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Chapter 262 - 187: The Taste Is Very Good_2

Chapter 262: Chapter 187: The Taste Is Very Good_2

"The car was stolen?" Cheng Biao was somewhat speechless.

In Su City, with such good public security, a car can be stolen in broad daylight? How unlucky can you get?

"Right, didn’t I ask you to bring more brothers over? Why is it just you?"

Cheng Biao’s purpose was twofold: to look for people and to make a show of strength.

Keep in mind, it’s not just about that little brother, his own fishing rod is still in this residential area...

Whether it can be found or not is another question, but first, he needs to get these little security guards in line, which will make things more convenient.

"Well..." Ah Xing scratched his head, speaking in a low voice.

"Brother Biao, I don’t have much money left. Calling the brothers out, I have to give them travel expenses, and also treat them to lunch..."

Cheng Biao: "..."

He sighed inwardly.

A tiny sum can stump a hero indeed!

Back in the day, in my own turf of Gusu, I, Cheng Biao, was a name to be reckoned with.

Who would have thought that now, fallen from grace, I would be scrounged by dogs, to the extent that my number one lackey has to cram onto a bus when going out...

These days have been tough for him.

After some initial probing, Hu Dazhi realized that Cheng Biao was all bark and no bite—he simply couldn’t come up with the money he needed to rally his people again!

After all, it costs money to maintain underlings.

If you are stingy when treating them to meals, and make them pay their own travel expenses when you call them out, who would stick with you?

Are they supposed to be driven by sheer love?

This caused many of the brothers who were originally leaning towards Cheng Biao to slowly see the light and completely switch sides to Hu Dazhi, to his utter delight.

He had thought that even a skinny camel like Cheng Biao would be bigger than a horse, and that before going to prison, there must have been some foundation left.

So Hu Dazhi had not thought about completely burning bridges, to avoid mutual destruction.

But who could have imagined that the other party was like a phoenix without feathers after being squeezed dry in prison, struggling to get the money together to buy a car?

After several trials, it was confirmed that Cheng Biao was now a phoenix that had lost its feathers, utterly impoverished!

What more could Hu Dazhi hesitate about?

Strike while the iron is hot and go for the kill!

Despite not confronting him directly, the sabotaging and disobedience were clear as day.

What’s more, a new gang had already been formed under a new banner, and most of Cheng Biao’s previous underlings had switched sides, with the rest remaining noncommittal and neutral.

The situation had rapidly deteriorated in a short period.

Having lost his source of income, Cheng Biao found himself in an increasingly difficult position.

Now the company was entirely under Hu Dazhi’s control, and although there were some assets under the company’s name, they had pretty much all been mortgaged by Hu Dazhi, making cashing out impossible.

"Brother Biao, rest assured, even if it’s just me, Ah Xing, I can take on ten without a problem!"

Ah Xing, seeing Cheng Biao’s prolonged silence, thought he was angry and quickly beat his chest and said.

"Sigh! Alright, it’s enough, we’re not here to fight." Cheng Biao sighed helplessly and waved his hand.

It was at this moment that he suddenly saw a young man coming out of the residential area.

Could it be none other than the person he was looking for?

"Little brother!" Cheng Biao hurriedly called out.

"Elder brother, we meet again!"

Meng Lang had noticed Cheng Biao and the other person at the gate earlier; it was no surprise to see them, so he smiled and greeted them.

He looked Cheng Biao and Ah Xing up and down.

Just as the books say, one doesn’t look like a good person, the other does not seem like a bad person...

"Brother Biao, is this the person you’re looking for?" Ah Xing curiously looked at Meng Lang.

"Yes! I left in such a hurry last time, I didn’t get the brother’s name?"

"Oh, my surname is Meng, with the single name Lang, as in ’waves washing the sand’."

Meng Lang said to him with a smile.

"So it’s Brother Meng. You have no idea, Brother, last time you essentially saved my life. I came here today especially to thank you!" Cheng Biao said with a grateful face.

"Heh, you already know?"

"Eh? Brother, did you really know already?"

"Heh, just happened to find out."

"This...well, I owe you even more thanks for that. It’s a big favor I owe you!"

"Heh, it was just the right time, a mere trifle, that’s all."

Ah Xing on the side was completely confused.

What’s with all this talk of ’already know’, ’find out early’? Why is it so convoluted?

But he did understand one thing.

"What? Saved your life? Brother Biao? Who’s after you? I’ll go settle the score with them right now!" Ah Xing said indignantly.

"Enough, enough, it’s none of your business, brother, come on! I’ll treat! Today I must properly toast the man who saved my life a few times!"

Cheng Biao grabbed Meng Lang’s hand with a forceful grip, clearly not giving him a chance to refuse.

"Heh, sure, I haven’t eaten yet anyway."

Knowing that declining would just get him dragged away, Meng Lang didn’t bother making the futile effort.

Plus... he really had come out to have lunch.

It was the weekend these past few days, where he could’ve been eating and drinking to his heart’s content, but instead, he ran into Lin Haitang’s "diet day," where even enjoying a braised pork rice required sneaking around.

Today was even worse, the "Little Cooking Genius" was taken away by the other party, saying they were going out for a picnic...

It had been several days since he had a proper gourmet meal, which made him rather melancholic.

He suddenly understood why Lin Haitang was the official CP.

To capture a man’s heart, you must first capture his stomach.

And the stomach is indeed my Achilles’ heel...

With Xiao Yu around, Lin Haitang’s lethality towards his gluttony was doubled!

Seeing Meng Lang agree so readily, Cheng Biao’s face lit up with joy.

Just as the three were about to leave, Liu Hai suddenly stopped them.

"Hey! Mr. Meng, since you’re friends with Brother Biao here, why not persuade him to return the dog to Director Zhang?

After all, there’s no deep hatred, it’s better to resolve enmity rather than make it worse, right?"

Liu Hai sensed that Cheng Biao was really grateful to Meng Lang, so he planned to exploit the situation to his advantage.

"Dog?" Meng Lang looked at Cheng Biao.

"What dog? Never seen one!" Cheng Biao signaled Ah Xing with his eyes.

Ah Xing got the message and with a light shove, pushed Liu Hai to the side like a little chick.

"Go on, go on! Don’t hold us up from our drinking!"

"You guys..."

Liu Hai’s face darkened, but internally he noted the impressive strength.

Seeing Ah Xing’s bulging muscles, he ultimately did not dare to move forward.

With his eye for people, he knew these two were not to be provoked; making an enemy over a dog was not worth it!

It wasn’t until they had walked far away that Meng Lang couldn’t contain his curiosity and asked a question.

"That dog..."

Before Cheng Biao could respond, Ah Xing couldn’t help but lick his lips.

"Mmm! It tasted quite good!"

Meng Lang: "..."

...

Bailemen KTV.

"Brother Biao, the drinks and dishes are all served, do you need anything else?"

Inside the private room, a manager dressed in a suit respectfully said to Cheng Biao, as the two clearly knew each other.

Meng Lang looked at the seven or eight dishes, along with various wines and beers on the table, feeling a bit odd.

This scene had repeated several times now.

Coming up to the KTV just to have a meal? Did Cheng Biao have some sort of quirk?

"Hmm, put it on my tab, and we’ll settle up later."

"Oh no need, you’ve looked out for me before; without you, where would I be today? I couldn’t let you pay for this. This meal’s on me!" the manager said with a smile.

"Hmm... alright then!" Cheng Biao feigned hesitation for a moment before nodding, putting on the airs of a boss.

Actually, he was also feeling a bit insecure.

Money makes the man, and without cash in his pocket, any bluster was just for show.

You see, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to dine at a proper place; it’s just that he couldn’t afford any of the higher-end spots. But how could he skimp when treating his lifesaver?

It’s just that this manager happened to be a former "protection" case of his, someone with whom he had some rapport and could still "save face" with.

However, this kind of favor could typically only be overdrawn once.

Do it too much and you get exposed, and he might even need to wash dishes in the kitchen...

"By the way, Elder Zhou, go call a few pretty ladies over to keep Brother Meng company!"

Since he had already "saved face," of course, he couldn’t let the guest of honor be disappointed today.

"Understood!" The manager glanced at Meng Lang and immediately said with a smile.

"I’ll make sure they’re the prettiest girls in our establishment!"

"Hey, hold on! Brother Biao, let’s skip that."

"That won’t do. You’re my savior, Cheng Biao. If word got out, they’d say Cheng Biao doesn’t know how to treat his guests!"

What kind of way is this to treat guests?

Meng Lang gave a wry smile.

Seeing Cheng Biao insist, Meng Lang had no choice but to start his performance.

"Truth be told, I did some fortune-telling before I left home, and today I must avoid the company of women, or I risk a bloody disaster!"

"Brother Meng, you believe in that stuff?" Cheng Biao asked, surprised.

"Hmm!" Meng Lang gave him a meaningful look.

"Without a doubt!"

Not only do I believe it, but in a bit, you will too...