“Yeah, right........”
“Da da da....”
Hearing Ah Bao say this, Chen Dong nodded in agreement. Although he hadn't had much contact with the old geezer, Hong Tai, he was over fifty, and there was a big generation gap between him and these young guys. However, he had met him twice before with Uncle Tong, and seeing how he was constantly sucking up to Uncle Tong, he knew roughly what kind of person the old geezer was.
To put it plainly, he was a good-for-nothing who had nothing but a gang name to his name, and he spent his days leeching off the organization. Being sleazy and greedy was his character, and being a bully to the weak was his trademark. It would be impossible to get the old geezer to lead a charge, even if his own subordinate had slept with his wife. You could have many wives, but you only had one life...
“So, the old geezer might have gotten away with some things, but his son is pretty arrogant, right? He's a real sleaze too, and he's always going to the old geezer's place to play around. We can't do anything about the old geezer, but we can definitely target this Hong Tai's son. Find a pretty young brother, dress him up like a rich kid, and wait for the son to show up at the old geezer's place. When he does, have him steal the son's girl. They're all young guys, so a fight is bound to happen. And when they fight, it's perfectly reasonable for someone to get a fatal blow to the head... ”
After thinking for a while, Chen Dong's eyes lit up as he finished his idea and gave Ah Bao a “You know what I mean” look.
He had a clear impression of this son of Hong Tai. He was known for being arrogant, relying on the fact that his father was the big boss of Hong Tai, and that he was going to be the next one in line. He was so arrogant that you'd think he was the next leader of the Hung Hing. A lot of people only put up with him for the sake of his dad, Hong Tai's eyebrow, or Mei Shu, as they called him. As long as he didn't go too far, nobody bothered with him. Although Hong Tai didn't have much power, Mei Shu was an old hand at the game, and he had a lot of prestige in the underworld. They say he even played mahjong with Hung Hing's Chiang Chen, and that's pretty impressive. He's the same level as Uncle Deng.
Because his father is so high up, this Hong Tai's son had no fear. If his girl was stolen and he was hit in the head, wouldn't he come charging with his people?
“Boss, you're getting even more cunning. I'll go do it right now!”
Ah Bao's eyes lit up at this plan. He gave a similar sleazy smile and said, “I'll go pick someone out.”
This time, he wanted to pick the guy himself. After all, playing a love game is different from playing a fight scene. You need more than just wit, you also need someone who looks pretty and tender.
..........
“Boss, I beg you to find a stable woman. What's the point of two big guys going shopping?”
“What are you looking at? Never seen a handsome guy before?”
The next morning, Ah Bao, still half-asleep, squinted at the world with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He followed behind Chen Dong, grumbling as he walked.
Yesterday, after coming up with the plan, he was so excited that he went to Jimmy's place to practice. Maybe he had been slacking off after the recent worry about Ba Bi, but being back on the field had him hyped. He practiced all the way into the next morning. He had only just gone to sleep when his boss called him over and over again to go shopping. As he walked, he saw the strange looks from passers-by, and he raised his fist, showing off the two scars on his chest, and threatened them in a menacing tone.
“...Is your boss the kind of man who would give up an entire forest for one tree? You rode a few horses last night and that's how you look now? Careful you don't die in some woman's bed one day. Come on, we're just going shopping, stop being so fussy.”
Tomorrow was the birthday of the “Deathly Scissor Legs,” his wife, and also his aunt. Although he had been transmigrated three years ago and had no feelings for this so-called aunt, he had taken over the nest, and the original owner had been raised by her, so he needed to acknowledge that. He was going shopping to buy her a birthday present, and he remembered that the “Deathly Scissor Legs” had a daughter who was a year younger than him, his...cousin. Of course, he had to get gifts for both of them. However, as a diehard otaku, he knew what kind of presents to get for a middle-aged woman. It was all about finding the most expensive things. But he had never bought a gift for a girl in his 20 years, so he wanted this punk to give him some suggestions. However, when he looked sideways at the punk, he saw a bunch of dark circles under his eyes, the same as a flower, and he was dragging his feet. No wonder he was so conspicuous. People who didn't know him would think he had been sleepwalking.
“Bao Ge, I think you have a dark face and your steps are floating. Did you encounter a dirty spirit last night? Do you want me to take a look at you?”
At that moment, a fortune-teller, a bald old man who had just set up his stall, walked up to Ah Bao and said solemnly, as if he really meant it.
“Yeah, I ran into a bunch of ghosts, all female! Fortune-teller, you haven't paid your stall fee for two months. Why don't you take a look at yourself and see when you'll become rich and prosperous?”
Ah Bao glared at the bald fortune-teller.
Ah Bao was famous on this street. It was his territory. Despite being a tough guy, he was a highly skilled gofer. However, he had a bit of a hero complex. When he collected protection fees, if he encountered small vendors who couldn't afford to pay, he wouldn't make things too difficult for them. After all, their main clients were the owners of high-end clubs, and these small vendors didn't bring in much money anyway. Besides, these small vendors had gotten to know Ah Bao, and they discovered that he wasn't a vicious thug. They would sometimes chat and joke with him. So when the bald fortune-teller saw Ah Bao's fierce look, he dared to approach him and talk to him.
“You're good at chopping people up, but you don't understand our Taoist ways. As the saying goes, 'A doctor can't cure himself', so how can you tell your own fortune? That's shortening your life!”
The bald fortune-teller shook his head and said with a serious expression.
“Too lazy to deal with you. If you don't pay next month, I'll chase you away.”
Ah Bao dismissively waved his hand and turned to leave.
The bald fortune-teller didn't take it seriously. He had heard these words countless times. Every time, he had been terrified, but then he discovered that this Bao Ge would forget about it the next day.....
“I heard this fortune-teller has a daughter who's in high school. She's pretty. You've been dragging his stall fee for two months, punk. You wouldn't be after his daughter, would you?”
After they walked a distance, Chen Dong looked down on the punk behind him, who was still half-asleep, and said with disdain. Three years, minimum! Punk!
“Pick! Boss, seriously, I've been with you for almost ten years, since I was twelve. You know my taste. Shu Juan is okay, but she's too young. She's not my type. I just felt sorry for the old guy, he's alone and raising his daughter with fortune-telling. He can't make a fortune from that stall fee. Back then, my mom was like him. She worked night markets every day to raise me. She wanted me to study hard and become a lawyer, a doctor, or something. But I wasn't cut out for that... ”
Ah Bao scoffed, but there was a hint of sadness in his voice.