Qing Ge and Bo Gang are sworn enemies. If we fight here, our transaction market will be ruined.
I told Brother Leopard, "You handle Qing Ge's job, I'll take care of Bo Gang. Make him do what he's supposed to do, at least during the trading conference, don't make any rash moves."
I told Brother Leopard to go back and rest. He needs to manage the overall situation, and I can handle things here.
He suggested letting Da Kui stay, saying these days are critical and it's better to have more precautions.
After the lesson from Crown Prince's sneak attack, we had to be a hundred times more careful.
With Da Kui here, I feel much more at ease. I just dealt with Crown Prince. If he causes more trouble, we won't have time to clean up the mess.
Crown Prince never plays by the rules. I can't gamble on whether he'll come back for revenge.
After seeing Brother Leopard off, I returned to my office. Jing Lei was still busy with some tense calculations, the calculator spitting out strings of numbers.
I didn't disturb her. I sat on the sofa, exhausted. After a day like this, I was at my limit, but I dared not close my eyes. I feared some unexpected event might happen suddenly.
Just as I feared, as soon as my eyelids were about to touch, the phone rang.
I'm especially scared of the phone ringing now. Every time it rings, there's no good news.
I used to think people holding those big brick phones looked so cool, but now I realize people have become slaves, and the phone is the master.
I pressed the answer button. The voice on the other end said urgently, "Hurry to Da Shi Jie, someone is causing trouble!"
My first reaction was Crown Prince. Then I thought it unlikely. He wouldn't be so foolish as to smash an egg against a rock.
I grabbed the walkie-talkie and called the security captain, telling him to pick ten guards and come with me to Da Shi Jie.
Jing Lei put down what she was doing and quickly stood up, saying, "I'll drive you."
It was then I remembered Wen Siqiang was still hospitalized, so only Jing Lei could drive me.
I went downstairs with her. Ten guards were waiting for me in two vans below. I got into a car and they followed me to Da Shi Jie.
On the way, I called Da Kui, telling him to hurry back to the winery after dropping off Brother Leopard. If it was another diversion, it would be troublesome.
We really can't afford any more incidents.
Da Kui was already on his way back and would arrive in about ten minutes.
With Da Kui holding the fort, I could go and deal with the situation at Da Shi Jie with peace of mind.
When I arrived at Da Shi Jie, I didn't let Jing Lei get out of the car. I told her to park a bit further away and wait for me.
I entered the lobby with the ten guards.
The lobby was crowded with people, and it was hard to tell if they were guests or troublemakers.
The lobby manager saw me arrive with men and hurried over to tell me, "Manager Li, a group of people were selling drugs in the dance hall. I discovered them and stopped them. They were a gang, and not only did they beat us, but they also smashed a lot of things. We didn't have enough staff, so we had to call you for help."
I asked, "Where are they?"
I looked at the crowd. They seemed like onlookers, not the ones causing trouble.
The manager said, "They're drinking at the bar. A few of us dared not go up; we'd be beaten if we did."
I asked, "Where is Zhou Yingying?"
The manager said, "She was called away by a man wearing glasses and hasn't returned. I didn't let Manager Lan come down. If you didn't come, we wouldn't be able to handle them."
Most of the security guards had been transferred to the winery, and these ten-odd guards also had to look after the second and third floors, so they were indeed short-handed.
It was such a coincidence. They came looking for trouble when Zhou Yingying was absent? Could this be a setup by Zhou Yingying?
How could it be such a coincidence? They came when our security was weakest, and they brought so many people. It would be strange if there wasn't an inside job.
I parted the crowd and walked to the bar. Seven or eight burly men were occupying the bar. No wonder the manager said they couldn't beat them. With their physique, ordinary people would find it impossible to deal with them.
I said, "Who's the boss among you?"
One of them, with a crooked neck, glanced at me and asked with a sideways look, "Boss your ass! You looking to die?"
I went forward and punched him on the forehead, then threw a left hook to his neck. I said to him, "Didn't your mother teach you how to talk? Did you grow up eating shit in a dung heap?"
These people clearly weren't from our side. They had dark, shiny skin, high cheekbones, and large frames. They were the type who would fight like madmen.
That person was stunned by my sudden blow. The others moved to attack, but the guards I brought rushed forward, learning from my example, striking head-on first, giving them no chance to retaliate.
In an instant, these few people were scattered. I kicked the one who had sworn at me in the stomach and asked, "Tell me, who are you working for?"
The man, clutching his stomach, knelt on the ground, not saying a word.
I said, "Not talking, huh? Then you'll have a place to get your meals. Let the police take you away."
Upon hearing that I was going to call the police, the man quickly looked up and pleaded, "Please, don't call the police. We don't have identification. If we're caught by the police, we're finished."
There was a large area on the other side where such people lived. When borders were drawn, they were allocated to that side. They themselves did not admit to being Burmese, nor did Burma admit them, so they became stateless people.
A large portion of these people living in the cracks were involved in the cultivation and trafficking of drugs.
At that time, this region became the source of the world's drug production, and it took a great deal of effort from the international community to eradicate it completely.
This is a story for another time. At that moment, drugs were still at their peak in this area.
I said, "You come up with me, and we'll have a good talk."
I felt that there must be someone behind them pulling the strings. Even if they were just selling things at a nightclub, there was no need to bring so many people, and all of them were enforcers.
Seeing that I was willing to compromise, he quickly got up from the ground and followed me. I told the manager, "Keep an eye on them. If any of them dare to move, beat them to death, and I'll take responsibility."
They had all experienced my ruthless methods. These few people lowered their heads, not daring to move.
I took that person to Lan Ya's office, then backhanded him again and said, "Don't expect me to go easy on you. You can talk here or talk to the police. You choose."
He bowed and said very respectfully, "I'll talk here."
I asked, "I ask you, is this your first time here?"
He said, "Yes."
I asked, "Who told you about our place?"
He said, "Our boss told us. He gave me a map with your address marked."
I asked, "Who is your boss?"
He said, "His name is Wu Guodong. He's from our side."
Over there, Wu isn't a surname. This person is named Guodong. He's probably an elder, otherwise, he wouldn't have the surname Wu.
I asked, "What business does he do over there?"
When it came to their boss, this kid's face suddenly lit up, and he proudly said, "He has an army over there, casinos, hotels, and this too."
As he said this, he took out a packet of something and showed it to me.
I said, "Just this little bit in your hand is enough to keep you in jail for ten years. Your boss wouldn't send you here for no reason, would he?"
He said, "I don't know anything else. I was just a junior officer over there. We do whatever we're told by our superiors. How would we dare to ask? However, before we came out, the higher-ups specifically instructed me, saying that there aren't many security guards here and they wouldn't dare to provoke us."