599: Chapter 588 599: Chapter 588 The dinner party ended at a little past nine in the evening.
This level of dinner party wasn’t about a few people going out to drink, the more the later the better; everyone had their limits and exercised restraint.
After seeing off the guests together with Xu Hongxing, of course, referring to those most influential guests, the less significant ones didn’t have the privilege of being sent off by Xu Hongxing personally.
When most people had left, Xu Hongxing finally said, “Today marks the first step in your entry into the upper echelons of Sunan.
In the future, if you need to use these people, try to make the most of them.
Don’t worry about owing favors—between people, it’s the presence of such connections that draw relationships closer.
Besides, as you use them, they too will use you.
This is a society of mutual use.
These people are all shrewder than the next, and while dealing with them, you can learn a few things.
But be wary not to be used without even realizing it!”
“Understood, thank you for your concern, Mr.
Xu.” Song Yun sincerely thanked him.
“Hehe, don’t keep calling me Mr.
Xu; it sounds too formal.
Just call me Uncle Xu,” Xu Hongxing said with a laugh.
“Alright then, Uncle Xu, there’s nothing left for me to do here, so I’ll be going,” Song Yun said.
“Hmm, sure, remember to visit me when you’re free.
Spar more with that bastard Mao Shan, and don’t let him think too highly of himself all the time, acting as if he’s second only to Elder Wang,” Xu Hongxing said.
“I will, but as you know, I’ve been quite busy lately, so…”
“I know you’ve been busy.
Try to get your affairs on the right track as soon as possible.
You can trust Song Tieniu to a certain extent.
As for helping with your matters, I can’t intervene too much.
You should understand the various reasons for that.
In case of minor troubles, I might ask Mao Shan to assist you, but if big problems arise, I still can’t show my face in them.
I can only ensure your safety,” Xu Hongxing explained.
“Alright, I understand.
Then I’ll be off, Uncle Xu,” Song Yun said.
“Okay, take care on your way home.”
Song Yun got into his A6 parked aside, started the car, and drove towards the city center.
Shortly after Song Yun’s departure, a black Audi followed behind.
“Song Yun, I suggest that tonight when you return, you compile a list of the people you met today with their names and backgrounds, and then have someone investigate their details, including their hobbies, their rise to wealth.
Only then can you cater to their interests and foster better relationships,” Li Shishi whispered.
“I understand,” Song Yun nodded, then sighed, “It really is quite thought-provoking though.
In this day and age, even with my status, it’s complicated to enter the circles of these people, let alone those on the second or third tier.
No wonder those people would exhaust their brains for even the slightest chance to push forward.”
“Hehe, people always aspire to rise higher and advance further.
When I stayed at the Li Family Mansion, that was where I really saw people desperate to get in,” Li Shishi said.
“Indeed, advancement might come at a high price, but the benefits gained are usually much greater than what is sacrificed,” Song Yun remarked.
From the docks to the downtown area of Sunan, one had to travel a rather dimly lit national highway.
Not long after entering the highway, Song Yun spotted a white van parked up ahead, blocking a good portion of the roadway.
Around the white van stood about ten burly men, each holding iron rods or similar objects.
Song Yun slowly stopped his car, staying inside and observing the white van up ahead, while the Audi that had followed him passed by Song Yun’s vehicle and came to a halt.
Snap, snap, snap.
The sound of car doors closing.
Several men in suits got out of the Audi, four in total.
The leader had a particularly sinister appearance, with a gloomy gaze that easily sent shivers down one’s spine.
That man was none other than Meng Ku!
Without looking at the van ahead, Meng Ku walked over to Song Yun, bent down, and said, “Brother Yun, how would you like to handle this?”
“Leave the leader, throw the rest into the sea,” Song Yun said indifferently.
“Alright,” Meng Ku straightened up and walked forward.
“Well, aren’t we lucky tonight, catching two big fish at once?” the bald strong man standing in front of the van sneered, brandishing a machete over a meter long, its blade gleaming silver in the moonlight.
“Just get it over with,” Meng Ku said, not even bothering with the bald strong man, instead instructing his three subordinates, who responded in unison and advanced towards the group of ten.
“Tsk tsk, surely you four aren’t thinking of taking on us ten?
What, do you think you’re Huang Feihong or Ip Man?” The bald strong man laughed, sending a signal to his companions, who all raised their weapons and charged at Meng Ku and his men.
The machete-wielding bald strong man stood with arms crossed in self-satisfied triumph.
His brothers were all ex-military.
Though they seemed nonchalant, they had followed him all over the Martial World on various deals.
They were more skilled than they appeared, and anyone who underestimated them would simply end in death, with no second chance to say otherwise.
As Meng Ku’s group approached, they swiftly pulled out their weapons, but what they wielded weren’t knives, but triangular military spikes.
The bald strong man’s eyebrows twitched imperceptibly.
In common fights, people used sticks or clubs, but those who used military spikes were of two kinds: one type was the show-off guys.
If these were just posturing men, the bald strong man was sure they would meet a miserable end; not everyone could handle a military spike effectively.
Triangular spikes, the cream of the crop among military spikes, are even harder to master.
If amateurs attempted it, they’d be better off with kitchen knives—at least those had a more threatening swing.
However, if they were professionals, that would be problematic.
Those proficient with spikes were usually ruthless; they aimed for a quick, fatal blow, creating a large wound with a single thrust, and upon retraction, you were as good as dead.
The most frightening and lethal aspect of a triangular military spike was its three deep blood grooves.
Such grooves may appear insignificant, but they are deadly weapons.
Once thrust into the flesh, they cause a wound difficult to stitch up, with blood spurting out as if it were free, leaving little chance of survival even if rushed to a hospital.
At this moment, the bald strong man could only hope that these pretentious-looking men in suits were merely show-offs.
Yet, what fate loves most is to prove wishes wrong.
The two groups swiftly made contact.