Chapter 402: Tsim Sha Tsui Lao Cai

Lao Cai was doing well at the Tsim Sha Tsui branch of Shunfeng Express.

He was familiar with many jianghu matters, so he dealt with people and things well, his control over staff was not bad, and he could easily win people over.

Moreover, since he was educated, Yang Rong felt reassured handing over the important Tsim Sha Tsui node to him.

Every day at work, Lao Cai would take a junior to wander around the various shop fronts and companies in Tsim Sha Tsui.

He speaks little, but often hits the point; the junior he brings is smooth and good at setting the mood.

Lao Cai was very satisfied with the junior he found; the junior was silent and had an air of an expert, and he maintained Lao Cai's persona well.

This duo gradually won over many local businesses.

Winning business isn't just about talking to bosses; you also need to see the hall leaders of various societies. Although Yang Rong has connections, most people will give Lao Cai some face.

But there will always be people who don't give Lao Cai face.

Yudan Xiong, this blunt kid, upon seeing Lao Cai, started speaking Cantonese and began to talk back to him.

"Northern guy, you're back again—I told you, this street is under my protection; nobody will work with you."

Lao Cai stared with dead fish eyes, his expression unchanged, he flicked out a cigar and put it in his mouth; junior Mingzai instantly lit a lighter and lit it for the boss.

Yudan Xiong just dislikes Lao Cai's pretentiousness, that's why he deliberately opposes him—you're so full of yourself, does your mom know?

"Hey Fish Egg, according to the rules, if we can't talk, we don't have to—you keep calling me a northern guy."

"Don't you know your ancestors all came from the north?"

"If you look it up, we might be related."

"Then just don't say it."

Lao Cai's half-Mandarin, half-Cantonese speech gave Yudan Xiong a headache.

Mingzai was very sensible, he took out a cigar and offered it to Yudan Xiong.

"Brother Xiong, no need, we're all one family."

People like Mingzai, who knows how to get along; everyone hangs out in Tsim Sha Tsui, they still have some face, the key is they speak pleasantly.

The cigar wasn't bad either.

"Damn it, I just don't like his dead‑pan face."

"Hurry up and leave, I don't want to see him."

"Otherwise don't blame me if I beat him."

Lao Cai glanced at him contemptuously.

In the north Lao Cai was already tall‑type; in Gangdao he stood out even more.

Moreover, he came up from the grassroots, he's done plenty of street fights, otherwise he wouldn't get work.

Only after the country was established did he settle down.

This is also a guy who follows the way of survival, a great wisdom that looks like foolishness.

He raised his arm.

"Hey Fish Egg, let's have a civilized fight, arm wrestle—I'll let you use one arm."

"Arrogant, too arrogant."

Yudan Xiong could tolerate this, he tolerated it, but the junior couldn't agree.

"Dead‑pan face, today I'll beat the shit out of you."

Saying that, he was about to rush over.

Mingzai felt helpless, the boss was showing off and bringing trouble on himself.

"Brother Xiong, brother Xiong…"

Lao Cai, however, retorted again.

"Are you a monkey?"

Yudan Xiong flew into a rage.

"Dead‑pan face, today I'll beat the shit out of you and make you crawl out sideways."

His junior covered his face, thinking, "Brother, you got it backwards," but he didn't dare say it, lest he get beaten.

Lao Cai was also speechless at this brute.

He pointed a finger.

"You're not a monkey, why are you putting on a show in the street?"

Fish Egg saw the crowd gathered to watch the spectacle and cursed.

"Everyone's looking at you, get lost."

Lao Cai puffed on his cigarette and walked into his hall.

"This fight, I can't fight for nothing—if I win, you can't keep messing with me; if I lose…"

Fish Egg's eyes shifted.

"If you lose, you'll help me haul goods."

Lao Cai swaggered into the hall, unafraid—now Shunfeng Express has nearly a thousand juniors.

Uncle Hou Liu's Capital Gate also developed a street.

With people comes confidence.

Not to mention the two bosses still have ties.

Yang Qing now has a huge enterprise.

Now he also counts as a minor power.

Lao Cai directly refused.

"Can't do it—we run legitimate business, we can't touch that."

This is what our boss and your big shot agreed to.

Yudan Xiong took Lao Cai to the back training ground.

You won't do this, you won't do that, just screwing around.

If you lose, call me grandpa when you see me.

Lao Cai said in surprise.

You want to be an unfilial son?

Yudan Xiong kicked, but Lao Cai easily dodged.

Mingzai smoothed things over.

Brother Xiong, look at Manager Cai's face—calling you grandpa really isn't appropriate.

Old-fashioned, too old-fashioned; letting people who don't know the truth see it, they even think they have no seniority, bullying the elderly.

Indeed, it's a bit inappropriate.

If you lose, get lost far away, don't appear before me.

Yudan Xiong was really disgusted by him.

Lao Cai nodded, feeling honored, but couldn't laugh.

Okay, this condition is very reasonable.

Saying this, Lao Cai raised one arm and said, "Come on."

Yudan Xiong looked, thinking, "Who are you looking down on? You really want me to fight with one arm?"

I don't need you to go easy on me; today I'll definitely make you roll on the ground begging for mercy.

He couldn't stand it; this street is his turf, you bastard, you look down on me?

Lao Cai didn't put on airs either; he also raised his other arm.

Although Yudan Xiong isn't as tall as Lao Cai, he's a sturdy middle-to-high type; he leapt like a tiger descending the mountain and threw a punch at Lao Cai.

Lao Cai lowered his body, dodged the punch, then swept his leg; the just-landed Yudan Xiong, unsteady on his feet, was kicked straight to the ground.

Lao Cai then rose, lifted his leg to keep kicking, giving Yudan Xiong no chance to steady himself.

After a flurry of kicks, Yudan Xiong had no chance to get up, rolling all over the ground.

Stop, stop, stop.

How embarrassing; just said he'd make others beg on the ground, but he himself ended up rolling on the ground.

If you're able, let me stand up.

Lao Cai had gotten enough kicks; hearing that, he stopped his leg.

Being tall and big, fighting is too advantageous.

An unmoving guy; someone like Yudan Xiong simply can't beat him.

Yudan Xiong rose, filled with anger, and charged at Lao Cai.

Lao Cai directly met force with force, unleashing a flurry of Wang Ba Fist.

Because Yudan Xiong's arms aren't as long as Lao Cai's, when he punches Lao Cai once, he has to endure several punches in return.

Lao Cai is very experienced, attacking from outside his range, leaving Yudan Xiong with no fight left.

Stop, stop, stop, no more fighting. Feeling stifled.

Lao Cai seems very familiar with his moves, often able to dodge his attacks—how can we still fight?

Yudan Xiong's lackeys simply stared wide-eyed—is this their awesome boss?

How they're being completely controlled by others.

Mingzai immediately stepped forward.

Brother Xiong, you're really polite, always letting Manager Cai have his way.

I think we should do this: we're all brothers, call it a draw; you see the Buddha off to the west, just don't let Manager Cai lose face.

People who don't know the truth really think Yudan Xiong let Lao Cai win.

Our Brother Xiong thinks that old man is too old, feeling embarrassed to strike hard.

Yes, yes, yes, that's exactly it.