Chapter 32

Wu Di stood in front of the classroom door, dumbfounded by the large table, which was over two meters in diameter and filled with dishes. It seemed that he had only gone to the restroom while ordering the dishes, but now there were so many that even ten migrant workers couldn't finish them! The waiter beside him explained to Yang Yanzi:

"Those few soups won't fit. Should I serve them in small bowls?"

Yang Yanzi held the chopsticks, flipping through the dishes without putting any in her mouth, nodding and saying:

"These private dining rooms are not as good. Who recommended this place to me?"

The meal cost Wu Di over 20,000 yuan. Before he even stepped out of the Xiang-E-Qing restaurant, his phone rang. It was Qian Pizi from Shitou City. The fat man's tone was low and filled with self-mockery:

"Brother, I can't help but admire you. The remaining three stone blocks have turned into mahjong tiles, not even dog shit! Your luck, Brother, I'm truly impressed! No wonder Old Liu called you the 'Lucky Little Superman'!"

This phone call solidified Wu Di's nickname as "Lucky Little Superman." In just a few days, he had gone from being penniless to a first-generation millionaire, and he was very excited. However, his excitement quickly faded when Miss Yang sat in the driver's seat, insisting on driving to Houhai herself.

They hadn't gone far when the car started swerving and stalled. Yang Yanzi slapped the steering wheel in anger:

"What's this about driving on the right! Is this even letting people drive?"

Zhong Qi gave Chang Linlin a look, and she gently persuaded Yang Yanzi to get out. Zhong Qi quickly ran to the driver's seat and said:

"When I drink, I trust myself."

Wu Di was stunned and asked:

"Isn't it said that you shouldn't drive after drinking?"

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, that depends on who's driving! Who dares to block the road for Young Master Zhong? They'll regret it!"

Wu Di nervously fastened his seatbelt. After a while, he noticed that Zhong Qi wasn't zigzagging on the road and gradually relaxed.

Wu Di had never been to a bar before, but he had heard many warnings from his colleagues: only order beer, not foreign liquor, as the latter is often fake and overpriced, and you never know if it's sold by the cup or the bottle. Wu Di knew these were just rumors, but hearing them so often made him believe they were true.

In the Shichahai area, both sides of the street were lined with bars. It wasn't the busiest time at 10 PM, but there were still many tourists, and the bars were doing decent business. Wu Di's intention was to find a quiet place to listen to some guitar music, have a drink, and go home when they were done. However, Miss Yang thought that bars should be lively. If they wanted to be like Wu Di, they could just buy a bottle of wine and find a room to drink in, so why come to a bar to be overcharged?

They walked past more than ten bars, none of which met Yang Yanzi's standards. They weren't in a hurry, enjoying the cool breeze, changing music with each step, and the colorful lights. It seemed like a pleasant way to spend the evening.

After walking for a while, Wu Di almost thought they would just keep walking when Miss Yang suddenly disappeared. Looking up, he saw a slow dance bar decorated like a tiger's mouth. Inside the tiger's mouth, Yang Yanzi was nowhere to be seen, and her two subordinates were eagerly inviting Zhong Qi and Chang Linlin inside.

The bar was dimly lit and smoky. A singer was listlessly singing an English song on stage. They found a corner and sat down. As soon as they did, Yang Yanzi loudly called out:

"Bring us your most expensive wine! One bottle each, and we won't leave until we're drunk!"

The waiter was startled and quietly confirmed:

"Really the most expensive wine?"

"Of course, hurry up!"

Wu Di wanted to ask how much the most expensive wine cost, but then thought it couldn't be more than ten thousand yuan. Why spoil the mood? Zhong Qi also whispered:

"This place usually isn't too harsh. Four bottles won't exceed 100,000 yuan. Relax, no problem. Want me to help you find a girl?"

"Get lost. If you help me find a girl, who will she belong to?"

The wine was brought, all in English. Wu Di recognized the letters individually but couldn't understand the words together. Yang Yanzi, swaying to the music, signaled to open the bottles. The waiter didn't hesitate, popping open four bottles with a bang. He then handed over a bill. Wu Di took it.

It wasn't very expensive, about 70,000 yuan for four bottles, which was nothing compared to the long string of zeros on Wu Di's card. Wu Di took the card reader to enter the password, but Miss Yang had a problem. She took a big gulp and immediately spat it out, shouting:

"What is this? It's too fake! Boss, boss, this will kill people!"

Zhong Qi tasted the wine and spat it out, calling:

"Xiao Wu, don't pay yet, change the wine!"

The waiter's face turned sour, pointing at Zhong Qi:

"Brother, that's not very polite. You asked for the most expensive, and we gave you the most expensive. If you want to change, that's fine, but these four bottles are already open. What do you say?"

Zhong Qi picked up a bottle and examined the label, then slammed it on the table, cursing:

"You damn liar, it's still Richard Hennessy Cognac! Call your boss out! It's expensive, but it's fake and deceiving! Get lost!"

"Where did you get such an uncultured person..."

Before he could finish, a wine bottle exploded on the waiter's head. Wu Di heard a dull thud, and the waiter fell to the ground, his face covered in blood. Zhong Qi kicked him a few more times, cursing:

"Who do you think you are, calling me uncultured? Even my grandmother wouldn't say that!"

Fights might be common in bars. The waiter's pig-like screams echoed through the room, but others continued singing and drinking, only glancing over a few times.

A few figures ran over from the shadows. A young man who looked like a manager asked sarcastically:

"What's going on?"

Before anyone could speak, the waiter sat up, pointing at Zhong Qi and shouting:

"That guy won't pay and hit me!"

Before he could finish, Zhong Qi kicked him in the chest, knocking him down.

The manager-like figure held back a few bald men who were about to charge, saying coldly:

"Brother, give us an explanation today?"

"Explanation? What explanation? You serve fake wine and dare to insult us. Beating him is the least we can do! Change the wine quickly, I still want to listen to music!"

The manager didn't say anything, quietly moving back. The three bald men lunged at Zhong Qi. Wu Di jumped up, grabbing a wine bottle and smashing it on one of them. The man staggered, and Wu Di kicked him in the chest. Just as he was about to help Zhong Qi, he noticed the other two men rolling on the ground, held back by two young men who had appeared behind Zhong Qi, both short but clearly full of explosive power.

Seeing the commotion, the bar became chaotic. Many people ran over, and a few more men with sticks charged from a corner. It was like a movie scene. The two young men moved forward, and with a few quick actions, the sound of metal hitting the ground echoed, and the men fell.

The crowd was stunned, even Miss Yang, who had been cheering, was speechless. Chang Linlin looked bitter, tugging on Zhong Qi's sleeve and whispering:

"Trouble, it's Grandfather's people."

Zhong Qi sighed:

"Bad, I'm on medical parole!"

The two young men escorted them out. The crowd parted to let them through. Someone took out a phone to secretly record, but one of the young men grabbed the phone and smashed it. The man tried to argue but was silenced by a glare. Outside, a young man pushed Wu Di, giving him a thumbs-up and urging him to leave. He then lit a cigarette and stood at the door. In the distance, police cars with flashing lights were approaching.

They got into a car. The young man saluted Chang Linlin, then got into another car. The two cars drove down Ping'an Street.

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