Looking at the group of idiots lying on the ground, still groaning and moaning in pain, Xu Zhengyang curled his lips and thought to himself, "Well, no wonder Chen Chaojiang always seems so cool. He took down several people by himself. He's really fierce. It's fun for others to watch, and it's fun for me too!" It's just a pity that there's no audience at all in the middle of the night, especially no young female audience.
How about next time there's such a good opportunity, we change it to broad daylight and use ghost messengers to escort a group of people to the front of a female dormitory at a university, making a grand and impressive scene? What a spectacular sight that would be.
Volume 4, City God Chapter 190: Whoever dares to cheat, I will cheat them.
I've seen people bully others blatantly before. But I've never seen anyone bully someone like Xu Zhengyang, especially someone who's used to bullying others.
"I'm extorting you!" he said it so matter-of-factly, so arrogantly.
When had Deng Qingfu ever suffered such humiliation? So even if Xu Zhengyang was the King of Heaven, he wouldn't just hand over a million yuan in cash to Xu Zhengyang for no reason. What difference would that make from asking him to kneel down to Xu Zhengyang? As for those few ruthless guys who were originally planning to commit a vicious and cruel massacre, no matter how suspicious their stories were, Deng Qingfu used them as excuses for being incompetent and more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything.
As for threatening to kill his two sons... Deng Qingfu snorted coldly, "No matter how good you are at fighting, do you dare to openly come to my territory and kill my sons? Besides, even if you have connections and backing, and can take me down and some of my men through the law, my two sons haven't committed any crimes."
That's true. Xu Zhengyang really didn't intend to kill Deng Qingfu's two sons in a fit of anger. That would be too ruthless and decisive. That's not what a god does, that's what a demon does.
The next morning at noon, no phone call came, and no one delivered money to Xu Zhengyang.
Xu Zhengyang wasn't in a hurry or angry; he had expected this all along. It would be a miracle if Deng Qingfu actually handed over the money. Clearly, he hadn't seen anything like it yet.
Outside the antique market, Fuxing Street is lined with tall and lush plane trees, whose dense foliage blocks out the sunlight, casting dappled shadows.
At a barbecue stall, Xu Zhengyang and Yao Chushun sat at a small table, eating grilled lamb skewers and drinking draft beer, chatting and laughing happily.
Xu Zhengyang said, "Master Gu, if we were to take out money from our store for investment now, how much could we come up with?"
"Huh? What are you going to do?" Yao Chushun asked, puzzled.
"I haven't decided yet, I'm just asking first," Xu Zhengyang said with a relaxed expression.
"What the hell are you doing? Are you out of your mind?" Yao Chushun roared. "You don't care about the Gu Xiang Xuan shop, you don't manage Jinghui Logistics Company, and now you want to invest in something else... I know your own limitations, what do you know!"
Xu Zhengyang didn't take it to heart. He smiled, ate a skewer of meat, wiped his mouth, took out a cigarette, and offered one to someone, saying, "It's okay if we don't know anything, we can use people who do. If all else fails, we can find someone to partner with..."
"Damn, are you going to shirk your responsibilities again?" Yao Chushun said irritably. "Zhengyang, aren't you afraid of getting taken advantage of?"
"Who dares to cheat me?" Xu Zhengyang said disdainfully.
Yao Chushun stared at Xu Zhengyang as if he were an alien. After a dozen seconds of stunned silence, he said, "You wouldn't be thinking of doing business under Old Li's name, would you? No one would dare to cheat you that way."
"Come on, I wouldn't dare," Xu Zhengyang said with a laugh.
"No way. I'm not going to mess around with you. The money in Gu Xiang Xuan can't be touched carelessly." Yao Chushun shook his head and refused.
Xu Zhengyang curled his lip and said, "Tell me your bottom line, how much money do you have? I'll trade you some antiques, okay?"
"You son of a bitch!" Yao Chushun roared. "So you really did have something up your sleeve. Why didn't you bring it out sooner?"
“The store doesn’t need any,” Xu Zhengyang said matter-of-factly.
Yao Chushun said helplessly, "The shop doesn't have much money available. We need working capital to keep things running. Isn't most of the money in your pocket?"
"What are you saying? That's all money I earned from selling antiques, not money from the shop!" Xu Zhengyang retorted, glaring at him.
"Anyway, the store only has a little over two million, so I can't let you use it."
"Hmm." Xu Zhengyang wiped his hands and scratched his head.
Yao Chushun's eyes darted around and he said, "If you're in a hurry for money, take out the goods you have. As long as they're good, you won't have to worry about not being able to sell them."
"Zheng Ronghua?"
"He's not the only one..."
Xu Zhengyang nodded and muttered to himself, "I really need to ask Zheng Ronghua for help later."
That's true. Xu Zhengyang doesn't have the ability to take over the lucrative Jingniang Lake tourist area. He doesn't understand business management, and he doesn't have that much money to take it over. His current plan is to find a partner and then continue to be a hands-off manager.
As for whether he would be betrayed by his partner, Xu Zhengyang was not worried at all.
In Fuhe City, who could possibly cheat Xu Zhengyang in his business dealings?
Deng Qingfu is about to be finished. He owns four tourist resorts, bathhouses, hotels, and other businesses, which is no small amount.
Just as Xu Zhengyang was pondering whether to have a meal with Zheng Ronghua to discuss whether Zheng Ronghua could invest in the tourism company, Su Peng's voice came through his mind:
"Sir, Deng Qingfu does not intend to give Xu Zhengyang that one million."
"Oh, let Deng Zixing and Deng Zichang come and fight him, draw their knives."
"Yes... sir, there's something I'm not sure if I should say."
"explain."
"Sir, even if Deng Qingfu agrees to give Xu Zhengyang the money, it will be detrimental to Xu Zhengyang. The police are currently investigating Deng Qingfu, and once he is formally arrested, Xu Zhengyang will also be implicated."
"It's alright, go do your thing."
"Yes, sir."
...
One million is no small sum; it will definitely attract the attention of the police, and they will inevitably investigate Xu Zhengyang. However, Xu Zhengyang is not worried at all.
On the sofa in Deng Qingfu's office in the Jingniang Lake scenic area, which stretches for tens of kilometers.
Captain Su Peng of the Ghost Messengers looked at Deng Qingfu, who was sitting behind his desk with his eyes closed in deep thought, and shook his head with a wry smile.
Wang Yonggan, who had just been summoned back from the capital, chuckled and asked, "Captain, what's troubling you?"
"Sigh, as a captain of the ghost messengers, I'm under a lot of pressure." Su Peng sighed, got up and walked out.
Wang Yonggan curled his lip. He thought to himself, "What pressure are you under? I'd love to be the team leader, but I wouldn't dare tell the adults."
Not long after the two ghost messengers left, Deng Zixing, who had just turned thirty, and Deng Zichang, who was twenty-four, walked in from outside.
Deng Qingfu asked casually, "Is there something you need?"
The two sons ignored him and instead took a few steps to either side to create some distance between them. Then, with two quick swishes, they struck the classic Wong Fei-hung pose at each other.
"Huh? What are you doing?" Deng Qingfu was amused by his sons' neurotic behavior, but also a little angry.
Unexpectedly, his two sons still ignored him, but stared at each other and slowly walked in circles, just like two martial arts masters in a movie who were about to fight, testing each other, neither daring to make the first move.
"Hey!" Deng Qingfu roared.
Before he could even reprimand them, his two sons attacked!
Ugh... I'll hit you!
Crackle, pop, bang...
Well, there weren't any exciting martial arts fight scenes like in the movies. The two brothers were wrestling and fighting each other, using their fists, feet, arms, legs, and even their teeth. They looked so fierce that they didn't want to stop until they were dead.
"Stop! Stop! Stop right now!" Deng Qingfu shouted as he got up and ran over to stop the two crazed brothers.
Deng Qingfu pulled his eldest son, Deng Zixing, who had gained the upper hand, aside and shouted sternly, "Are you two crazy?"
Deng Zixing stared blankly at Deng Qingfu. Then he swung his arm and shoved Deng Qingfu aside, before lunging at Deng Zichang, who had just gotten up from the ground.
Deng Zichang pulled a sharp, cold-edged knife from his pocket and grinned menacingly as he approached.
Just as the two were about to touch, they suddenly stopped. Deng Zixing looked down at his body, raised and lowered his arms, and twisted his body.
Deng Zichang, meanwhile, brandished a sharp knife in front of the other man's body.
The two brothers seemed to be looking for the right spot to stab someone.
Deng Qingfu was greatly suspicious, shocked, and furious: "Stop! Put the knife down!"
Deng Zixing turned around, then bent over and stuck out his buttocks.
Deng Zichang grinned and plunged a knife into Deng Zixing's buttocks. Blood gushed out from the blade.
"Ah!" A piercing scream of pain echoed through the room two seconds later.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Deng Zichang asked, his face full of worry and fear.
Deng Zixing lay on his side on the ground, clutching his buttocks, and cried out in pain, "Call a doctor right now! Ah, you've stabbed me to death! Who the hell stabbed my butt...?"
"Ah, brother, wait, wait..." Deng Zichang hurriedly ran to the door and opened it. At this moment, several people had already run over after hearing the screams outside.
Deng Qingfu was so shocked he couldn't speak. He ran over, squatted down, and pulled at his son, saying, "You're all crazy! You're all crazy!"
The phone on the table rang.
Several people rushed into the house, hurriedly lifted Deng Zixing up, and rushed out.
Deng Qingfu followed him to the door, and after a slight hesitation as if he had just heard the phone ring, he turned around, went back to his desk, and picked up the phone.
"Hello!"
"Boss Deng, I am Xu Zhengyang."
"What... what do you want to do?" Deng Qingfu's heart skipped a beat, as if he had realized something.
"Before 2 PM, take 1.5 million to Gu Xiang Xuan in the Fuhe City antique market and buy two wood carvings. Hmm, they can ward off evil spirits," Xu Zhengyang said with a smile.
"you……"
"Don't believe me if you don't want to," Xu Zhengyang said nonchalantly. "The price will go up tomorrow, really."
The call ended.
Deng Qingfu loosened his grip, and the phone fell to the table with a loud thud.
...
At a barbecue stall next to Fuxing Street, Xu Zhengyang put his phone in his pocket and smiled at Yao Chushun, who was still in a daze, saying, "Master Gu, if someone comes to buy wood carvings this afternoon, just give him a couple..."
"Zhengyang, are you trying to scam me?"
"That's a very unpleasant thing to say." Xu Zhengyang shook his head in dissatisfaction, then said mysteriously, "Master Gu, you're an expert. If you know of any wood carving worth 1.5 million, just exaggerate it. If anyone comes back with a wood carving and asks about it later, just say they switched it..."
Yao Chushun glared and said, "Fuck your father! I, Master Gu, would never do such a thing!"
"Am I a bad person?" Xu Zhengyang asked.
"..." Yao Chushun paused for a moment, "You're very bad right now."
Xu Zhengyang grinned sheepishly and said seriously, "An eye for an eye... Whoever dares to cheat, I dare to cheat!"
"Who is this Boss Deng?" Yao Chushun asked.
"Oh, a bastard who's about to go to jail and be sentenced to death."
Yao Chushun nodded as if he had just understood: "I understand."
Volume Four, City God Chapter 191: Where are morality and humanity?