Chapter 295: True Revenge

He returned to Lao Wu.

He had things on his mind and was waiting for news, so he simply called A Qing over, asking him to go to Lao Jiang's place to get some side dishes to go with drinks; as a result, A Qing directly brought over a pot of seafood.

Opening the lid, it was still steaming hot.

There were clams, mussels, shrimp, mantis shrimp, and several abalones—all common seafood that A Qing had caught while gathering at the shore that afternoon.

Wu An had eaten his fill that evening, but looking at it he couldn't help but feel his appetite stir.

Besides anything else, using it as accompaniment for drinks is truly excellent.

Having eaten too much, one really needs to be careful about ventilation.

Now then.

The two of them are still young, so they can just go ahead and do whatever.

After eating and drinking for a while, Wu An was busy; phone messages came nonstop, mainly chatting with Mai Hangyu, even though he had already fully entrusted the homestay business to him.

Yet Mai Hangyu still reported the day's situation to him.

Wu An didn't say anything in particular.

Since he handles things so well, if he were to stop him, that would be foolish.

Besides that.

He also added a lot of contact information for milk tea brand franchises, planning to chat when he had time, asking about franchise conditions and required funds.

Anyway, whether there are dates or not, he'll just cast a line and see.

These salespeople are very enthusiastic; even if he doesn't reply much, they'll keep sending him messages.

Some brands he had never heard of before, so he simply passed on them.

While some well-known brands, he could choose to act on them.

The future.

Their area is supposed to become a tourist zone; they can't let all the netizens come for a stroll and have nothing to hold in their hands but no milk tea.

What is a sense of belonging?

Being able to hold a milk tea in your hand wherever you go—that is a sense of belonging.

Sometimes making money might just take a few years of effort.

As 2013 draws ever closer, he realizes his current layout is actually a bit late.

Don't look at him holding three hundred thousand or so; in the face of his blueprint, that amount is merely a fraction.

He is in dire need of money.

Not to mention the funds needed to start construction on the homestay; just the startup costs might not be covered by three hundred thousand.

Secondly, he wants to operate an offshore fish farm, which might require a sum of money for contracting.

Moreover, those milk tea franchises all require real money to obtain regional agency rights.

Just relying on going out to fish, each trip earns only fifty or sixty thousand; even if his luck value explodes and he makes a hundred thousand or so, that's still a drop in the bucket.

What he needs is several million, even tens of millions!

Right now, he cannot obtain that.

Of course.

He can also do it gradually.

But, moving slowly step by step, the advantage he currently holds might very well be lost due to a sudden policy change or welfare measure.

Smart people are called smart precisely because some of them can predict future trends.

Wu An dare not gamble on that.

If he loses that advantage, he might not necessarily be able to outcompete others.

He also consoles himself: don't rush, rushing is useless; worst case, he'll spend his whole life fishing at sea and still be able to fill his pockets.

Yet at the same time.

In his mind a little figure strikes a pose like Long Ao Tian: "Are you willing? Are you really going to accept fate like that? Then why were you reborn?"

Wu An was drinking wine and couldn't help feeling a bit heady.

Until he received A Jin's call, his whole person instantly sobered up.

"Older brother An, the matter is settled."

"How did it go?"

"The person passed out."

"Did you hit him that hard?"

A Jin smiled and said, "It's not that we were ruthless; it's that the kid was ruthless toward himself."

"We hit him on the head and face, but we held back, afraid of causing serious injury."

"In the end we pressed him down and broke his left hand."

"We had planned to stop and leave, but this guy suddenly erupted like a small universe, struggling to his feet and running off, only to crash into a wall in his panic."

"He fainted on the spot."

Wu An heard this and curled his lips, saying, "As long as he didn't die."

A Jin responded, "Oh, right, the one who smashed the window glass last night was him."

"I covered him with a sack, deliberately tricked him with words, asking why he was targeting them and whether he had any money."

"He actually did have money; on the spot he asked Old Fu Tou how much it would cost to get them to take revenge, saying he was willing to pay double."

"He also said that the person who threw bricks this morning wasn't him, but someone his father hired."

I just cursed him with all sorts of nonsense.

I told the brothers to go ahead and attack him directly.

Wu Anle laughed: "Well done."

The follow‑up money…

"Ten thousand yuan is enough." A Jin hurriedly said: "Actually we don't need that much; for us, this is also work—we just do what the boss says."

Wu An understood A Jin's meaning; this favor should be counted toward Gao Qiangqi.

"Fine, I won't stand on ceremony."

"Brother An, sleep soundly tonight."

"Thank the brothers for me."

After hanging up, A Qing asked curiously: "Brother, what's up?"

Wu An briefly explained the matter.

Others needed to be on guard, but A Qing naturally didn't; Wu An gave no instructions either, and A Qing naturally knew he had to keep his mouth shut.

After listening, A Qing said: "Brother, what's wrong?"

Wu An blinked: "What's wrong?"

"Chen Baosheng threw a brick last night; you had A Jin find someone to hit him—that's fine, but today Chen Lao Da had someone throw bricks, and you haven't dealt with this yet."

"Chen Baosheng is Chen Lao Da's son; I hit his son, so that counts as revenge, right?"

"No, that doesn't count—I'm paying my own father's debt."

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

"Of course it's an eye for an eye, blood for blood." A Qing chuckled wickedly: "Let's find Lao Fu Tou and go smash Chen Lao Da's windows too."

Wu An blinked: "This…"

"That's too low."

But thinking about it, he felt eager to try.

"Do it or not?"

"Do it!"

"Go, go, go!"

The two brothers quickly put on raincoats and headed out.

They arrived at Shangwancun.

Lao Fu Tou saw the two coming in the rain, still beaming as he said he'd like to accompany him to smash Chen Lao Da's windows, and he was completely stunned.

Huh?

Seriously?

Lao Fu Tou swallowed, said nothing, and, as if possessed, led the two away.

They picked up a handy brick from the roadside.

Lao Fu Tou pointed to the tallest three‑story Western‑style building ahead and said: "The first and second floors are lived in—smash whatever you like."

One could see the Western‑style building still had its lights on.

Even at this late hour, voices could be heard drifting over, sounding quite lively.

Wu An thought that the unconscious Chen Baosheng, who had been beaten in town, must have been discovered by now, and guessed the Chen household was in an uproar.

"Smash."

He shouted and threw the brick in his hand.

The brick had just left his hand.

He turned back confidently.

He took off running.

Lao Fu Tou heard the "crack‑crack‑crack" of shattering glass, followed Wu An as he started to run, feeling his fierce heartbeat thumping "thump‑thump".

Although this revenge is somewhat petty and childish.

But it's really fun!

And it's satisfying!

If it were him, he definitely couldn't bring himself to do it.

They returned indoors.

Lao Fu Tou, face flushed with excitement, happily said: "A An, A Qing, thanks to you two for joining me in this."

"No need to stand on ceremony, my brother's whole scheme—framing someone, diverting blame—I couldn't learn that." A Qing stood with hands on hips, proudly saying: "But I say this is the real revenge!"