Chapter 165: Quick Transmigration: Film & Television Multiverse Chapter 10: Traffic Jam

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Protagonist:

Lin Hao

Over the next few days, Lin Hao and Fei Zai's lives fell into a steady rhythm, like a wound-up clock gradually getting on track.

Under their management, the bar and nightclub grew increasingly prosperous, everything developing in a good direction.

Fei Zai was truly run off his feet, shuttling back and forth between the bar and nightclub every day.

One moment he had to reconcile the accounts, the ledgers dense with data that nearly blurred his eyes, forcing him to meticulously sort through every income and expense for fear of a single mistake; the next he had to manage the little brothers, handling their various trivialities and disputes to keep the venue safe and trouble-free.

Lin Hao, on the other hand, seemed like a hands-off shopkeeper, his days passing in utter leisure.

He devoted most of his time to practicing boxing, for in this underworld, possessing solid skill is the foundation of survival.

After training, he would patrol his territory, check for anything unusual, and greet the shop owners along the street, asserting his presence in Yuen Long.

During this period, Lin Hao also made several trips to Prince's boxing gym.

Prince is a renowned fighting expert within the Hung Hing Society, and his gym gathers many masters.

Each time Lin Hao went, he learned a few formidable boxing techniques or combat skills from Prince. However, Prince's gym is quite far from Yuen Long, each round trip consuming a lot of time, so after a few visits, once he had mastered those moves, he simply returned to the nightclub's upper floor to practice silently on his own.

This evening, Lin Hao was concentrating on boxing in his room as usual when, with a creak, the door was pushed open and Fei Zai walked in, face full of exhaustion.

The moment he entered, he flopped heavily onto the sofa, his whole body like a deflated ball, and said listlessly, "You just know how to box all day, I'm exhausted to death, these days are so busy my head's about to explode."

Hearing this, Lin Hao stopped his movements, smiled and shook his head, turned to grab a bottle of water, and tossed it to Fei Zai, teasing, "I'm telling you, you can't even handle two streets and two venues now, so what'll you do if the territory expands later? You've taken in so many little brothers, why don't you arrange a few to help you work, instead of shouldering everything yourself? You're just asking to be worn out like this."

Fei Zai caught the water, twisted off the cap, gulped down several big mouthfuls with a glug-glug, then wiped his mouth and retorted, "Hao Ge, you don't know, I still don't quite trust those little brothers with tasks, if something goes wrong the loss would be huge. I just want to make sure everything's handled properly."

Lin Hao walked over, sat beside Fei Zai, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile, "You, you're just born to worry. When it's time to let go, you have to let go, let the little brothers get more tempering so they can grow, and then our future work will be more worry-free."

After hearing Lin Hao's persuasion, Fei Zai nodded thoughtfully while muttering softly, "Seems that makes sense too, I'll try it later, see about letting them help manage things so I can relax a bit. But that's not the main problem."

At this, Fei Zai frowned, his face full of helplessness, "The main thing is, there's a whole street between our two venues, and that street is all late-night food stalls. Come evening it's incredibly lively, packed with people. Every time I pass through I get stuck dead solid, running back and forth between the two venues, the time wasted on the road alone is enormous, it's beyond frustrating."

Hearing this problem, Lin Hao couldn't help but frown too, thinking to himself that this was indeed a troublesome matter; if it continued, Fei Zai would spend all day just commuting, far too inefficient.

So he asked, "Whose territory is that street? How come no one manages the traffic congestion?"

Fei Zai sighed and explained, "During the day there's still someone managing it, after all the police are on duty, but once evening comes the police go off shift and no one manages it. That street is Wo On Lok's Deng Bo's territory. Although Deng Bo has already retired, he still holds great sway and very high prestige in Wo On Lok. Moreover, that street is where he built his fortune; though it doesn't have much oil and water, it holds extraordinary significance to him, so all our major societies give the old man some face, no one wants to fight him for this piece of turf."

The moment Lin Hao heard it was Deng Bo, that chubby figure instantly surfaced in his mind, and he silently cursed: This dead fatty, already so old yet still clinging to power, can't even properly handle a trivial thing like this.

As he thought, Lin Hao stood up, threw his clothes on, and said to Fei Zai, "Come on, let's go check out that street now, grab some late-night snacks while we're at it, do an on-site inspection, see if there's any way to solve this problem."

Saying this, Lin Hao also had Fei Zai call up a few of the more capable brothers, and the group set off in a mighty procession toward that snack street.

The night streets were brightly lit, bustling with people coming and going, extraordinarily lively.

Just as they neared the snack street, a medley of noisy sounds drifted over — hawkers' cries, laughter and chatter, the sizzle and bubble of food frying and boiling in woks — intertwining into a unique atmosphere of everyday life.

Lin Hao, leading Fei Zai and those capable brothers, strolled slowly along the snack street while carefully observing the surrounding situation.

All along the way, the tempting aromas of various foods kept drilling into their noses, and Lin Hao truly felt his stomach start to rumble, growing increasingly hungry.

As they walked, he spotted a Chaoshan Hot Pot shop, steam rising inside, business looking brisk, a waiter at the door enthusiastically beckoning passersby. Lin Hao didn't hesitate much and walked straight toward that shop.

Upon entering, the lively atmosphere hit them face-on — diners' cheerful laughter and the gurgle-gurgle of boiling hot pots intertwining, giving a particularly strong sense of vibrant life.

The boss had been busy giving instructions in the back kitchen, but the moment he looked up and saw Lin Hao and his group, his face instantly broke into a surprised and enthusiastic smile.

He recognized Lin Hao, this "Boxing King Hao" who had rapidly risen in Yuen Long recently; during this time Lin Hao's reputation had spread quite loudly in the area.