Chapter 37: The Pistol

Zhang Jinfa called for someone to get medicine, and upon hearing this, he was shocked once more.

No one knew Zhou Wu's martial arts better than he did; half of the status he currently held in the Xicheng area had been fought for by Zhou Wu.

"A master?" Zhang Jinfa said in a deep voice, "Tell me in detail."

Zhou Wu was an honest character; he did not cover things up or try to make excuses for himself, and he told the whole story from beginning to end.

Zhang Jinfa's face was full of disbelief, and he subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "You mean—the other party put you down with just one move!"

Zhou Wu nodded; because his nose was stuffed with toilet paper, his voice sounded muffled: "Brother, his strikes were too fast! I couldn't react at all..."

Zhang Jinfa's brows were tightly locked, and he felt some doubt in his heart.

It wasn't that he didn't trust Zhou Wu, but it was truly too unbelievable. To be able to beat Zhou Wu unconscious with just one punch—was this even human? But to say Zhou Wu was exaggerating was also impossible.

Firstly, Zhou Wu wasn't that kind of person, and secondly, he had no need to sacrifice his own face to desperately praise someone else.

Zhang Jinfa's eyeballs rolled around as he pondered this matter.

He then asked: "Xiaowuzi, do you still remember what that person looked like?"

Zhou Wu said: "He was about my height, maybe a bit sturdier, and he was wearing a coat at the time... crew cut, thick eyebrows and big eyes, looked quite spirited..."

Zhang Jinfa pursed his lips, already suspecting Ning Weidong.

Previously, when Wang Jingsheng mentioned Ning Weidong, he had brought up a few words about him.

It was just that he wasn't sure: was Ning Weidong really that formidable?

Seeing Zhang Jinfa's expression, Zhou Wu, who had been with him for many years, could guess a thing or two and warned: "Brother, this person... is not to be trifled with. If you really have ideas..." He hesitated here, but finally gritted his teeth and said: "If you really have to go up against him—Brother, believe me, knives definitely won't work; you must use an FN Browning."

Zhang Jinfa gasped; he hadn't expected Zhou Wu's assessment of the situation to be so dire.

Zhou Wu knew that Zhang Jinfa had a thirteen-round FN Browning pistol.

But using a gun was no joke; once a shot was fired, the matter would become huge.

Zhang Jinfa was not brainless; he had understood long ago that when out in society, everything was empty, and only money was real.

If things really blew up, the situation he had worked so hard to establish would be destroyed in an instant.

Zhang Jinfa's brows twisted into a knot, and he didn't make a sound for a long time.

It wasn't until over a minute later that he let out a long sigh, reached into his pocket, pulled out a few Big Unity notes, and stuffed them into Zhou Wu's hand: "Wuzi, rest well at home for these few days."

Zhou Wu said "Mm," and these notes, totaling about five or six, were truly quite a lot.

He also felt a sense of relief in his heart.

Although Zhang Jinfa didn't say it explicitly, the meaning was very clear: he intended to back down.

Although Zhou Wu was straightforward, he wasn't stupid.

After being "restarted" by one punch, he didn't want to experience that again for the rest of his life.

Therefore, while saying he should use a gun wasn't a lie, it also wasn't without the intention of scaring Zhang Jinfa so that he would know when to retreat.

On the other side, Ning Weidong did not know that Zhang Jinfa's side had already lost their nerve.

He put away those Ocean Coins and went back into his room to sleep.

He had worked the night shift yesterday, and although he took turns resting with Wang Yong, it was just a nap.

He slept until after three in the afternoon, when he was woken up by a round of knocking on the door.

"Weidong, are you in?" It was Bai Fengyu's voice.

Ning Weidong opened his eyes, glanced at the alarm clock, gave a muffled response, and got up to open the door.

On such a cold day, Ning Weidong was wearing his undershirt and long johns; he opened the latch but immediately shrank back. "Sister, what's the matter?" Ning Weidong stood by the stove, rubbing his face, which had just woken up.

Bai Fengyu followed him in, pulled the door shut behind her, and couldn't help but blush when she saw Ning Weidong's appearance.

The undershirts and long johns of this time didn't have much elasticity and were all loose and baggy.

But Ning Weidong had a strong physique, and the undershirt and long johns had been bought a few years ago, so they were a size too small now.

The pant legs were stretched tight by his thigh muscles, with a bulging mass right there.

Bai Fengyu hurriedly shifted her gaze, not daring to look more, and stammered: "Weidong, that... the money..."

Unless it was one's own parents, no matter the relationship, it was always hard to bring up money face-to-face.

Bai Fengyu didn't know that Ning Weidong had just made a windfall, and the two hundred yuan that was crushing her until she couldn't breathe was nothing to Ning Weidong.

After confirming that Ning Weidong had no interest in Bai Fengqin, Bai Fengyu was also trying to find a way.

But she thought and thought and couldn't come up with a solution.

Those five Ocean Coins last time had already been her limit.

It was true that Bai Fengyu was a smart woman, but intelligence couldn't be eaten as a meal; without a proper job and lacking social resources, it was very difficult for her to earn money.

Unless she was willing to loosen her belt, but she wasn't reconciled to that, nor could she let go of her pride; if that kind of thing got out, she would never be able to hold her head up as a person again.

Ning Weidong saw Bai Fengyu's urgency and could also understand the crux of the matter.

That Bai Fengyu could firmly hold onto this house after Ma Liang ran away, and even bring her sister over to live there, certainly involved some unknown maneuvers, but her reputation and persona were very important.

In the courtyard, people like Wang Yuzhen, who didn't get along with Bai Fengyu, were actually the exception.

Bai Fengyu's reputation had always been good—helpful, kind-hearted, enthusiastic, and diligent... these words were often used to describe her, and when something happened, people in the courtyard were willing to speak up for her.

She valued these things highly; they were her protective talisman for survival.

But the premise was that she had to live in the courtyard, and everyone had to be neighbors.

Once she lost the house and was no longer a resident here, the reputation she had cultivated would be wiped clean.

This was reality.

Bai Fengyu was exceptionally clear in her heart that there could be no problems with the house!

When Ma Liang ran away, one of the important conditions for her to continue living here was that Ma Liang's external debts had to be covered by her.

Otherwise, the old couple of the Ma Family would not have left this house alone.

If Ning Weidong truly stopped caring, the remaining two hundred Ocean Coins would not be covered, and this debt would very likely return to the Ma Family.

When that time came, the Ma Family would inevitably reclaim the house and drive the two sisters away.

Bai Fengyu was determined not to let things reach that point.

Ning Weidong sighed and said, "Sister, you sold those few Ocean Coins for a total of twenty-five, I thought of a way to scrape together ten myself, and we are still short one hundred and sixty-five."

Bai Fengyu pursed her lips; if she had known earlier, she shouldn't have returned the money to Ning Weidong yesterday.

But the wood was already carved into a boat; regret was useless.

Not to mention that she couldn't bring herself to ask, even if she spoke up now, it was impossible for Ning Weidong to take the money out again.

Ning Weidong added, "Sister, don't worry too much, I'll think of another way, aren't there still two days left~"

Bai Fengyu thought to herself, what can be done in two days? That isn't ten or twenty coins.

If there really were another way, why would she have joined the Black Signature Society to raise money?

Thinking of this, Bai Fengyu felt increasingly powerless: "Could it be that in the end, I still cannot bypass this hurdle, and must go find that person?" ——The new book is on the road, seeking recommendation votes, seeking collections! (End of this chapter)