217: Chapter 216: Begin Action 217: Chapter 216: Begin Action Since the dishes were already eaten, Song Yun did not plan to clarify the whole story.
This was a kind gesture from all the women, and since it was well-meant, Song Yun could not just refute it indiscriminately.
After eating two dishes, Song Yun watched as Li Shishi served the ‘Drunken Shrimp’, picking one from the dish.
The shrimp, still lively to the bite, had a fresh and delicious taste.
“How’s this dish?
Xiaoqing taught me this, hand by hand.
You can’t say it’s not tasty,” Li Shishi said with anticipation.
“Who said it isn’t tasty?
It’s very good, even better than what those chefs in the hotels make,” Song Yun said with a smile.
“Of course, didn’t you see who I am?” Li Shishi said proudly.
“And the ingredients you provided me with are pretty great; otherwise, these shrimp wouldn’t be so delicious.”
“…” Song Yun felt that something was amiss, but having just been tricked by Qingluan, there wasn’t much he couldn’t accept anymore.
“I spent quite a while looking for alcohol to make this ‘Drunken Shrimp’, and finally, I found a bottle in the cupboard.
You wouldn’t believe it, but even though the label was blurred, you could smell the aroma of alcohol as soon as I opened it,” Li Shishi giggled.
“Ptui,” he spat out the shrimp in his mouth.
Song Yun finally understood where his unease was coming from.
Dammit, he was tricked, it was a calamity; that bottle of alcohol was his own prized collection.
Not to mention its monetary value, just the label of a fifty-year-old Maotai alone would make people envy him to death.
He had spent 230,000 to buy it at an auction, thinking of saving it to share with his dad when the family reunited.
And now, someone had opened it.
Song Yun felt his world turning dark and utterly hopeless.
He was hit with the urge to die.
“What’s wrong?
Is it not tasty?” Li Shishi asked anxiously.
“Impossible; I’ll try one.”
Li Shishi picked up another shrimp and realized it tasted pretty good…
only, why was she feeling slightly dizzy?
“This one’s aged; you normally should blend such alcohol with fresh liquor before drinking.
You’ve poured the whole bottle into it; it looks like you’re not fortunate enough to enjoy,” Song Yun shook his head.
He was lucky to have a few more good bottles of alcohol.
After dinner, he had to find a good place to hide them.
Otherwise, if one girl opened a bottle today and another tomorrow, when he wanted to entertain guests, it would be a total mess.
“Uh, why does my head feel so woozy?” Li Shishi looked at Song Yun with a confused smile.
“Song Yun, can you do magic?
You seem to have two heads.”
“Shishi, you’re drunk.
Drink some beverage and rest for a bit,” Song Yun said, resigned.
“I…
how could I be drunk?
I didn’t drink any alcohol.
Ah, Song Yun, stop swaying.” Li Shishi, sitting next to Song Yun, wrapped her arms around him, her hands thumping onto his face.
“Now you’ve stopped moving, but why do you still have two heads?”
Song Yun looked at Li Shishi, who was adorably tilting her head looking at him, and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“Shishi, drink some beverage to sober up.”
“Ouch, I’m not drunk.
I just feel…
I just feel a bit hot,” Li Shishi said as she took off her jacket and fanned herself with it.
“Sister Shishi, let me take you back to your room to rest,” Xiao Qing stood up and helped the staggering Li Shishi back to her room.
“Leave this dish to me; otherwise, if each of you ends up like Shishi, it’ll be a mess,” Song Yun shook his head.
Not allowing them to eat didn’t mean they would obediently refrain.
Despite seeing what happened to Li Shishi, each of them firmly believed in their capacity to hold liquor, confident that drinking poses no issue, so how could they be brought down by a dish?
Qingluan was okay, given her strong physical state, her face grew a bit flushed after eating plenty without any discomfort, while Xiaoqing stopped after one shrimp.
She wanted to taste it and didn’t end up like Li Shishi.
Song Yun watched as dishes worth over 200,000 were eaten voraciously, thinking that the same amount of money could cover any kind of dining experience outside.
But he, stubbornly, wanted to turn the cheapest dish into the most luxurious experience.
That’s called being willful when you have money.
While Song Yun was struggling with the dishes, Wang Dong faced even greater difficulties.
To keep things quiet, Wang Dong had selected only his trusted men for the police operation, also inviting two or three media outlets to expand the scope of the event.
But this also meant taking on more risk.
If the situation proved to be true, he would gain the limelight, but if false, even if he was promoted, his image among the higher-ups would be tarnished as reckless.
It was a gamble on Wang Dong’s future, which left him feeling uneasy.
He called the number that had provided him the information, but the other party was still unreachable.
“Chief, all the media have arrived.
Shall we move out?” a captain asked.
Seeing the time, it was already eight o’clock.
Wang Dong could not bother to call Song Yun for details and, after gearing up with a weapon, joined the media, stating, “We have received reports from the public stating that a drug trade will take place at the East Bay Pier at half-past eight tonight.
Therefore, we plan to crack down on this major case.
I hope our friends from the media can keep this under wraps to avoid spooking the suspects.
Alright, let’s head out.”
As he spoke, Wang Dong used his gift for oration.
He mentioned a drug trade, but if they discovered human trafficking, the shock would escalate, a matter closely related to public welfare.
Cracking such a case would greatly enhance his reputation among the people.
A convoy of police cars led the way, followed by three media vehicles.
They arrived at the East Bay Pier in a bit over twenty minutes.
Looking at the bustling pier, Wang Dong waved his hand, and over thirty armed policemen surrounded it.
He approached someone, demanding, “Call out whoever’s in charge here.
We’ve received a tip that you’re engaged in drug trafficking.
We need to inspect your goods.”
A middle-aged man came forward, bowing and scraping.
“We’re all legit business here, we definitely don’t have any illegal trafficking you’re mentioning.”
“Whether you do or not is for me to decide.
Hurry up and open the containers for inspection,” Wang Dong said sternly.
“We won’t wrongly accuse an innocent person, but neither will we let any criminal escape.”