Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 205 of 214
"A real man—the genuine article!" Li Dagang slapped his thigh and praised him from the bottom of his heart. "Then what are you still hesitating for? That boyfriend of Lin Yanhe's doesn't look like a petty man. Since he's given you such a good opportunity, what's holding you back?"
"But I'm afraid that once I get there, it'll only be more awkward," Li Dadong said worriedly.
"As long as you keep your position straight, there won't be any awkwardness," Li Dagang said, shaking his head. "Brother, if I were you, I'd make the same choice."
"I know. All right, let's drop it for now—let's drink," Li Dadong said, seeing the lamb skewers arriving, and poured himself a glass of beer.
"Fine, let's drink first." Li Dagang poured himself a glass too, then picked up a steaming skewer and began to chew.
After a few glasses, a faint flush appeared on Li Dadong's face, and he was no longer as troubled as before. The two brothers chatted and laughed about other things.
"Old Wang, any tables free?" Just as they were talking merrily, several burly men who looked like thugs came over and asked Old Wang, the owner of the barbecue stall.
"Sorry, we're full. You gentlemen can wait a bit or come back another time," Old Wang said apologetically.
Old Wang's barbecue stall was a long-established brand, famous among the food stalls. Many people came here to eat, and at mealtime there was almost never a seat to be had.
"What a letdown," the leading thug cursed, turning to leave.
But one of his underlings rolled his eyes, glanced over the customers at the stalls, and walked straight over to Li Dadong's table. "You two, taking up a six-person table all by yourselves—go squeeze in with those people over there. My boss wants to eat here," the underling said directly to Li Dadong and Li Dagang.
To be continued.
703. You Know Yang Ce Too? (Part Two)
Here, you could have a little drink, talk over what weighed on your mind, each saying his own piece without interfering with the other. Who would want to squeeze in at a table with others? Then not only could you not talk, but the drinking wouldn't be enjoyable either, and eating would feel downright constrained.
Li Dagang frowned. He had not been a pushover in the old days—back when he ran with Yang Ce, he had been the sort to swagger around with his shoulders thrown back, ready to take on anyone without a moment's hesitation.
But now, after all, he had gone straight, and his cousin was here besides. Li Dagang knew his cousin's temperament—not the type to stir up trouble—so he did not blow up on the spot.
Besides, the other side had numbers, and there were only two of them here. True, if it came to a fight, his cousin Li Dadong would certainly not stand by and do nothing, but after all, he was no fighter—having him there was about the same as not.
"We're discussing business. Sharing a table with others would be inconvenient," Li Dagang told the underling.
"Hey, pretty cocky, aren't you? Do you know what my boss does?" Actually, at any other time this would not have amounted to much. Recently the higher-ups in Songjiang's underworld had issued a strict order forbidding them from harassing ordinary citizens. But the underling had been publicly snubbed by Li Dagang in front of so many people and felt humiliated, so he threw out a few blustering words.
"Do you know what my boss does?" Since Li Dagang had last seen Yang Ce and witnessed the whole chain of events around him, he knew Yang Ce was no ordinary figure now—probably everyone on the street gave him face. Otherwise, that Guo Jianchao, who was said to have underworld connections, would never have slunk away in disgrace.
"Your boss? You're in the game too?" The underling was taken aback. Don't let it be a case of the flood washing over the Dragon King's temple—the biggest taboo in the underworld was infighting. If this really was one of their own, and the big bosses heard about it, there would surely be hell to pay.