Chapter 2337

Jishuitan Hospital was full of the smell of disinfectant, and the white walls and beds made people feel somewhat oppressed.

In a hospital room, Chang Shengli was sitting on the hospital bed leaning against the bedding, with a thick circle of gauze wrapped around his head.

This guy was holding a watermelon with both hands, and he was gnawing on it in big mouthfuls, the juice flowing down the corners of his mouth.

A few days ago, he caused trouble at the First Bar, and after hitting a waiter, his head was fiercely opened by a security guard with a police baton.

Subsequently, Chang Shengli was sent to the hospital by a few brothers, and his head was stitched more than ten times; even now, it still hurt a little.

For someone like Chang Shengli, fighting and brawling were common occurrences, and having his head opened wasn't a big deal.

However, if he didn't get this face back, it wouldn't just be a matter of face; it would simply be a desecration of his name.

And in this hospital room, there were five other people, exactly the few guys who were drinking with Chang Shengli at the bar that night.

At this moment, they were also holding watermelon, gnawing on it with relish. Among them, the fat guy who had once cursed Zhou Andong for having guts was covered in watermelon water, and it was dripping everywhere on the floor.

"Big Brother!"

The fat guy looked up, tried hard to stretch his short neck, and swallowed the watermelon that hadn't been chewed up in his mouth. Immediately after, only a "pah" sound was heard, and two watermelon seeds shot out from the fat guy's mouth, sticking to the snow-white wall opposite.

"These past few days, it's been spreading on the road that you had your head opened by a small security guard at the First Bar. I'm really angry hearing it. If we don't get this face back as soon as possible, our face will be lost to the grandmother's house. How can we mix on the road in the future? By then, no matter what kind of cat or dog it is, they will all have to ride on our brothers' heads and pee."

The more the fat guy spoke, the more excited he became, and his voice became louder and louder. Finally, his eyes widened, looking very angry.

When they left the bar that night, they didn't take the words Zhou Andong asked them to bring to Jidai to heart at all. In the few days Chang Shengli was hospitalized, Jidai also came once.

But they didn't mention a word about what happened at the bar, but instead said in unison that Chang Shengli had fallen down carelessly. The reason they didn't tell the truth was because they knew their boss too well.

If they told the truth, they wouldn't be able to retaliate against the bar anymore. But as long as they did the thing first, then it was done; at most, they would just get scolded.

"That's right, Big Brother!" Er Mingzi said, fanning the flames: "I heard that quite a few little bastards who don't know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth are planning to find trouble with you. I estimate they heard you were beaten by a small security guard and want to step on you to get ahead.

So, Big Brother, we must get the face back as soon as possible. Smash the bar, break the security guard's hands and feet, and break a few ribs of the boss. Let them know the end of offending our brothers. Also, tell those people on the road, especially those little bastards who don't know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth, that you will always be that Chang Ye in Yanjing City!"

Chang Shengli listened to Er Mingzi's words, sneered in his mouth, threw the watermelon skin he had finished eating on the floor, then slowly picked up the toilet paper placed on the bedside table, tore off a piece with a "chirp," wiped his mouth unhurriedly, wiped his hands, and then opened his mouth unhurriedly.

"I've almost recovered. You guys go and gather the brothers now, and tell them to go to the First Bar to drink tonight."

Hearing Chang Shengli's words, the five people were like they had been injected with chicken blood, their spirits instantly becoming vigorous. The fat guy sitting on the chair stood up suddenly. Because the movement was too sudden, the chair under him made a "creak" sound.

"We'll go contact the brothers now!" The fat guy was very excited, his voice echoing in the room.

Chang Shengli nodded. Then, he turned his gaze to a young man whose eyes were so small they couldn't be seen, but whose mouth was very big: "Little Eyes, you go to the First Bar now and see if their boss is there. If he is there, keep a close eye on him for me."

The young man called Little Eyes heard Chang Shengli's instructions and immediately agreed: "Good, I'll go now. As long as that boss is at the bar, he can't leave my sight."

Chang Shengli waved his hand casually: "Go. In a few more days, I'll be going back to Shenzhen with Big Brother. Before I leave, the things that need to be done must be done. Even if I, Chang Shengli, leave here, my name must remain in Yanjing City."

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Tianfuhao, this name shines with unique brilliance in Beijing's food culture. Its history can be traced back to the third year of the Qianlong reign of the Qing Dynasty, with more than two hundred years of history to this day.

This time-honored brand is famous for its unique sauce-braised pork knuckle, not only a must-have delicacy in the Qing palace imperial meals but also famous for winning the palace waist tag, enjoying the reputation of "Qianlong sauce juice passed down for a hundred years, Cixi waist tag connects the world" in Beijing.

The founder of Tianfuhao was named Liu Fengxiang. He strictly followed his ancestors' teachings and never became an official for generations. Thus, possessing the unique skill of Ming court sauce meat, he opened a Liu's Sauce Meat Shop at the corner of Xidan Archway to inherit the family's craft.

However, the road to entrepreneurship wasn't smooth sailing. In the fifth year of Qianlong, because the shop was small and had no name, the business situation of Liu's Sauce Meat Shop had always been unsatisfactory. Facing the predicament, Liu Fengxiang didn't get discouraged but sought a solution everywhere.

Finally, he accidentally obtained a plaque, on which the three characters "Tianfuhao" were written in Yan-style regular script, the brush strokes vigorous and powerful, containing the beautiful meaning of heaven bestowing blessings.

Liu Fengxiang regarded it as a treasure and immediately hung this plaque on the door lintel of his small shop. Sure enough, this move made the small shop look exceptionally imposing instantly, as if it had been given a new life. From then on, Tianfuhao's reputation gradually spread, and the business in the shop became increasingly prosperous.

However, fate is always full of drama. One night, Liu Fengxiang's grandson was responsible for guarding the stove. This diligent and studious young man was reading poetry while guarding the furnace fire at night, and because he was too tired, he fell asleep without knowing it. When he woke up, he was horrified to find that the pork knuckle had been cooked over the heat.

Because the shop scale was small and funds were limited, he really couldn't afford to lose this pot of overcooked pork knuckle. Helplessly, Liu Fengxiang's grandson had to bite the bullet and sell this pot of overcooked pork knuckle.

What he didn't expect was that the person who bought this pot of pork knuckle was a eunuch in the palace. Liu Fengxiang's grandson felt a tightness in his heart, fearing some big disaster would befall him. However, this time it was another blessing from heaven.

In the afternoon, this eunuch specially sent someone to pass a message, saying that today's pork knuckle tasted particularly good, and asked Liu Fengxiang to make such pork knuckle every day in the future. This news made Liu Fengxiang overjoyed; he realized this was a rare opportunity.

Thus, on the basis of the original ancestral craft, he began to study painstakingly, constantly trying and improving the production process, and Tianfuhao's reputation became louder and louder, gradually becoming famous in Beijing.

At the entrance of Tianfuhao, two yellow-haired guys were standing, with dragons and phoenixes tattooed on their arms. At a glance, they weren't good things. They stood there straight, making many customers who originally intended to eat here walk around far away, fearing to bring trouble to themselves. And these two guys seemed very proud of this situation, the expressions on their faces very arrogant.

Just then, a Mercedes-Benz car and a Duke Wang car slowly drove from afar, and then stopped one after another in front of Tianfuhao. The two yellow-haired guys standing at the door saw this and hurriedly trotted over. One of them diligently opened the door of the Mercedes-Benz car, and the other opened the door of the Duke Wang car deftly.

"Third Master!"

"Brother Lei!"

After opening the doors, the two yellow-haired guys called out very respectfully.

The person who got off the Mercedes-Benz was Wen Simao. He nodded slightly at the yellow-haired guy and asked casually: "Has President Liu come?"

"Not yet!" The yellow-haired guy hurriedly responded.

The person who got off the Duke Wang was Lei Ming. He nodded at the yellow-haired guy who opened the door, walked quickly to Wen Simao's side, and said in a low voice.

"Third Master, let's go in first; they should be here soon too."

Wen Simao didn't speak, just nodded lightly with an expressionless face, and walked into Tianfuhao.

The boss of Tianfuhao had been standing beside the cashier, his gaze always fixed on the entrance. When he saw Wen Simao come in, a happy smile immediately appeared on his face, and he hurriedly greeted him.

"Third Master, you've finally come. I've already prepared the private room for you. Please come this way; I'll take you there."

"Boss Liu, too polite!" Wen Simao said with a smile, but didn't refuse the boss leading the way personally.

After entering the private room on the second floor, the boss smiled all over his face and personally poured two cups of tea for Wen Simao and Lei Ming, then introduced enthusiastically: "Third Master, Brother Lei, this is Longjing from the eighteen trees in front of the imperial palace. I spent a lot of effort and entrusted a friend to get these few liang with great difficulty. You two taste it and see how it is."

For people like Wen Simao and Lei Ming, drinking tea was like a cow chewing peonies; they couldn't taste whether it was good or bad at all. But since the boss gave them so much face, they naturally wouldn't be stingy with praise.

"Hmm, not bad, it really tastes good!"

Wen Simao picked up the teacup, took a light sip in a pretentious manner, and then nodded seriously, as if he could really taste the unique quality of this tea. As for where this tea was good, he couldn't say a word.

Seeing this, Lei Ming also hurriedly echoed: "Indeed not bad!"

Hearing that both of them praised the tea endlessly, the smile on the boss's face became even brighter, looking as if he were really very happy. But in his heart, he sneered with disdain; at a glance, these two dog-fucking things didn't understand tea at all.

"Third Master, when will your guests arrive, so I can let the kitchen prepare in advance."

"Coming soon!" Wen Simao raised his wrist and looked at the shiny gold watch: "You guys prepare first; once the guests arrive, serve the dishes directly."

"Okay!" The boss responded, then turned and exited the private room.

Wen Simao fumbled in his pocket and took out a cigar. Then he took out a small box from another pocket, opened it, and revealed a delicate cigar cutter inside.

He carefully picked up the cigar cutter, cut off the head of the cigar, then took out a lighter from his pocket, and with a "click," the flame ignited. He brought the flame close to the cigar, turning it gently until the head of the cigar was evenly ignited.

Wen Simao took a deep drag, letting the smoke roll and swirl in his mouth, then slowly exhaled it from his mouth. The smoke was like a gray cloud, spreading in the air.

"Jidai is going back to Shenzhen the day after tomorrow, and the farewell banquet tonight starts at six. It's almost five now; it's definitely too late." Wen Simao muttered while wrapping the cigar: "If Jidai had notified me earlier, how could it have clashed?"

Lei Ming said with a smile on the side: "Big Brother Jidai is one of our own; he won't blame us if we go late."

"Sigh!" Wen Simao sighed helplessly: "That's what I say, but a good brother is leaving, and I'm late for the farewell banquet. This heart always feels not quite right."

Seeing this, Lei Ming hurriedly changed the subject: "Third Master, have you heard? Chang Shengli had his head opened by a small security guard at the bar."

Wen Simao sneered, an expression of disdain appearing on his face, "A fool with a head but no brain. If it weren't for him following Jidai, I would have shot him dead long ago!"

"Do you know which bar he was opened by?" Before Wen Simao could answer, Lei Ming continued: "It's the First Bar. He brought people there to cause trouble, hit the waiter, and as a result, had his head opened by the security guard with a rubber baton."

"First Bar?" Wen Simao's brows furrowed tightly, and he asked hesitantly: "The one in Houhai?"

"Yes!" Lei Ming said with great worry: "Chang Shengli has been hospitalized for these few days, but Jidai is leaving in two days. With Chang Shengli's character, he will definitely go to the First Bar again before leaving to get back the face."

Wen Simao's brows furrowed even tighter. He held the cigar in one hand and kept tapping the table with the other. After a while, he said slowly: "It is said that the behind-the-scenes boss of the First Bar is Tang Lin!"

"The rumors indeed say so." Lei Ming nodded: "And it seems the boss isn't just Tang Lin alone."

"Damn it!" Wen Simao cursed angrily: "This dog Chang Shengli is looking for death himself and no one cares about him, but if he really does something at the First Bar, it will implicate Jidai."

This guy was able to have today's achievements under the feet of the Emperor, absolutely not by luck or chance. Besides being ruthless himself, there were people above his head holding an umbrella for him. He hadn't seen many of the top-level second-generation children in Beijing who had names, but he had always kept the names of each one firmly in his heart.

For Wen Simao, he didn't put ordinary second-generation children in his eyes at all, but like top-level second-generation children like Tang Lin, he really didn't dare to provoke them, and would even hide far away. So until now, even though the First Bar was so famous, he hadn't been there.

Because he knew very well what kind of people couldn't be provoked. If he offended these top-level second-generation children, even if it wasn't on purpose, those who held the umbrella for him would definitely not hesitate to take the umbrella away and then stab him hard.

And Lei Ming mentioning this matter was actually to let Wen Simao remind Jidai, just in case. Don't let anything really happen by then, leading to them being caught off guard.

Wen Simao nodded thoughtfully: "Indeed, I must remind him."

Just then, the private room door was knocked, and Lei Ming said with a smile: "It should be President Liu who has come."

Saying that, Lei Ming stood up, walked to the door, and opened it. Sure enough, the person standing outside was President Liu.

If Zhou Andong were here, he would definitely be very surprised, because this President Liu was exactly Liu Zhiguang.