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I nodded. I knew that Xiao Guolin was not left-handed; we had worked together for a while, and I was clear on such basic information. I thought this was just a prelude, and I was waiting for Xiao Ting to reveal the real secret.
At that moment, Xiao Ting's expression was grim, as if a strong negative emotion was controlling her actions.
She slowly stood up and looked at me. "Then I'm leaving."
"I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving..."
In my room, even a fart would require me to quickly open a window for ventilation, so there was naturally no echo. However, Xiao Ting's words echoed in my mind like a refrain until her figure disappeared, and only then did the resonance fade from my thoughts.
A scammer.
When I first started working, a senior once told me that a woman's words could not be fully trusted, and I had always regarded it as a maxim. It seemed he was completely wrong; it should be that none could be trusted at all.
Birds of a feather flock together. That saying is the truth! Spending too much time with Fatty had taught this girl how to deceive as well.
With such a nasty experience, my mood was understandably foul. I had no desire to look at the computer; I even felt an impulse to chase after her and clarify things. Glancing outside the door, I saw that Xiao Ting's figure had vanished, replaced by a sneaky-looking character—Huang Hai.
He stood outside the door, half his face visible, his beady eyes staring at me blankly. Clearly an unhidden voyeur.
I was already in a bad mood, and seeing him only made it worse. It immediately reminded me of the invitation I had seen at Zhang's Steamed Buns shop.
I waved him over. "Come here; I need to talk to you."
I planned to spit some verbal fire right in his face.
Huang Hai seemed to notice my displeasure and hesitated for a moment before stepping inside. However, as soon as he entered, he nearly knocked the breath out of me.
"Brother Qiang, let Miss Xiao take care of this. Do you think she's just anyone? Have you considered that Gangzi's woman is no ordinary person? Goodness, your arms are covered in blood. Did you not get yourself hurt while fighting?"
I was about to roll my eyes. If this reached Fatty's ears, I would be in trouble.
"Are your eyes on your backside? Are you looking at people with your rear? Do you think this is a joke? You're just as much of a joke as Fatty! I give you a bit of face, and you don't even realize how many bowls of rice you can eat. It seems you've forgotten the pain after healing; have you forgotten how Fatty dealt with you back then? No worries, I won't touch you. I'll just let Fatty hear what you said and see how he handles you."
"Brother Qiang, please, let's settle our own matters. I have a loose tongue; can't you just slap me a couple of times to vent your anger? Don't involve Gangzi."
It seemed he was terrified of Fatty to his core; the moment I mentioned handing him over to Fatty, he nearly wet himself.
I replied, "Fine."
I swung my arm, ready to give him a good slap.
Unexpectedly, as soon as my arm moved, Huang Hai dashed out the door with a quick 'whoosh.'
"Damn it, you're really going to hit me!"
Huang Hai shouted from the yard. Two construction workers from the shop rushed out to see what was happening. Seeing the crowd gathering, Huang Hai realized I wouldn't be able to hit him now and became even more brazen, shouting in the yard, "Zhang's! Don't think I'm afraid of you; I never was before, and I certainly won't be now!"
I was furious. Since I opened this shop, I had never encountered such nonsense. Overall, I considered myself a cultured person, and I really couldn't adapt to solving problems in such a shrewish manner.
I waved at him. "Come inside. Don't make a scene out here."
"I'll make a scene if I want!" Huang Hai leaned in closer and added, "Aren't you going to do anything?"
I nodded. "I have something to ask you."
"Swear an oath."
"Get lost! Hurry up and come in! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll take care of you myself."
I had never seen anyone so unreasonable. I was on the verge of rushing out to kick him.
Seeing that I was genuinely angry, Huang Hai finally shuffled inside.
I shooed away the two construction workers who were watching the commotion and asked Huang Hai, "What's going on with the invitations? They've all been sent to the neighbors. Where else are you sending them? If you're inviting so many people, how are we going to manage? Our courtyard is this small; you can't just shove everyone out onto the street."
Upon hearing this, Huang Hai perked up.
"Brother Qiang, don't worry about that. We'll hold the opening ceremony right here in our shop, and then everyone will go to the hotel. All the activities will take place at the hotel; we won't have to worry about space."
"Is the sun rising from the west? Are you really willing to spend money to treat so many people? Just how many did you invite?"
"Over five hundred; I estimate they will all show up."
"Huh. How much is this going to cost? It's rare for you to be so generous."
"Hehe," Huang Hai said with a sly smile. "Someone is sponsoring."
Damn. No wonder. Here I am, stingy to the core, and he’s throwing a feast for five hundred people. He must be renting out the whole hotel.
What kind of fool would fall for this? Most of the sponsorship he brought in is probably using my name, and I’ll have to pay it back eventually—meaning I’ll be the one stuck with the bill. Just thinking about it makes my head spin.
"Who’s foolish enough to pick up the tab for you? Don’t expect me to clean up your mess; let’s get that straight."
"This has nothing to do with you; it's Ouyang sponsoring."
I caught on quickly. "At Old Cao's hotel, right?"
"Exactly, Brother Qiang. It won’t cost you anything to host it there."
Of course not; it’s the best hotel in the city, and even the highest-end hotels in the provincial capital can’t compare.
I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy for Ouyang Jian. To win Tang Yumo's favor, he was really going all out, even getting into a brawl at a hotel without managing to cool his temper. Now he was trying another way to win her over, likely showcasing his wealth and planning a financial offensive.
"Fine, as long as I don’t have to clean up after you, do whatever you want."
"You have to go; people in the circle are counting on you to show up."
I thought about it and realized he was right. In the Antique Circle of the city, Huang Hai didn’t have much standing. Fatty had a bit of a reputation, but it wasn’t great either; those from Ground-Digging backgrounds weren’t well-liked in that circle.
"Alright, I'll socialize with the people in my circle then."
"And that red envelope is mine."
"What? There's a red envelope too?"
"Do you think I'm going to let them eat and drink for free? In a hotel of this caliber, it would be embarrassing not to give out red envelopes. This is our grand opening; we have to make it classy."
I, Huang Hai, rushed around sending out invitations, only to find out it was all for the sake of the red envelopes. My expression darkened immediately.
Huang Hai was caught up in his excitement and didn't notice the change in my face; he kept chatting away.
"I estimate that this time the red envelopes we collect will be enough to pay off our debts. These debts need to be settled soon; once you and Fatty leave, the creditors won't be so friendly. We don't need to rush to pay back the car fare for now; after all, we still have the car. If worse comes to worst, we can just return it. Qiangzi, did you hear that? The car I’m talking about is your Black Mercedes SUV." (To Be Continued...)
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