121: Chapter 120: The Charm of Song Yun 121: Chapter 120: The Charm of Song Yun “Yeah, things are gonna get a lot tougher from here on out,” Wang Hu said, lighting a cigarette and leaning back in his chair with a sigh.
“Yeah, sometimes nothing comes your way, and other times, problems pile on one after another,” Song Yun replied, legs propped up on the conference table.
“Money’s hard to make, shit’s hard to eat; in today’s society, if you want to make money, you can’t afford not to be tough on yourself.”
“True that.
Our line of work brings in money fast, and we strut around looking all grand, but who knows the hardships we endure?” Wang Hu said.
“When you’re small-time, you’ve got no income; when you’re big-time, you have to be on guard for traps all day, every day.
Even going out for fun requires a look around to avoid setups.
Having fun with this stuff, it’s a skill—requiring not just brute force but also a clear head.”
“Hahaha, have you gotten past the age where your blood runs hot?” Song Yun laughed.
“Way past.
If it weren’t for you lending me a hand, I might’ve drifted through life clueless, then died frustrated, thinking back at how damn stifling it all was,” Wang Hu said.
“Don’t worry; I won’t make you eat cold rice.
I don’t have a habit of killing the donkey once it’s out of the mill, you know that.
And you’re right, to survive in this game, we need a clear head, otherwise we’ll be smacked dead onto the shore by the towering waves,” Song Yun said nonchalantly.
“Boss, I think you’re extraordinarily capable, seriously,” Wang Hu said earnestly.
“You’ve got this natural charisma, despite looking carefree.
But when you get angry or serious, you’re the most intimidating man I’ve ever seen.
Not to talk about other stuff, but ever since you took over this mess, everything’s been developing rapidly.
Zhao Yan, Li Tang, Black Flood Dragon, Meng Ku—they’re all top-notch talents.
No BS, just the aura of death that Meng Ku and Black Flood Dragon emit is out of the ordinary.
And Zhao Yan?
The man’s a financial wizard.
If I read in the paper someday that a Chinese guy made billions of US dollars on the international financial stage, I’d bet it’s him.”
“Even Li Tang, as sloppy as he usually is, isn’t someone to mess with.
Setting aside how good his martial arts are, just his fortune-telling alone could wedge him into China’s high society.
Nobody in their right mind would offend such a person—you never know if he might mess with your ancestors’ graves next, then watch you pompously bragging out there.
All the people I know are cozying up to Feng Shui masters or fortune-tellers, aching to find a geomantic gem for their homes.”
“I heard about this thing, from Guangzhou, where this bankrupt businessman found a Feng Shui master who for a hefty fee located a precious site for him.
But the master said it required relocating an ancestor’s grave by noon the day after tomorrow, or wait ten years.”
“That businessman didn’t even have a family grave, so that night he went after his old man.
Next day, slipped him Knockout Drug and buried him alive.
For murdering his father, he paid the Feng Shui master a ton,” Wang Hu said.
“So, these Feng Shui guys, whether they succeed or not, they’re always thanked, becoming living Buddhas propped up by numerous merchants, all itching to have them find an auspicious spot daily.”
“Haha, we wouldn’t do such a dumb thing.
If our brothers want a nice spot for our ancestors, one whistle is all it takes.
Without overstating Li Tang’s prowess, the word across the Martial World is, ‘Heaven’s math, Earth’s math, neither match Li Tang’s forecast.’ With this treasure of his, we can rest easy about what comes after death,” Song Yun said with a chuckle.
“Hahahaha, after all this talk, what I mean is, boss, you’re truly badass,” Wang Hu said with conviction, giving a thumbs up.
“Though we call each other brothers, we all know who’s who; without you leading, I believe this bunch of us wouldn’t amount to much.
We’re like torn-up paper—you’re the only one who can glue us together.”
“Hahaha, how to glue us, you say?
Should I jerk one off tonight to paste us up?” Song Yun roared with laughter.
Wang Hu was momentarily stunned, then burst out laughing too.
“Alright, alright, I know I’m awesome.
I’m the world’s number one charmer, but you can’t praise me like that; I might get conceited,” Song Yun said coquettishly.
“Cough cough, boss, I was just speaking off the cuff; don’t take me seriously,” Wang Hu said, scratching his head awkwardly.
“Scram, you’re cut from the same cloth as Li Hu.
Get lost, get lost; don’t piss me off.” Song Yun waved him off, annoyed.
Damn it, the conversation had been going so well, who’d have thought this son of a bitch was joking.
After spending a day at headquarters, he stepped out in the evening to see Wu Li and the gang, each on a pedal-powered bike, waiting for him.
“Boss, how about we get dinner together tonight?” Wu Li asked with a smile.
“I told you not to invite him.
He’ll obviously be dining with the madams tonight, won’t care about us,” Zhao Yan heckled from the side.
Seeing Zhao Yan’s annoying face, Song Yun pulled out his phone, “Let me tell you, at home I’m heaven, I’m earth, I’m their legend.
I call the shots; tonight I’m drinking with the brothers.”
Song Yun called Li Shishi, “Shishi, you guys have dinner at home tonight, you don’t need to prepare mine.”
Li Shishi spoke wistfully on the other end, “Out late at night, where do you plan to pick up young girls, huh?”
“Cough cough, how could I go chasing girls; I’m planning to drink with Li Tang and the others outside,” Song Yun said, grinning sheepishly.
“Oh no, Qingluan, why did you put that outfit on?
No, no, change out of it; it accentuates you too much,” Li Shishi shouted through the phone, “Oh no, Qingluan, don’t pull on my clothes, don’t pinch.
Stop, stop!”
Hearing Li Shishi’s breathing intensify, Song Yun almost boiled with passion.
“What’s happening there?
What’s going on?”
“Xiao Qing and Qingluan each bought a set of black lingerie; they’re putting on a lingerie show.
Qingluan even stripped me just now; oh, Qingluan, I already said I don’t want to wear this bellyband…
I’m shy.
Alright, Song Yun, I’m hanging up; go have your dinner.
Come home early tonight, okay?
Love you.”
After hearing all that, Song Yun couldn’t get the image of Li Shishi in a bellyband out of his mind.
If he didn’t go back now, wouldn’t he be betraying himself?
They eat his food and use his stuff, even the utility and trash bills are all on him.
Going back for an early benefit wasn’t too much, was it?
With his mind made up, Song Yun nobly told everyone, “Forgot my wallet at home; I’ll just run back to grab it.
You guys start without me.”