My Co-renting Lady Boss
Chapter 52 - 052: Eat as You Please for Ten Yuan

Chapter 52: Chapter 052: Eat as You Please for Ten Yuan

"Please rest assured, that’s my responsibility, and I won’t let anything happen to her,"

Tang Ming felt the situation was getting tricky. First, he couldn’t find out who was behind the scenes, and second, the use of Death Soldiers by the adversaries suggested significant strength. He knew he couldn’t just ignore it.

"Hmm, now I feel relieved. And as you know, the relationship between Meng Ting and you..."

Liu Gaoze nodded meaningfully, causing Tang Ming a headache.

...

In the single-person hospital room at the city hospital, Chen Cang felt like time was dragging on endlessly, worrying that Ma Gangqiang might wake up and come after him. Once he saw that his wounds were almost healed, he hurriedly called his family to pick him up and discharge him from the hospital.

After leaving the hospital, Chen Cang finally breathed a sigh of relief but didn’t feel like going to school just yet. At night, he’d go out and mess around with a bunch of friends.

With more people, there was no shortage of drinking, and after getting high, a bunch of young guys started to brag and shoot the breeze.

"Cang Bro, that guy who stabbed you in the ass, did you get your turf back from him?"

A red-faced blond kid asked.

Chen Cang knew this kid was trouble, named A’Fei, who had dropped out after junior high and hung around in society since. His parents were wholesalers, busy spinning around day and night, too busy to look after him, content as long as he didn’t cause major trouble.

The smart kid not only collected protection money from a few high schools but also often helped people settle scores, thus managing to earn his own keep.

He even lied to his family, saying he earned money from his business, making them even less worried—unaware their son had become a complete hooligan.

"That guy’s tough; even the Ma Family brothers got taken down by him, so forget about getting back the turf."

Chen Cang said gloomily as he drank.

"That tough? Even the Ma Family can’t handle him."

A’Fei asked, "Does that kiddo have a girl? If we can’t beat him, we can mess with his girl."

"Despicable. Truly despicable."

Chen Cang was startled but then smiled, looking at A’Fei and said, "But I like how despicable you are. That kid doesn’t have a girl or many friends. Just a fatso following him around—who I used to beat up. Later, he paid me the protection money on time every month, and I stopped beating him."

"Oh, then why don’t we have some fun with this fatty?"

A’Fei suggested to the people around him.

Laughter erupted from the group, and many echoed the sentiment. Chen Cang thought, exactly! If he couldn’t take down Tang Ming, he could go after Zhou Youfu. That punk even dared to help punch him in the cafeteria last time. This time, he would get even, with interest.

And he could also make the punk an undercover agent, to report Tang Ming’s movements to him. When necessary, he could even poison Tang Ming.

"Right, let’s do it like that. Tomorrow, we’ll go find that dead fatty,"

Chen Cang slapped his thigh, suddenly seeing an excellent scheme. That was just like him: bullying the weak, fearing the strong—typical of those who couldn’t carry through but blamed others. Last time he couldn’t beat Tang Ming, he took it out on Xia Wei’er’s family’s ice cream shop. It was the same now.

The following day, in front of Tianjiao High School, Chen Cang, surrounded by his cronies, didn’t go directly into the school but notified the inside underlings to keep an eye on Zhou Youfu’s movements.

As soon as several morning classes were over and the break began, Zhou Dafu called Tang Ming to go to the snack street.

"Going for popsicles again?"

Tang Ming, having sensed Xia Wei’er’s hostility last time, wasn’t in the mood and thus reluctant to go.

"Bro Ming, just go with me,"

Zhou Dafu was very keen to catch a glimpse of the ordinary goddess, Xia Wei’er, so he asked Tang Ming to accompany him.

"Fine, I’ll go with you, but I don’t want to eat popsicles for lunch when I haven’t had a proper meal."

Tang Ming said helplessly.

"That’s okay, there’s a lot of things to eat in the snack street, you can eat something else. Just call me when you head back to school,"

Zhou Dafu said with a fat smile on his face.

When they arrived at the snack street, the shops there were starting to get busy around noon, and all kinds of snacks began to sizzle out of the pans, immediately filling the air with delicious fragrances that made one’s mouth water.

As soon as Zhou Dafu saw the cold drinks shop, he dashed inside because Xia Wei’er was helping out there.

Tang Ming didn’t want to go in and kept walking forward; suddenly, he saw a spicy hotpot stall ahead with a ’Ten Yuan All You Can Eat’ sign and immediately felt a rush of excitement. He rolled up his sleeves and sprinted towards it.

There weren’t many customers at the stall at that time, just a few patrons, all red-faced and covered in sweat. As Tang Ming stepped in, he immediately felt the fiery atmosphere and asked the owner who was fishing out hotpot items, "Boss, is it really ten yuan for all you can eat?"

"Yes, ten yuan for all you can eat! As long as you don’t waste it, you must finish everything you order, or else there’s a five-yuan fine for each liang over!"

The owner said casually after giving Tang Ming a glance, weighing how much this skinny kid could possibly eat. Moreover, his spicy hotpot was extremely fiery, and most people couldn’t handle it — they’d take a few bites and leave, very rarely would anyone eat more than ten yuan’s worth.

After getting clarification, Tang Ming quickly sat down and said loudly, "Bring on whatever’s ready, I love spicy food the most."

Outside the cold drinks shop, customers had taken up two tables, and several people were waiting at the bar. Zhou Dafu couldn’t squeeze in and had to stand at the entrance.

Suddenly, an arm was slung over his shoulder, followed by a puff of smoke.

"Hey fatso, come with me."

The person who had slung an arm over Zhou Dafu and blew smoke in his face was A’Fei. Chen Cang had gotten word at noon and then brought people over to look for trouble with Zhou Dafu. They saw Tang Ming leave and, of course, wanted to take this opportunity to vent their anger on Zhou Dafu.

"What do you want to do?"

Zhou Dafu was just about to resist when he saw A’Fei pull out a dagger from his pocket, flashing it and twirling it in front of him.

"What do you think I want to do?"

A’Fei snickered.

Zhou Dafu shivered and dared not resist anymore. He was taken to a corner, extremely frightened, and said, "Brother, I can give you money, just please don’t stab me."

"Such a fucking coward, all fatty no guts, crumbles at the sight of a knife, worthless."

A’Fei stepped aside, sneering at Zhou Dafu with a mocking laugh.

At the same time, Chen Cang also stepped out with three underlings, watching Zhou Dafu coldly.

"Fly, you brought people to block me?"

Zhou Dafu was stunned and asked angrily.

"Heh, the dead fatso used to be a coward, but after hanging out with Tang Ming for a few days, he got gutsy, even daring to call me ’Fly.’

Chen Cang extended a hand to pinch Zhou Dafu’s chubby face, smacking it twice and said, "Tang Ming is not here now; I can cripple you and no one will help you, got it?"

"You dare?"

Zhou Dafu calmed down and regained some confidence. He knew very well what kind of person Chen Cang was — the more you begged for mercy, the harder he hit. And he also had Tang Ming as his backup, which gave him somewhat of a foundation to stand on.

"Why wouldn’t I dare? I can’t stand up to Tang Ming, but can’t I lay a hand on you?"

Chen Cang said ferociously, "Brothers, let’s teach this fatso a lesson first."