Chapter 46: No Peace
Chapter 46: No Peace (Recommended to read first)
The hotel manager and two waitresses were guarding the door. When they saw the host of the first drink, they greeted him with a smile, "Mr. Yin, please come in."
Yin Zhaotang, holding a cigarette in his mouth, took the lead and walked into the restaurant in a suit and tie. Behind him, there were more and more figures of Jing Zhongyi's men.
Until more than a hundred thugs filled the entire restaurant hall, their eyes were focused on the large round table with twenty seats in the middle, with playful and sarcastic expressions looking at Sang Kun and She Zaiying.
"Fuan Restaurant."
"The table wasn't even cleaned. This restaurant will go bankrupt sooner or later!"
"Dry!"
"Where's the chair? Why is there one missing? Are you looking for death?"
The younger brothers were picking faults and yelling and cursing.
The manager of Fu'an Restaurant was still busy bowing and apologizing when Ah Le grabbed him by the collar, raised his hand, and slapped him twice.
“Can’t do anything.”
"I'll teach you!"
The restaurant manager was in his thirties, wearing a tie, and looked diligent and honest. But as Fu'an Restaurant was owned by Dong'an Society, the manager must be at least a jerk.
Since Sang-kun chose Fu-an Restaurant as the venue for the first round of wine, the manager had no complaints about the two slaps he received. Whether it was because of his identity as a Dong-an man or because he had to earn money from the first round of wine, making a living was not an easy task.
A few low-quality hooligans even started to tease the waitress, causing chaos.
Yin Zhaotang came to the guest seat at the main table, stood with his hands spread out, looked at Sang Kun who was sitting in front of him and said, "Stand up!"
"If Brother Sangkun doesn't stand up to welcome us, it will be hard for my brothers to have the courage to sit down."
Sang Kun put out his cigarette butt on the bone dish, stood up with a swagger, raised his hand and invited: "Brother Zhaotang, please sit down. You are the most courageous in the world today, and your brothers are all ambitious and brave. Seeing this, I, Kun, feel nervous. Of course, I have to stand up and wipe the table for Brother Zhaotang, right?"
He deliberately wiped the table twice with his sleeve, showing his humble attitude.
Snake Ying chimed in, jokingly saying, "Right, it's said outside that Brother Tang is the most evil idiot among the loyalists, and his name is even more famous than Dadi."
"We are setting up a toast to invite Brother Tang to attend. We will definitely not neglect him. We have abalone, sea cucumber, grouper, and everything else. A table costs 2,800 yuan. I guarantee that Brother Tang will be honored. Please join us."
Shezaiying stood up from his seat, walked around half of the table, and personally pulled out a chair for Yin Zhaotang.
After Yin Zhaotang had shown enough attitude and felt refreshed, he sat down and said, "Take your seats, everyone sit down!"
Today, let’s drink this cup of wine. There is no other way to say it, we just want to be arrogant to the end and crush Dong’an!
The sound of chairs being dragged around was heard, and more than a hundred men sat down one after another. Thirteen tables were not enough, and some men were still cursing and asking the waiter to add more chairs.
Zuoshou, Ale, Danta, Niu Qiang and others sat down at the main table, occupying most of the table, leaving only one corner for Shezaiying and Sangkun.
In the hall, there was no Dong'an Society henchmen present, only Sang Kun and She Zai Ying. But the entire Anfu Restaurant has three floors, each floor can accommodate more than a dozen tables, and it is usually a medium-sized restaurant open to the public.
There might be ambushes on the two floors above, plus the dozens of minions outside the door, if they rushed in, they would be enough to take over the entire restaurant. However, the more chaotic it is, the safer it is. If there were a real fight in the restaurant between the three or four hundred people on both sides, there would be no need for bloodshed, as the police outside the door would be the first to rush in to keep him safe. Sang Kun crossed his legs, raised his hands and clapped, asking the hotel manager to serve the dishes. Regardless of whether the first drink was agreed upon or not, the dishes that were ordered must be served first. Some gangsters are used to finding faults with the dishes, and they would not eat the last bite of the dishes, and some even overturned the table, which was a waste of food.
Yin Zhaotang picked up his chopsticks and picked up some dishes in front of all the brothers, trying the grouper and then the fried shrimp. He really came to eat. The people at the main table looked at each other in confusion, feeling a little awkward. On the contrary, the brothers outside the main table were more relaxed. Seeing the big man picking up his chopsticks, they ate and drank.
After all, the Kwun Tong hooligans don't have the good fortune to eat grouper every day. A whole fish of red-scaled grouper drizzled with scallion oil and fish sauce is so tempting that people keep picking up their chopsticks. Beer is brought to the table in boxes, and soon the sound of finger-guessing games begins.
At the boss's urging, Zuo Shou, A Le and others also started to eat.
Sang Kun noticed that after being completely ignored, his expression became even more gloomy. He picked up a black plastic bag from under the table and placed it heavily on the glass turntable: "Bang!"
The dinner plate swayed and made a clanging sound, which immediately aroused dissatisfaction among A Le, Zuo Shou, Niu Qiang and others.
Sang Kun put his finger on the glass turntable and turned the plastic bag in front of Yin Zhaotang. He said in a cold voice, "Brother Zhaotang, it was my fault in the spicy ginger incident last time. As the master of the Mong Kok Hall, I'm going to hold a banquet today to apologize to you. There is 100,000 yuan in the bag for medicine as a little compensation. Please sort it out, Brother Zhaotang."
"I really envy Brother Zhaotang because he has the protection of the gang leader when he just started out, unlike me, who has to deal with a weakling boss. From today on, the title of Red Stick of Dong'an Society is no longer valuable."
Yin Zhaotang didn't even look at the money in the bag. He swept his arm into Ah Le's arms, picked his teeth with a bamboo toothpick and said, "Thank you, Brother Sangkun."
"I enjoyed this drink very much. Let's forget about the spicy ginger issue. I'll focus on the magazine's business in the future."
Sang Kun took over the conversation: "How about doing the magazine business together? 'Big Wave' will be counted as my share capital, 20% of the shares, you and I can turn enemies into friends and make a fortune together!"
"For more than 70 years, the He group has relied on the four words "harmony is the most precious" to maintain its glory until now. Our Dong group and Chaozhou gang have fallen into decline. If we don't want to be laughed at again, we have to use our brains. Today I will help you to improve your reputation. If you agree to cooperate with me, both of us will benefit. After drinking this cup of tea, the grudges will be put aside. From now on, I will treat you as a brother who burns yellow paper for you."
Yin Zhaotang's eyes fell on the cup of hot tea brought by the turntable, then he looked up at Sang Kun who had a threatening look on his face, and spit the toothpick into the teacup with a sound of "Piao, who would want to be your brother who burns yellow paper? People like you want to be your brother, but you think your life is too long."
Clang!
A cold light suddenly appeared.
Yin Zhaotang pulled out a Gurkha knife from his waist, and under everyone's shocked gaze, he stood up and stabbed it into a roast chicken on the table. He tugged at his tie, with an unruly expression: "Today, I brought you a special gift, to return Dong'an Lajiang's knife!"
Then, under everyone's shocked gaze, he stepped on a chair, climbed onto the dining table, strode in front of Sang Kun, and picked up the glass ashtray on the table.
He grabbed Sang Kun's head with one hand and swung the glass jar with the other hand, smashing it hard on Sang Kun's temple.
"Ah!"
Sang Kun was quick-witted and raised his arm to protect his head, but his arm was broken directly, making a crisp sound of bone cracking. He opened his mouth and screamed loudly: "Fuck!!!"
Yin Zhaotang stood on the dining table in a suit and tie, threw away the glass jar, clapped his hands, and cursed with disdain: "Sang Kun, your adopted grandfather hates being threatened the most, do you understand!"
"You are not qualified to yell at me, and you are even less qualified to talk to me about peace. I am the leader of the loyal and righteous dragon and I am asking you to apologize! I don't want to make peace, I just want to beat you! Get down!"
Sang Kun fell to the ground, holding his hand. He looked irrational. He roared and gave the order: "Kill him!"
"Behead him!"
(End of this chapter)