Chapter 67: Zhou Xiaojun Borrows the Tiger's Might

Lin Dazhi glanced at Zhou Xiaojun, seeing him drunk and swaying as he stood there, and couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.

"Xiaojun, you've had quite a bit to drink," Lin Dazhi said, looking at Zhou Xiaojun with a faint smile.

Zhou Xiaojun looked at Lin Dazhi with bleary, drunken eyes, but the moment his gaze met Lin Dazhi's, he sobered up a little.

Although Lin Dazhi was smiling, his expression carried a hint of majesty, and there was an underlying sense of danger in his eyes.

This wasn't something Lin Dazhi was intentionally putting on; it was purely Zhou Xiaojun's intuition.

Although a hoodlum might not have much success, their eye for observing people and situations is absolutely top-tier. Having knocked about in society for so many years and seen so many different types of people, Zhou Xiaojun could basically tell at a glance who could be provoked and who couldn't.

Someone like Lin Dazhi, back when he was with his sister, belonged to the most ordinary class of bottom-dwellers. Especially during the time he was delivering food, every time Zhou Xiaojun saw him, his gaze was filled with contempt.

But the current Lin Dazhi was different; the confidence brought by a net worth of nearly one hundred million had bolstered his entire temperament. Zhou Xiaojun had seen those kinds of big shots before, and the aura Lin Dazhi possessed right now was similar to theirs.

He even had the illusion that Lin Dazhi was even more formidable than the big shots he had met!

For instance, Zhang Zong of Yuanzhi Real Estate; he had once met him at a gathering of a big boss, and he still remembered that aura vividly to this day.

But at this moment, although Lin Dazhi wasn't surrounded by lackeys, the aura he radiated actually felt more formidable than Zhang Zong's.

"Hehe, brother-in-law, I'm just having a casual drink with my buddies. Why don't you sit down and have a sip?" Zhou Xiaojun said with a sheepish grin, not even realizing himself that his speech had become much more coherent.

"No thanks, we're eating over there. I just heard Xiaoli's voice and came over to check. Alright, you guys chat, I'm heading back." Lin Dazhi waved his hand at Zhou Xiaojun and turned to walk back.

Seeing this, Bai Weiwei and Zhang Xiaoli followed closely behind Lin Dazhi, and in a short while, they disappeared around the corner.

Zhou Xiaojun's expression was terrible. He sat back down in his seat, and the more he thought about that scene just now, the more stifled he felt, until he couldn't help but slam the table hard.

"What's wrong, Junzi? Was that guy just now your brother-in-law? He looked pretty stuck-up!"

"Fuck, hogging two great beauties all by himself, isn't he afraid his kidneys won't be able to take it!"

"Damn it, watch your mouth, didn't you hear? One of them is our sister-in-law!"

"Then how can you let our sister-in-law go off to drink with another man? Can you just let that slide?"

"Right, let's go over and mess him up!"

"Mess him up!"

A few drunk, rowdy youths chimed in one after another, getting more and more agitated. Fueled by the alcohol, they were all getting worked up and were about to stand up and head across.

"Alright, shut the fuck up, all of you!" Zhou Xiaojun slammed the table, his eyes red.

The few rowdy youths were in high spirits, and caught off guard by Zhou Xiaojun slamming the table, they were all stunned.

One of them reacted and cursed, "Zhou Xiaojun, you've got some nerve, haven't you? Giving you an inch and you take a mile? You dare slam the table in front of Brother Tang?"

The person addressed as Brother Tang also had a very unpleasant expression. His name was Tang Huowang, and he was considered someone of note on the streets of Shangcheng District. In his eyes, someone like Zhou Xiaojun was just a small fry, and being able to drink with him was already doing him a favor. He hadn't expected Zhou Xiaojun to slam the table at him, and his gaze turned cold immediately.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaojun sobered up even more. He quickly stood up to explain, "Brother Tang, don't be angry. I'm not letting you go over there for your own good."

Hearing Zhou Xiaojun's words, Tang Huowang let out a cold laugh and said, "For my own good? How so? Tell me about it?"

Zhou Xiaojun knew that if he didn't give Brother Tang a reasonable explanation today, he would probably get a beating. He quickly said, "Brother Tang, this former brother-in-law of mine is no ordinary person. He's a badass with a net worth of over one hundred million now. He's not someone to mess with."

"What did you say? Over one hundred million?" Hearing Zhou Xiaojun's words, Tang Huowang's alcohol-induced haze cleared up quite a bit, and he stared with wide eyes as he asked.

The whole table went quiet.

Even a few people at the neighboring table heard the commotion and pricked up their ears.

News about rich and powerful big shots is always the hottest topic at the dinner tables of ordinary people.

Because for ordinary people, those people often represent power, mystery, and being out of reach.

Especially for these rowdy youths and hoodlums; if they were lucky enough one day to have a drink with a big boss, or if a big boss said something to them during a chance encounter, that would definitely be enough to brag about in their circle for months.

As for having done some favor for a big shot, even a trivial one, it would be enough for them to instantly become the most badass person in their small group. As long as they could say, "I'm working for Boss XX," they would definitely have face.

Zhou Xiaojun was a bottom-tier small fry in this circle. For one, he had no backing, and for another, he wasn't ruthless enough. Although he usually bragged quite a bit, he was still a bit cowardly at critical moments. Only when he was at home facing his family did he dare to be unscrupulous and willful; he was a typical bully at home.

Hearing words like "assets over one hundred million" from the mouth of someone like him was definitely like dropping a bomb in this small circle!

Even if he did say "former brother-in-law."

Hearing his words, Tang Huowang was no longer angry. He sat back down at the table and pulled up a chair, signaling for Zhou Xiaojun to sit next to him.

"Come, come, Xiaojun, tell me properly, what's going on? Is your former brother-in-law really that formidable? Then why did your sister divorce him?" Tang Huowang asked hurriedly.

Seeing that Boss Tang valued him so much, Zhou Xiaojun immediately felt a bit carried away and blurted out, "They just had a conflict. My sister has a bad temper and usually kept a tight leash on my brother-in-law. I guess they just hit a breaking point this time."

Of course, Zhou Xiaojun was too embarrassed to mention his sister Zhou Yue's infidelity during the marriage, so he deliberately described the reason for their divorce as a minor conflict. Because in his view, since his former brother-in-law had become a "big shot," saying it this way would make it seem like he was closer to Lin Dazhi, giving him face in front of his brothers.

"Then why is your girlfriend eating with your former brother-in-law?" Tang Huowang was clearly not easy to fool and continued to ask.

"Sister Bai topped up a card at the beauty salon where she works, I guess it was to show some gratitude. Alright, alright, Brother Tang, let's keep drinking!" Zhou Xiaojun brushed it off with a casual remark and changed the subject.

"Right, right, let's keep drinking. Xiaojun, since your brother-in-law is so formidable, introduce us sometime so the brothers can make some money too," Tang Huowang said, draping his arm over Zhou Xiaojun's shoulder.

"Sure, no problem!" Zhou Xiaojun, fueled by alcohol, agreed readily and then raised his glass to drain it in one gulp.

"Good, hahaha, Xiaojun is really straightforward!"

"Junzi is a stand-up guy!"

"Brother Jun, don't forget to bring me along if there's a good opportunity!"

"Come, Brother Jun, I'll toast you separately!"