled and said: "Hehe, got used to it."