318: Chapter 307: The Master Arrives 318: Chapter 307: The Master Arrives On a basketball court in Sunan City, Gulang made a beautiful hook shot and the ball swished through the net.
Right then, a lackey walked up to him and whispered a few words.
After listening, Gulang laughed and said, “This kid really has nine lives, to have snagged Tian Nan just like that.”
The man Gulang had been playing defense against also burst out laughing.
It was none other than Tang Lin who had left Sunan, “I visited Song Yun a couple of days ago.
If things really aren’t working out, you could just retire and hand over this place to him.”
“Ha-ha, retire and have you support me?” Gulang said.
“Sure, come over to my place, and I guarantee you’ll enjoy variety every day,” Tang Lin said earnestly.
“Wild Wolf, times have changed.
In the end, we can’t outfight that next generation of monsters.
It’s time to admit it when you’ve played a good hand.”
“No way, if I pull back now, I’d be dead.
All these years’ worth of enemies are just waiting for the moment I step down,” Gulang squinted his eyes and made another beautiful hook shot, “Looks like you’ve already become one of the Song Family’s people.
Aren’t you afraid that the four big families will come looking for trouble?”
“Afraid, yes, which is why unless there’s something really important, I’ve been staying entirely within my own territory for the last few years,” Tang Lin said.
“But I’m more afraid of the Song Family.
Even though there’s discord within their ranks, it’s only temporary.
Once Ergou and Song Yun return, see how many years those others in the Song Family can keep hopping around.”
“That’s true.
Ergou was a man who never feared heaven or earth back in the day.
It’s a pity he decided to arm-wrestle with everyone in Yanjing.
Besides those directly involved, the rest of the world thinks it was a fight over a woman,” Gulang remarked.
“Most of those who stirred up that mess have ended up in their graves.
I do wonder whether those big shots still left in this world have changed their minds or not,” Tang Lin waved his hand dismissively, “I give up, I give up; playing basketball with you, I’ve never won a single game.”
“I play to win; you play for fun.
Different motivations lead to different outcomes.”
Since ancient times, it’s been big fish eat little fish, and little fish eat shrimp.
Life is so helpless, reality so stark.
Daily life doesn’t just turn into a novel out of nowhere, and you seldom see a shrimp leap up to eat a big fish.
Ever since his return, Song Yun had not been tormented by the young ladies in the villa.
In their words, they had missed him terribly after not seeing him for so many days, and he had to make it up to them.
His compensation left his wallet empty, not to mention the significant amount of money swiped from his card.
Shura Alliance had already directed twenty percent of its operational forces into the development of prefecture-level cities.
Although a city could only yield fifteen percent of the headquarters’ income in a year, the sheer number of cities more than made up for it.
With a net of coverage formed, future financial concerns were all but relieved.
Having nothing else to do today, Song Yun decided to check out the bar where Susan worked.
According to Zhao Yan, this young lady had a real talent for management.
In just a week or two, she had made the bar the highest earning one.
After parking his car in the bar’s parking lot, Song Yun saw Susan standing at the entrance.
Looks like this girl’s network was quite extensive, to have gotten ready for a surprise inspection.
“Hey Susan, how have things been lately?” Song Yun called out with a smile.
“Song Yun, what brings you here?”
Seeing her dumbfounded expression, Song Yun realized that she hadn’t been waiting for him.
Damn, what a waste of sentiment.
“Just passing by and thought I’d drop in.
What are you doing standing at the door?” Song Yun asked with a forced laugh.
Susan, who by now was effectively a high-level white-collar worker with a salary over seven thousand a month and a bar under her, was surely part of the petty bourgeoisie.
Who else would have her waiting at the door in this sweltering heat?
“I have to tell you, I’ve found a master,” Susan said, her voice dripping with mystery.
“A few nights ago, while working the night shift at the bar, I overheard some regulars talking about a highly skilled master in the north of the city.
He’s said to be so accurate, he can trace your ancestors back eight generations.
I deliberately had him invited over to look at the bar’s layout.”
My God, this girl is superstitious.
The general superstition is that someone is completely lacking in ability, yet people still believe—however, someone like Li Hu with real substance, that’s faith, a completely different concept that must be distinguished.
“We have Li Hu, a true descendant of the Taoist line.
Why not ask him to take a look?” Song Yun said disdainfully.
Probably that master was also a charlatan.
Li Hu himself wouldn’t dare to say he could trace your ancestors back eight generations at the snap of his fingers, let alone others.
“It’s different.
I tell you, that master is rumored to be the reincarnation of some star god from Heaven.
Once his meritorious deeds are complete, he’ll return to Heaven,” Susan seemed unwilling to see Song Yun disparage her idol.
“All the villages in the surrounding four miles come to consult him on everything, and every time it’s very effective.”
“Alright, alright, I’m quite curious to see what he can do.” Song Yun didn’t fancy standing at the door like an idiot waiting for that so-called master.
He went into the bar, sat at the counter, and slowly sipped a drink he ordered.
About twenty minutes later, he heard the sound of cars screeching to a halt outside, and then he saw Susan and a crowd escorting an old man with a distinguished Taoist air inside.
The old man did have a marketable presence, dressed in a Daoist robe, a string of Bodhi Seeds around his neck, and a copper mirror in hand—certainly a cut above the average charlatan.
Regardless of his actual abilities, the old man had a big temper.
Seeing Song Yun sitting at the counter smoking and watching him, he coldly huffed and waved his sleeve, “Didn’t I say no idle people should be in the bar?
Get him out now.”
Those who had been surrounding the old man scattered at his words.
To hell with whether you’re some damned star god reincarnate; the insolence of that phrase alone deserves to have you thrown out.
The man at the counter was the behind-the-scenes owner of the bar, holding the power of life and death over hundreds.
They couldn’t afford to mess with him for the life of them.
“This…
He’s our bar’s behind-the-scenes boss.
He doesn’t count as an idle person,” Susan explained beside him.
“Oh, I see.
No wonder I sensed I would meet someone important today even before I entered.
It turns out it was you,” the old man laughed heartily and walked over to Song Yun.
“May I know the owner’s surname?”