Chapter 10: Fame Gained by Freeloading

The meeting ended.

Li Xin put his arm around Big Brother B's shoulder and asked, "How's the renovation of my shop going?"

Big Brother B originally wanted to slap this loser's hand away, but after thinking, he didn't move.

This loser is now his client, handling the renovation, for that three-story shop that originally belonged to him.

Where the hell can he even reason?

He replied angrily, "It's done. The first floor follows the layout you said, all renovated to office building standards."

The second floor is half office area, half equipment warehouse, with a fireproof layer added, and the windows fitted with interior steel railings, all made of solid rebar.

Besides your office, the third floor has a separate reception room, the rest also office area. Additionally, a door was opened on the south side leading directly to the second floor.

"Your woman has been nitpicking for three whole days; I'm truly impressed."

Li Xin patted Big Brother B's shoulder and asked with a smile, "Is the final payment straightforward?"

At that, Big Brother B showed a slight smile, gave a thumbs up, and praised, "Your woman handles things truly well, straightforward and generous, efficient in handling affairs."

The renovation company's payment can be deposited in the bank, which is far more comfortable to use than those black-market funds.

Originally the two had some minor disagreements, but after a mutually beneficial cooperation, that trivial matter ceased to exist.

They're both adults, very pragmatic.

Jiang Tian Sheng saw their warm rapport and curiously asked, "A Xin, what's going on between you two?"

"Mr. Jiang, I'm not planning to start a company, right? You know this, I've given the renovation contract for that three-story shop to Brother B."

"We're from the same society; this money shouldn't go to outsiders—better to keep it among our own."

Li Xin laughed and explained.

Jiang Tian Sheng patted Li Xin's shoulder; he's increasingly optimistic about this kid, and since he's practically his half-disciple, he'll definitely support him more than others in the future.

The key is, this kid is very good at managing social distance with others; aside from the Crown Prince and Boxing King Tai, he doesn't get close to anyone.

Amidst the chaos and entanglement, still retaining a bit of genuine nature—that's enough, especially for those in the society; this genuine nature is rare and precious.

Seeing Jiang Tian Sheng get into the car, Li Xin also quickly jumped in and rolled up all the windows.

He took out gloves from his pocket and put them on, drew two from under his arm—Sig Sauer P226 pistols—took two magazines from his cargo pants pockets, and grabbed a handful of bullets from his upper pocket.

After placing everything in the back seat, he then said, "This is a channel I found while abroad; these are the latest military pistols."

They're far stronger than the Big Black Star, don't jam; let your bodyguards fire a few rounds to get used to the feel.

These times are unstable; personal safety is paramount. You can fire these guns with confidence—nothing can be traced, even the ammunition is imported.

Jiang Tian Sheng laughed happily, not because of the two guns, but because of the thought behind them.

Li Xin still has a talent for flattery, from Blue Lantern to Forty-Nine, then to White Paper Fan, and ultimately to the Thus line: Leader.

He's exactly what people say—entirely risen by slapping and beating! (>﹏＜)

Moreover, he tirelessly gave two each to the Crown Prince and Boxing King Tai, moving these two enough to be impressed.

These are true brothers—afraid they might kick the bucket, he gave them the latest military pistols as equipment.

Such things are basically unseen in Gangdao; at best there's the Big Black Star, and even a 1911 would be considered good.

Let alone the Gangdao underworld not moving guns—how many gunmen does the Thus line: Leader or hall master have under them?

Li Xin's men have over a dozen gunmen from his hometown, all veterans returned from the Vietnam War.

But now they're all fixing cars!

If he hadn't taken them under his wing, Gangdao might have gained another dozen or so ruthless bandits; this is also his contribution to Gangdao's public safety.

Who made him a cop!

As for the earlier matter of giving guns to the society members, he's long forgotten it—switching roles is just that easy for him!

So, nowadays, when you're out there hustling, you need a thicker skin.

……

Three days later.

Prosperous Corner, Heaven and Earth Film Company.

Jingkun watched Li Xin's lackeys move things, his forehead veins bulging.

Is Li Xin even human? He moves anything he can lay eyes on, still directing alongside Luo Tianhong.

"That's right, it's that shade panel; it's usable when the sun is too strong."

"Don't move the main body, just the lower gap—if it breaks, it's awfully expensive."

Luo Tianhong went further, directing the lackeys to move the film reels: "Exactly, that box—take it all back; Kun Brother doesn't need it now, don't let it get moldy in the damp."

"Hey, you idiot, you don't understand—everything's moved; Kun Brother's out expanding territory now, who has time to film? Take it all."

Jingkun clenched his fists, teeth grinding, "Those two bastards really aren't human!"

Had he known, he could have just spent money to hire a few experts—no need for Luo Tianhong's help.

But Jingkun is a man of his word—what he says, what he spits out, will never be taken back. If a tooth falls out, he'll swallow it with blood.

Seeing they'd almost finished moving, Jingkun exploded, shouting at Li Xin, "Loser Xin, get lost already—I don't want to see you again, get lost, you bastard, even moving the director's chair—are you even human?"

After moving, he hurriedly got in the car, rolled down the window, and waved goodbye to Jingkun.

Jingkun took off his shoe and threw it in his direction, hopping on one foot and cursing, "Bastard, don't come back—I don't welcome you, you dead loser, go die."

Luo Tianhong, observant, picked up Jingkun's shoe and told his lackeys, "No ingenuity at all—didn't you see Kun Brother's shoe fall? You didn't even think to pick it up? A bunch of idiots."

Those lackeys, having witnessed his martial prowess these past days, dare not talk back, heads drooping in silent resentment.

After speaking, he also smiled at Jingkun and added, "Kun Brother, your shoe."

Jingkun was about to go mad with anger, shouting, "You're no good either—get lost, you too get lost, don't let me see you before midnight."

He's not stupid—he knows to have Luo Tianhong return before midnight!

Watching him sling the eight-sided Han sword behind his back, gripping one end with one hand, Jingkun suddenly felt less uneasy—this loser really can fight!

A melee of several hundred people, his sword never leaving his hands or feet, cutting down foes like slicing melons and vegetables, unstoppable in all directions, no one could stop him.

He had even made a name for himself as Sword King Hong; even his master, Big Brother Blade King Xin, gained some reflected glory, and the two were called the Blade and Sword Kings.

Eh, Li Xin hasn't fought many tough battles; his current fame is all from leeching off others.

Before he leeched off the Crown Prince; now he leeches off his junior.

All the way leeching, his fame rose all the way.

He himself doesn't know where he got such great fame; over the past two days, the jianghu big shots he's met have been greeting him with many more smiles.

All this fuss over him is baffling, and he doesn't really have any notable battle achievements to show for it!

These idiots.