Chapter 90

Yu Qingying led Tang Zhendong to a Western restaurant called Delicious Steak.

Yu Qingying flipped through the menu and asked Tang Zhendong, "What do you want to eat? Let's get two steak sets."

"You decide."

"Two special black pepper steaks, medium-well."

After the waiter took the menu, Yu Qingying winked at Tang Zhendong, "Black pepper special, to save you some money."

Tang Zhendong laughed heartily, "Yeah, not bad, you know how to manage a household."

"Annoying!" Yu Qingying's bashfulness was more charming than flowers and more shy than grass. Even her scolding made Tang Zhendong feel comfortable from head to toe.

The steaming hot steaks were served soon, along with a buffet where they could help themselves. Yu Qingying first taught Tang Zhendong how to use the knife and fork, then explained the rules of the buffet. Tang Zhendong started eating, a plate of pasta and a piece of meat quickly went into his stomach. The buffet had a lot of vegetables and meats, so Tang Zhendong kept shuttling between the buffet table and his seat.

"Ha ha, Brother Dong, it really is you! I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me just now?" Wang Meng shouted, and this sudden exclamation immediately drew many angry glances from the yuppies.

Wang Meng's voice was too loud; he had always been loud, both in prison and after he got out. Wang Meng was the head of the prison block and the cell leader when Tang Zhendong was transferred from the detention center to the prison. They had a conflict at first but later became good friends. After getting out, Wang Meng set up a stall in the fruit wholesale market and dominated the apple market, becoming the Apple King of the Happy Wholesale Market, quite famous.

A few days ago, Tang Zhendong met Wang Meng by chance, and Wang Meng treated him to a meal. It was because of that meal that Tang Zhendong met his long-lost crush, Yu Qingying, whom he hadn't seen for nearly nine years.

This time, Tang Zhendong was having dinner with Yu Qingying when he met Wang Meng again, which could not be called anything but a coincidence.

Wang Meng's loud voice was extremely rare in this quiet, piano-playing Western restaurant, and it could be said to be unique. When everyone turned to look at Wang Meng with disdain, they noticed his strong build, standing over 1.8 meters tall. In this relatively serious Western restaurant, he was only wearing a white tank top, with a tiger tattoo starting from the waist of his tank top and extending to his entire back, its tail reaching up to his neck.

The aggressive tiger head was exposed behind the waist of his tank top.

What a fierce tiger descending from the mountain! In the underworld, one can be aggressive in personality, but if one gets a tiger tattoo, it is usually a descending tiger, implying that one is not aggressive and is very low-key. Those with an ascending tiger usually die younger!

Such a person, clearly a gangster, made many people turn their heads away quietly, not daring to look, to avoid trouble.

"Wang Meng, how is it you? What a coincidence, really a coincidence." Tang Zhendong couldn't help but marvel at the magic of fate when he saw that he and Yu Qingying were dining and met Wang Meng again.

"Brother Dong, what a coincidence! I was just thinking that I hadn't seen you for a few days and was planning to find you for a drink. But you haven't been to the wholesale market these past few days, so I was about to call you!"

"I quit that job."

"Ah? Brother Dong, what are you doing now? If you have nothing to do, come work with me. You can be the boss, and I'll follow you."

When Wang Meng said this, the customers in the Western restaurant, who were curious but dared not look, but had been secretly listening, were stunned. This fierce, muscular man was actually calling the thin, quiet young man in front of him his boss?

This was indeed unexpected. Because whether in terms of physique, muscle, or appearance, Tang Zhendong was far from the fierce, descending tiger.

Tang Zhendong, this unremarkable young man, had a firm face but showed no signs of bravery. He might look like a pretty boy, but if he were to be a boss, he lacked the boss's aura.

Of course, this was the inner thought of the people around the restaurant. In front of the person whom the fierce, descending tiger was treating with respect, no one dared to speak out of turn.

"Never mind, you do your own thing, I have something to do." Tang Zhendong flatly refused Wang Meng. This was the third time Wang Meng had suggested that he lead him.

"Brother Dong, what are you doing now?"

Tang Zhendong looked around at the people with their ears perked up and said in a low voice, "There are too many people here, I'll tell you later."

Wang Meng looked as if he understood. Wang Meng admired Tang Zhendong to the extreme because not only was Tang Zhendong good at fighting and ruthless, but most importantly, he was smart. Wang Meng had long heard that there was an old sage in the prison whom even the guards and the warden never dared to defy. But he had never heard that the old sage had taken on any disciples, yet he took Tang Zhendong as his disciple and taught him for seven or eight years. Everyone, including the warden, could not understand why the old sage would take a liking to him.

This was secondary. What left the deepest impression on Wang Meng was the kick Tang Zhendong gave him in the groin, which almost made him a eunuch. But this kick made the hero respect Tang Zhendong with all his heart.

When everyone heard that Tang Zhendong wouldn't say what he was doing, they understood. If it was something good, he wouldn't be embarrassed to say it. It must be something bad, like selling K powder or ecstasy.

What else could gangsters do?

"Is this your wife?" Wang Meng shouted as he and Tang Zhendong walked over to Yu Qingying.

Yu Qingying shyly lowered her head, feeling both embarrassed and happy, and finding the title fresh and interesting.

"Hello, Mrs.!" Wang Meng respectfully bowed to Yu Qingying and then waved to a girl with revealing clothes he had brought, "Call them Big Brother and Mrs.!"

The girl listened to Wang Meng and called, "Big Brother, Mrs.!"

"Brother Dong, this is my girl, Xiaomei."

"Enough, it looks like a gangster thing." Tang Zhendong waved his hands repeatedly. Although he knew all about the gangster world inside, he had never thought of taking that path. Wang Meng's situation indeed made it look like a gangster thing, which made the always law-abiding Tang Zhendong feel very uncomfortable.

Wang Meng scratched his head and laughed.

Tang Zhendong's words were not quiet, and many people heard them, but everyone sneered in their hearts: "Hmph, if you're not gangsters, who is? You don't look like good people."

Tang Zhendong could only read fortunes, not minds; otherwise, he would have seen what everyone was thinking.

"Alright, let's go eat. We can chat later." Tang Zhendong waved his hand.

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