Chapter 227 — Waiting for News
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Wei Zhao took the rice without ceremony and began demolishing it, sweeping through like wind scattering clouds; in the blink of an eye, the table's worth of delicacies, together with the two bowls of rice, had all gone into Wei Zhao's belly. "Not bad, I suppose. Not as good as braised pork," Wei Zhao said, patting his full stomach and letting out a satisfied burp.
"..." Zhong Yongliang nearly rolled his eyes. Had he known, he would have just treated this pauper to braised pork — all this money wasted, and for nothing, without even a word of thanks.
"All right, let's get down to business. Fed and watered — time to beat somebody up," Wei Zhao said, glancing at Zhong Yongliang.
"A beating?" Zhong Yongliang froze, at a loss as to what Wei Zhao meant. He gave a dry laugh. "You're joking, Boss Wei Zhao. As for the actual business..."
Zhong Yongliang hedged aloud, but inwardly he was frantic. Wei Zhao had eaten far too quickly. The original plan had been to order a pile of seafood and then settle in for a slow round of drinks with him — that alone should have dragged things out for an hour or two. Who would have guessed Wei Zhao would finish the whole spread in under twenty minutes, wiping out every last dish? What was he supposed to do with all the time left over now?
Zhong Yongliang could only pray that Black Panther's side would hurry it up, get the job done faster. Just as he was praying, the phone in his pocket buzzed twice. Zhong Yongliang was overjoyed. He pulled out the phone and took a look — the message read: "Fake IDs, guns for sale, loan sharking, revenge services, bargain prices..."
Son of a bitch! Zhong Yongliang cursed under his breath. What the hell was this? If you people could really get revenge for me, I wouldn't be in this mess.
"Do you actually have something to say or not?" Wei Zhao was getting impatient. Zhong Yongliang was definitely up to some trick — and he kept glancing at his phone, clearly waiting for some kind of signal.
"I do, I do!" Zhong Yongliang had no way out now. He could only say, "Well, the thing is — Zou Ruoming likes Tang Zhi. You know that, right?"
"Cut the nonsense. Get to the point," Wei Zhao said, without answering.