Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 185 of 214
The man was in his thirties, with a shrewd look about him—clearly an old hand in the trade.
"Not easy? I haven't shorted you a single cent, so what's not easy about it?" Yang Wenru frowned. "There aren't that many changes I've asked for. You're a professional renovation company—can't you handle even this little bit of work?"
"Boss, that's not how it is. The work itself is nothing much—the main problem is the neighbors aren't happy with the noise," the crew leader said. "Last night they came knocking at our door, telling us to keep it down."
"Neighbors? What neighbors?" Yang Puqi was stunned, thinking to himself that even a lie should be plausible. He'd bought this villa alone—where would neighbors even come from?
"Next door!" The crew leader was about to say more when Yang Jiyan waved his hand and cut him off.
"Forget it. Just do a good job. If the work is fine and you finish ahead of schedule, I won't treat you badly." With that, Yang Yanzhou casually tossed the half-pack of Zhonghua cigarettes he had left to the crew leader.
Only then did the crew leader grin and accept the cigarettes. He pulled one out, sniffed it, tucked it behind his ear, and said, "No problem, no problem. Since the boss is so straightforward, we'll put our backs into the work."
He knew Yang Ce was generous—anyone who could afford a villa this big was no ordinary person. So when he heard that good, fast work would be rewarded, he was instantly energized.
Yang Ce made a casual inspection of the renovation progress, which was essentially satisfactory. As for materials, he had used only top-grade eco-friendly, non-toxic, pollution-free materials, so the house could be occupied immediately after completion.
Not long after Yang Juehuan's car departed, a black Lamborghini sports car pulled into the villa next to Yang Ce's. A beautiful girl dressed all in black stepped out, frowned at the clanging Sun-Moon Pavilion over there, and shook her head.
"This neighbor is truly annoying. The villa was clearly already renovated, yet they're renovating again, working day and night—do they expect anyone to sleep?" The girl knitted her brows slightly, thinking to herself that she had no idea what sort of person this neighbor was, but anyone so domineering surely wouldn't be easy to get along with. If he became too much of a nuisance, she'd have her men make trouble for him.
Yang Duoran had no idea that the neighbor the crew leader mentioned actually existed—and at that very moment was cursing him. Yang Ce had assumed it was merely an excuse the crew leader invented to squeeze out more wages.
Before making his move, young Dalsk had investigated Shu Ya's background in advance. In Hong Kong, Shu Haikuo was a man who could summon wind and rain, with ties to numerous triads; rumor had it he was even the hidden backer of one of them.
If he wanted to use Shu Ya as a breakthrough and get something out of her, coercive measures would be unavoidable. But to act in Hong Kong—that he truly didn't dare. After all, that was Shu Haikuo's turf. The last thing he wanted was to lose the rice along with the chicken, and get himself folded into the bargain.
After all, young Dalsk was no law-abiding citizen. Though he steered clear of the drug trade, he was a underworld figure on Interpol's books—whoever runs a casino is no saint.
So young Dalsk waited, biding his time for the right opportunity. When he saw in the newspaper that Shu Ya was about to hold a concert tour, he was delighted.
It had to be said, this was a fine chance to strike. As long as it wasn't in Hong Kong, not on Shu Haikuo's turf, young Dalsk was confident he could succeed. True, bodyguards would still be protecting Shu Ya during the tour, but far fewer than in Hong Kong.
He gathered his men, made all preparations, and young Dalsk and his crew boarded a flight to Donghai. No wonder he was so devoted—that was tens of billions of euros they were talking about.
To be continued.
695. Doubts