Chapter 739 — Give Me Back My Silver Needles

After he had soothed Li Dilei, Fatso Lai had barely stepped out of the hospital room when he got a call from bald Boss Wu.

"Hey? Old Wu, what's the matter?" Fatso Lai asked.

"Brother Lai, I've been bullied! Someone kicked a dent in my car, and when I dropped your name, Brother Lai, the other side didn't care at all. He said, what the hell is Brother Lai supposed to be!" To get Fatso Lai to stand up for him, bald Boss Wu started making things up out of thin air.

"Here in Songshan City, there is someone who doesn't take the name of me, Fatso Lai, seriously?" Fatso Lai was already full of pent-up anger, and at Boss Wu's words he grew angrier still. "Who is the other party?"

"I don't know. I took Xiaoli house-hunting today and ran into them at the sales office. They seem to have some connection with the manager there, who knocked a bit off the price for them!" bald Boss Wu said.

"Buying a house? Fine, I'll bring some men over right now!" Fatso Lai nodded. A man who went to buy a house himself, what big shot could he possibly be? He was in a foul mood anyway, so finding someone to vent on would suit him just fine!

Bald Boss Wu was overjoyed. All the money he had handed over to Fatso Lai over the years had not gone to waste — now that he was in trouble, Fatso Lai was truly backing him up!

In truth Fatso Lai thought rather highly of bald Boss Wu. Although Boss Wu did everything outside under the banner of his name, Fatso Lai, Boss Wu really did bring money back every year! Five million a year in tribute — even among all the businesses under Fatso Lai, that counted as a hefty sum!

So when bald Boss Wu got into trouble, Fatso Lai could hardly ignore it. Coming in person was also a way to show how much he looked after Boss Wu, so that when Boss Wu paid tribute at year's end, he would hand over a little more to him!

These were troubled times, and Fatso Lai was broke to the point where his pockets jingled. Building the Qibing Building once had already been more than he could bear, and now that he had built it a second time, it had drained all the savings of these many years in one stroke. Of course he was desperate to scrape up money!

It was not long before Fatso Lai arrived with his men, and bald Boss Wu lit up with delight and called out, "Brother Lai, here, over here!"

Fatso Lai nodded and walked over with his men. "Old Wu, I say, you're a man of standing now. How come you're eating out here in the main hall?"

"It's only the two of us, so we're just grabbing a casual bite. No need for any grand display!" bald Boss Wu said hurriedly.

"Enough. Where are the people you mentioned? Take me over for a look! Once this is settled I have other business!" Fatso Lai felt that handling such a matter in person was a little beneath his dignity, but he had no usable men left under him. Zhang Long and Li Yao had both been finished off by Wei Zhao, while Zhong Fabai was now keeping vigil by a hospital bed. With no one else to send, he could only come and settle it himself.

This, however, moved bald Boss Wu nearly to tears. "Brother Lai, they're in that private room over there! For you to come in person, you've given me such face! Don't worry, I'll add another ten percent to this year's management fee!"

"Easy, easy!" Fatso Lai thought to himself, looks like you know how to behave. My trip here was not wasted after all!

Fatso Lai led Su Capsule and several underlings, together with bald Boss Wu, to the front of that private room. The restaurant waiters all saw the scene, but at this moment none of them dared step forward!

After all, Fatso Lai's party plainly came with ill intent, especially those underlings — all hulking brutes covered in tattoos!

"Kick the door in!" Fatso Lai said lightly.

"Right away!" Bald Boss Wu had backbone now. With Fatso Lai at his side, what did he have to fear?

So with a "Bang!" he kicked straight at the door of the private room, putting every ounce of strength into it! Who would have thought the door of a private room in this little restaurant would be so flimsy and unable to take a kick, and not even locked! Kicking too hard, he pitched straight through into the room and hit the floor with a "Thud!", landing flat on his face in full prostration!

Fatso Lai ground his teeth in fury. What a hopeless fool — we came to smash the place up, and you walk in and kowtow to them? What kind of act is that?

With no choice, Fatso Lai could only lift a foot and stride into the room after him. He could not afford to lose momentum!

Bald Boss Wu's sudden sprawling entrance left Wei Zhao and the others momentarily stunned. Was there something wrong with this man?

And Fatso Lai, the moment he stepped in, was just about to put on a swaggering show of shouting orders, when he caught sight of Wei Zhao inside the room and froze with a strangled "Ga!"!

Bald Boss Wu naturally had not seen Fatso Lai's expression. Still eating dirt, he scrambled up from the floor with difficulty, pointed a finger at Wei Zhao and bellowed, "Brother Lai, it's this punk! He's the one who kicked my car, and he didn't take you seriously at all!"

Cold sweat broke out down Fatso Lai's back. Wei Zhao? How could he be so unlucky? He steps out to back up a subordinate and runs into Wei Zhao?! Of course the man did not take him seriously! He did not take him seriously, and he did not take Young Master Bing seriously either!

But what could he possibly do to him?

Fatso Lai felt awkward and did not know what to say. He had meant to claim he had entered the wrong room and lead his men away, but bald Boss Wu had already blurted the whole thing out, leaving him no way to smooth it over.

"Wei Zhao..." Fatso Lai said, embarrassed.

"Brother Lai, have you come to deliver my silver needles?" Wei Zhao glanced at Fatso Lai and said coolly, "The needles in your brother have been pulled out by now, right? Hurry up and give them back to me. That stuff is pretty expensive, you know!"

"..." Fatso Lai's expression turned marvelously colorful in an instant. He wants the silver needles back? Wasn't that bullying too far? How much could a box of silver needles be worth? Yet he truly did not dare blow up on the spot! Wei Zhao's strength was there for all to see, and Wei Zhao was simply a fearless madman for violence — he would dare hit even Young Master Bing, let alone him!

Fatso Lai had no wish to be beaten crippled by Wei Zhao! So he could only force a smile. "It's only a box of silver needles. You care about that?"

"Oh, so you like silver needles? How about I give you a few more?" As Wei Zhao spoke, he fished the needle case from his pocket.

The moment Fatso Lai saw the needle case, his face turned ashen with fright! Heavens, what did this mean? Was Wei Zhao planning to plant a few more needles in him? That was more than Fatso Lai could bear! So he cried out in a panic, "No, no, I don't like them! I'll go back and fetch the needles right now and bring them to you at once!"

Fatso Lai dared not say another word, turned around and fled the private room, and Su Capsule and the others who had come with Fatso Lai saw him leave and quickly followed him out.

Only bald Boss Wu was left standing there, dumbfounded and at a loss! What was going on here? Fatso Lai had come to vent his anger for him, so how had a few words scared him off? And he still had to fetch some silver needles for this man?

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