Chapter 147 — The Long-Awaited...
Years of Heartflutter · Page 63 of 501
In the Rolls-Royce behind them, Sui Guangqi frowned and addressed his uncle Sui Yuemin, who sat in the front passenger seat, with a blandly barbed remark: "Uncle, your men have rather hot tempers. That sort of thing makes trouble easily."
Sui Yuemin cursed inwardly—little fox. You saw well enough what those two Hummers were up to the whole way here, and you pretended not to notice. Now that trouble's broken out, you pin it all on me.
But Sui Yuemin did not dare say any of this aloud. Whatever standing he had now came entirely from his elder brother, Sui Yuejin—and Sui Guangqi was Sui Yuejin's son. Nephew or not, he could not afford to offend him.
Today was the wedding day of Sui Yuemin's eldest son, Sui Guangheng, and even so, everyone in the Sui household could only refer to his son as "the young master of the hall," never daring to call him simply "young master."
Since trouble had been stirred up, it had to be smoothed over quickly; a wedding convoy stalled here was no way to run a wedding. Sui Yuemin said with a sour face, "Guangqi, I've made a spectacle of myself before you. Your uncle's a rough sort, and the men under me are rough sorts too—bad tempers. Let me go down and have a look."
Sui Yuemin got out of the car, and Sui Guangqi followed. After all, with his uncle's seniority casting its shadow, Sui Guangqi could hardly sit in the car enjoying the show. Besides, arrogant as Sui Guangqi was, he handled the ordinary courtesies of the world flawlessly, leaving no one room to find fault.
Sui Yuemin walked over quickly. Only then did Bao Lin, seeing that the other side had sent someone to talk, lazily open his door and step out. He would never have deigned to get out to exchange words with those four lackeys.
"Friend, my apologies. My men never went to school—their manners and their mouths are crude. I offer you their apology in their stead." In circumstances like these Sui Yuemin naturally dropped all airs and began apologizing the moment he came up.
"Who's your friend?" Bao Lin gave him little face. Whatever swagger the Sui family had in Jingshan, here in Songjiang you coil up if you're a dragon, and you lie down if you're a tiger.
Northeasterners liked to call one another "friend" in ordinary speech, to draw closer and sound warmer.
"I'm Sui Yuemin, second son of the Sui family of Jingshan. How should I address you, sir?" Sui Yuemin was faintly displeased; in Jingshan no one failed to give him face. But he knew this was not Jingshan—this was Songjiang.
"Never heard of the Sui family," Bao Lin said mildly. "Quite a procession, though. My name's Bao Lin—a nobody. Certainly not the sort to know people from your lofty circles."
"Bao Lin." Sui Yuemin found the name faintly familiar, though he could not place it. The Sui family in Jingshan had certain unspeakable ties to the underworld, but they were hardly well versed in Songjiang's underground; they had little contact with it day to day, and a vague rumor was the most they could manage.
In the car, Yang Ce sank into thought. Why him? Looking at Sui Guangqi's calm face, Yang Ce felt a strange bewilderment. The Sui family of Jingshan—if Sui Guangqi could appear here with them, and recalling that scene at the Xianren resort last time, then Sui Guangqi was surely one of the Sui family. Back then people had called him "young master," so his standing in the family could well be imagined.
To be continued.
735. The Sui Family (Part Two)
735. The Sui Family (Part Two). Only—why had the eldest young master of the Sui family come to Songjiang for middle school? That puzzled Yang Ce greatly. And back in middle school, Sui Guangqi had shown nothing at all of a young master's bearing.
Sui Guangqi had studied in Songjiang for a time, but he had never heard of any Bao Lin. Still, seeing Bao Lin's posture, even a fool could tell the man had some influence in Songjiang—otherwise he could never have summoned so many underlings on such short notice.