118: Chapter 117 My Ideal Is Very Grand 118: Chapter 117 My Ideal Is Very Grand “Boys, do you agree with what Fatty just said?” Song Yun said with a smile, “Today we made an easy 500 bucks without anything happening.
You don’t get this kind of opportunity often.”
“All good as long as you’ve decided,” someone shouted loudly.
Getting 500 in the wallet without much happening was a small fortune for those at the bottom rung.
“Alright then, brothers, you can pay the fees, but if you dare to deceive me, hmph, you should know the consequences,” Song Yun said with a cold glance at Fatty Jin.
Where could Fatty Jin dare to say anything else?
He could only nod continuously, agreeing to such a way out.
Though he had to part with more than a hundred thousand all at once, as long as his foundation remained, he could make it back in a few months.
Besides, how could he let himself foot the bill?
He felt wronged too, you know.
He was just sleeping comfortably in bed with his mistress early in the morning when a call dragged him out of bed.
If he didn’t make that kid pay up, he’d be a fool.
“Hua Zi, you’ll handle today’s incident.
I hope you can wrap this up nicely.” Fatty Jin handed off the matter to a skinny guy still trembling beside him.
The skinny guy, called Hua Zi, glanced at Fatty Jin and then at Song Yun, and reluctantly said, “Brother, I’ll take care of it.”
Fatty Jin patted Hua Zi on the shoulder with a revolting, encouraging look, “My girl is in your hands; I’m relieved.
Tonight, come over for dinner.
I’ll ask your sister-in-law to cook a few extra dishes for you.”
Seeing the suggestive interaction between Fatty Jin and Hua Zi, Song Yun couldn’t help but shiver.
Could it be that Hua Zi had his eyes set on Fatty Jin?
And the woman was simply an accessory?
“Mr.
Song, we’re all settled for today, right?” Fatty Jin approached with a flattering tone.
“It’s my fault this time.
I’ll hold a banquet another day to apologize.
You must come, please.”
“Know your place.
Is Mr.
Song someone you can just invite?” Wu Li said with a cold face, “Don’t act all cutesy after getting a bargain.
Don’t think I don’t know what you’re planning.
Just wanting to use the guise of a banquet to make connections and then flaunt our name outside, huh?
Let me tell you, Fatty, if you think that way, I’ll slice off all your fat and serve it with drinks.”
The plan in Fatty Jin’s mind was indeed exposed by Wu Li, but he couldn’t show too much surprise.
He could only offer an apologetic smile, “Of course not, of course not.
If you gentlemen visit my place, I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of.”
“Enough of that disgusting act; it makes me want to puke.
I’m done with my business, but this guy’s isn’t,” Song Yun said, pointing at Old Liu.
“Mr.
Song, let’s just let it go, shall we?
We’re all just trying to make a living; it’s not easy for anyone,” Old Liu, always an honest man who usually dealt with the lowest of the society, had never seen a situation like today and was terrified.
“Like I said, if I’m going to back you up, I’m going to do it right.
That Ferrari is too flashy; you know what to do, right?” Song Yun stared at Fatty Jin.
Fatty Jin looked at Hua Zi with pity, thinking about this kid who thought he could show off with a bit of family money.
Now, he had stirred up trouble with the wrong deity and it seemed today, not only would he have to cough up the money, but his brand-new car would also suffer.
Hua Zi, feeling uneasy under Fatty Jin’s gaze, knew his own predicament well, but seeing the crowd outside getting ready, he gritted his teeth and stamped his foot, “I’m tired of this car, too.
I’ll go smash it right now.”
After saying that, he took a steel pipe passed to him by someone nearby and with clenched teeth, repeatedly smashed it onto his own beloved car.
Each strike hit his own heart, his own flesh.
His family might be rich, but money shouldn’t be squandered like this.
His new car has become scrap just like that; how could he explain to his family?
Once the car was trashed, Hua Zi said wearily, “Bro, I followed your word on this, let us off the hook, will you?”
“Uh?
Who told you to smash the car?” Song Yun glared.
“No, no, it’s just that the car was too flashy and didn’t match my temperament, so I smashed it,” Hua Zi muttered, shrinking his neck.
“Not bad, kid; you have potential.
Since that’s the case, let’s all disperse.
Don’t forget the promise you made to the brothers,” Song Yun said leisurely.
“Old Liu, serve up some steamed buns and a bowl of egg soup for me.
My stomach’s aching from smoking so early in the morning.”
After leisurely finishing his breakfast and grabbing several more baskets of buns from Old Liu’s to take back to the villa, Song Yun took care of the three ladies’ breakfast.
Li Shishi was picked up by her driver to go to work, and Xiao Qing also mentioned that she had relatives coming from her hometown that she needed to entertain, leaving only Qingluan.
Qingluan and Song Yun were staring at each other, unsure of what to do next; even playing Dou Dizhu would require another player.
Suddenly, Qingluan slammed the table, stood up, and gestured to Song Yun, “This is boring.
Let’s have a fight between us.”
Hearing this, Song Yun bolted, as he had just recovered from an injury and didn’t fancy another few days in bed.
Song Yun drove to his gang’s headquarters.
With nothing pressing today, he planned to give his subordinates a wake-up call, telling them not to cause trouble just for the sake of it.
He intended to lead everyone on an upright path and discuss future plans—perhaps even to help pull some of them out of the underworld.
Having called all the higher-ups to the meeting room, Song Yun listened to a few suggestions and then suddenly stood up, hitting the table.
“No, absolutely not,” Song Yun shouted, pounding on the conference table, “Don’t you guys have any grand dreams?
Can’t you come up with some strategic, actionable suggestions?
What’s all this about making threats, dammit?
Do you think this is a movie?
Wang Hu, have you been watching too much ‘The Godfather’?
We’re decent people now; we should be doing decent work.”
Taking a breath and lighting a cigarette, Song Yun said, “Now, one by one, tell me what your dreams are.”
Wang Hu scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, “I’m a rough guy; I don’t have any big dreams.
Just want to make sure my family is safe and sound, that’s all.”
“If this isn’t a big dream, then what is?
The world is vast but family is the most important.
And to protect your family, what do you need?
You need strength; without it, everything else is worthless,” Song Yun took a drag and asked, “Li Tang, what’s your dream?”
“My dream is, well, grand,” said Li Hu, nodding mysteriously after speaking, then closed his mouth as if what he was about to say was of utmost secrecy.