Chapter 562 — I Take My Orders from Wei Zhao
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"The most I can go is two million eight hundred thousand. If you won't sell, there's nothing more I can do—go find someone else to take it at four million." Zhang Baji spoke mildly. "Though with the way this teahouse of yours is being run, I doubt anyone will buy."
"You..." Kang's father knew this was a threat. Fury surged in him, irrepressible, and he stared at Zhang Baji with bloodshot eyes. This was not a matter of backing down or being afraid—a family's whole future hung on it. And so he stiffened his spine. I won't sell. You can't very well beat me to death, can you? "Don't go bullying honest folk," he said. "I don't want trouble with you, but that doesn't mean I'm afraid of you..."
"Oh? Old thing, did we bully you?" Zou Ruoguang regarded Kang's father with amused interest. "So you won't sell, is that it? Fine—from now on we'll be here for tea every single day!"
Kang Xiaofeng came home from school to the teahouse. The moment he pushed the door open he sensed that something was off in the air, and when he heard the man before him pressing his father to sell the teahouse, anger flared in him at once. What were these people up to?
"Don't you bully my dad!" Kang Xiaofeng ran over and planted himself in front of his father, glaring at Zou Ruoguang, Zou Tiandi, and Zhang Baji.
Why did this man look a little familiar? Kang Xiaofeng was briefly taken aback. And Zou Ruoguang and Zou Tiandi found Kang Xiaofeng somewhat familiar too, though they could not recall where they had seen him.
"Kid, whose turf are you from? This is none of your business—run along back to your room and do your homework!" Zou Ruoguang said with a taunt, not taking the schoolbag-laden Kang Xiaofeng seriously in the least.
"I..." Kang Xiaofeng had meant to go find Wei Zhao first, but Wei Zhao had gone out, so he had steeled himself and stepped up alone—he could hardly stand by and watch these men bully his father. Having been in Wei Zhao's company lately, he was no longer the timid, fearful boy he had been; he felt himself a man who could stand his ground. So he lifted his chin and said, "I take my orders from Boss Lin. Where are you from?"
Kang Xiaofeng knew Wei Zhao was formidable—but only within the walls of the school. Whether his name could cow these men, he had no idea.
"Xiaobo, stop this nonsense, go to your room and read your books!" Kang's father was terrified to see his son come home from school and lock horns with these people, afraid that hot young blood would land them all in disaster.
"Boss Lin? What Boss Lin?" Zou Ruoguang was taken aback. He had only been needling the boy offhand—how was he to know Kang Xiaofeng would actually produce some Boss Lin? But turning it over in his mind, among the strong figures in Songshan City's underworld, there was no Boss Lin that he knew of.
"Wei Zhao—Boss Lin!" Kang Xiaofeng said, forcing himself to keep his nerve, though he added, "New to Songshan, and very tough. I'd advise you not to cross my boss—I'm his number one henchman!"
"Gah?!" At the name Wei Zhao, Zou Ruoguang leapt a full three feet in the air as though someone had trodden on his tail. His face drained of color, turning white in an instant, and he turned his head toward his father, Zou Tiandi, in something close to terror.
Zou Tiandi was badly startled too. No—surely not? How was this Wei Zhao everywhere, a ghost that would not stay buried? Wherever he turned there was his shadow. And now a "number one henchman" had cropped up as well? But Zou Tiandi was, after all, a man of some standing, and he kept his composure. Wondering whether the boy was simply making it up, he hurriedly took out his phone and dialed his son Zou Ruoming's number.