Chapter 24 The Twenty-Fourth Day of Not Running Away The Twenty-Fourth Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 24 The Twenty-Fourth Day of Not Running Away The Twenty-Fourth Day of Not Running Away...

"Dead man's clothes?!"

Liu Yan was so frightened that she quickly took a few steps back, covering her nose: "How dirty this must be! So many bacteria on it!"

"Don't be nervous, I've smelled them. These clothes have probably been disinfected. Even if there are germs, it's not too serious," Wen Chan reassured them. "At least we won't get infected with some strange disease so easily."

Chen Bo took the scissors from Wen Chan's hand and cut open the other pair of jeans as well. Sure enough, he found a lot of stains and oil spots inside the lining.

The expressions on everyone's faces were not good.

Lin Qingfeng gritted his teeth and said, "What's this guy up to by introducing such a person to us?"

He felt a lingering fear; if Liu Yan and Wen Chan hadn't been so careful, Lin Qingfeng might have actually been tempted by this deal.

"What are they up to? They're just trying to scheme against us." Chen Bo put down the scissors, a cold look on his face. "They're cracking down hard on this foreign junk. If we get our hands on some, and someone reports us, we'll all be in jail!"

That's when everyone realized this possibility.

The fat man slapped his forehead. "It can't be that bad. They're probably just after our money."

"No way, how could it not be?" Wen Chan said, "Don't be afraid to guess the worst. Did that stick inexplicably introduce us just for the money?"

The fat man was speechless. He scratched his head and said, "But why would Stick scheme against us like this? We haven't treated them badly."

"Boss Song," Chen Bozheng and Wen Chan said in unison.

The two exchanged a glance.

Chen Bozheng said to everyone, "This scheme was so brilliant that even a stick couldn't have done it. Apart from Lord Song, who has a wide network and a lot of resources, there are no more than five people in all of Beijing who could set up such a scheme."

Don't be fooled by the filthiness of these foreign trash items; they're not something just anyone can get their hands on. These foreign trash items are all smuggled in through customs.

Everyone wasn't stupid. After Chen Bozheng explained things clearly, they all realized that he might really be involved with Boss Song.

Liu Yan asked in bewilderment, "What exactly happened between you and Boss Song? What did you do to offend him that he's going to such lengths to get back at you?"

Lin Qingfeng said, "Brother Zheng and we have always been very polite to him."

"Don't even think about it, it's useless," Chen Bo said. "All we need to know is that Boss Song has his eye on us. Judging by his attitude, he won't be satisfied until he gets us all locked up in jail. I have a bad temper and I won't suffer in silence, but you guys shouldn't be doing this. Maybe we should consider breaking up our partnership. I don't think he'd target you."

The moment the words "break up" were uttered, Lin Qingfeng and Fatty panicked.

The fat man grabbed Chen Bozheng's arm. "Brother Zheng, who are you looking down on by saying that? Although we didn't become sworn brothers like Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei, we've known each other for so many years. You never forgot us when you had food to eat, and now that we're in trouble, you want to be the hero? No way! We won't allow it!"

"That's exactly what I mean." Lin Qingfeng's face flushed with excitement. "What's so special about Boss Song? Are we spineless, going to kneel down just because someone intimidates us? At worst, we'll fight them to the death!"

Chen Bo was looking at Liu Yan.

Liu Yan laughed and said, "Xiao Chen and Xiao Wen, those men have backbone, and I'm not spineless either. I've seen all kinds of people since I started doing business, what's there to be afraid of!"

Wen Chan was amused. "Sister Yanzi is so loyal. You're right, what are we afraid of! Before, we were in the open, while Boss Song was in the shadows. If an arrow were to suddenly shoot out from the shadows, we could only cover our heads and take the beating. But now it's different. We're in the shadows, while Boss Song and his gang are in the open. So the one who should be beaten is someone else."

Wen Chan said, "We must report this matter today. Even if it's not for our own sake, we have to clean up this foreign garbage problem. Foreigners treat us like garbage cans, but we can't let our own people harm ourselves!"

"Sister-in-law, you're absolutely right!" the fat man clapped his hands in approval.

A hint of a smile flashed across Chen Bozheng's eyes.

He gathered up the pieces of clothing, went out and called the monk, and the group simply went out for a late-night snack.

The matter of reporting back cannot be rushed.

Chen Bozheng and Wen Chan quickly came up with a solution.

They remained calm and collected. Even Fatty and Lin Qingfeng were repeatedly warned by Chen Bozheng not to give themselves away in front of the stick.

"Hey, do you think Chen Bozheng and his gang have taken the bait or not?" Gunzi wanted to go check on Chen Bozheng and his gang, but after wandering around the house several times, he didn't dare to go, afraid that if he acted too eagerly, it would arouse their suspicion.

Stick's wife was making steamed buns at home when she heard this. She rolled her eyes at him and said, "If you're in such a hurry, go ask him. Why are you asking me?"

Stick touched his nose. "Hey, what's all this fuss about? It's for us, isn't it? We don't have any kids, so we have to find ways to earn more money..."

"Is Stick home?" Chen Bo called out from outside.

Upon hearing Chen Bozheng's voice, Gunzi was happier than if he had eaten fly droppings. He hurriedly got off the kang (a heated brick bed), slipped on his shoes, and said, "Coming, I'm here."

He lifted the curtain and gave Chen Bozheng, who was standing under the eaves, a fawning smile: "Oh, Brother Zheng is here. Have you eaten yet? My wife made steamed buns today and cut some mutton this morning. It's authentic mutton from outside the Great Wall, very tender. Have lunch at my house."

"No, thank you." Chen Bozheng smiled and said, "I've already eaten. There's something I'd like to ask you."

“Brother Zheng, why are you being so polite with me? Just let me know if you need anything, don’t talk about asking me to do this or that,” Gunzi said.

Chen Bozheng said to Gunzi, "Here's the thing, I want to arrange a meeting with that Boss Zhou."

“That’s easy, I’ll go to the grocery store and make a call right now,” Stick said, barely containing his excitement.

Chen Bozheng stopped the stick, "Hey, no rush, no rush. What I mean is, I want to talk to Boss Zhou alone. I'll treat him to a meal, just the two of us. You know, when it comes to business, sometimes the fewer people you talk to, the better."

Stick agreed without even thinking.

He acted as a go-between, helping Chen Bozheng schedule a time with Boss Zhou.

The two arranged to meet at Quanjude Peking Duck Restaurant for lunch.

"So, have you thought it through yet?" Boss Zhou arrived late, it was almost past one o'clock when he came over. As soon as he sat down and saw the roast duck on the table, he quickly rolled up two pieces of duck meat and stuffed them into his mouth.

Chen Bo poured him a glass of wine. "Boss Zhou, eat first, then we'll talk."

Then Boss Zhou tentatively asked, "Are you treating?"

Chen Bozheng laughed and said, "What's wrong with me treating you? As long as you enjoy the food, I'll take care of you. Even if it's just one duck, two roast ducks would be fine."

"Chen Bozheng, what are you doing here?" Just as Boss Zhou was enjoying his meal, Chen Bozheng was standing next to him, acting like a waiter, helping to serve him food and pour him drinks.

A young man with slicked-back hair and bell-bottoms was surrounded by people as he entered from outside.

"Zhuang Dahu." When Chen Bo saw the man, his hand trembled and he accidentally spilled the wine. He quickly grabbed a rag and wiped it up before getting up to greet Zhuang Dahu.

Zhuang Dahu strode over, glancing sideways at Chen Bozheng and Boss Zhou. "What's this? You're treating some stinky out-of-towner to roast duck? Chen Bozheng, you're really going downhill."

"Who are you calling a stinky outsider?" Boss Zhou was initially wondering who this man was, but when he heard the other man call him a stinky outsider, he immediately became displeased, stood up, and pointed his greasy finger at Zhuang Dahu.

Chen Bo quickly tried to smooth things over: "Zhuang Dahu, it's fine if you joke with me, but show some respect to my distinguished guest. Boss Zhou is no ordinary person. Boss Zhou, don't take it to heart. He's just a young man who doesn't know any better. His family didn't raise him properly."

Zhuang Dahu was displeased upon hearing this.

What do you mean by "the family didn't raise him well"? Isn't that an insult?

He pointed at Chen Bozheng and said, "Chen Bozheng, what do you mean? Who are you cursing? You little brat, you're only rich because of my brother-in-law!"

When Chen Bo saw the sarcastic look on Boss Zhou's face when Zhuang Dahu mentioned the word "brother-in-law," he had a vague idea of ​​what was going on.

He turned his head and immediately smiled apologetically at Zhuang Dahu, "Brother Dahu, I misspoke. I was wrong. Treating Boss Zhou to dinner today is really important. How about this, I'll treat you and the brothers to dinner today. You can eat and drink whatever you want, it's on me. Consider it my way of apologizing to you. What do you think?"

He also took a wad of cash out of his pocket and stuffed it into Zhuang Dahu's hand.

Zhuang Dahu squeezed the money in his hand, a thought flashed through his mind, and he snorted, pointing at Chen Bozheng with his finger, "Fine, you're smart enough to know what's good for you."

After Zhuang Dahu and his men left, Boss Zhou, still furious, asked irritably, "Who was that guy just now? So arrogant!"

"You don't know him?" Chen Bo asked casually as he picked up the wine bottle to pour wine for Boss Zhou, his eyes subtly observing Boss Zhou's expression.

Boss Zhou scoffed, "Who does he think he is? Do you think I should know him?"

"Oh, he's a piece of trash, not worth knowing. He's just a kid whose family has some connections," Chen Bo said vaguely.

Boss Zhou sneered, "Judging from his demeanor, I know he's not someone with a big background, otherwise he wouldn't be so foul-mouthed."

Chen Bo smiled slightly and called for someone to add more dishes.

Zhuang Dahu was indeed not a big shot, but his brother-in-law was Song Laoda, a notorious gangster in Beijing. Song Laoda disliked his brother-in-law, and the two had a bad relationship.

Especially after Song Laoda started messing around outside and became indifferent to Zhuang Dahu's sister, Zhuang Dahu's relationship with his brother-in-law became even more volatile.

But the problem is that Song Laoda's father-in-law is a capable man. He has a fleet of cars and a group of apprentices and followers who drive long-distance routes.

In the past, Chen Bozheng had thought of learning from Song Laoda's father-in-law and his group, but the people there were really snobbish and mean-spirited, and they were very close-knit. Even if you gave them enough respect, they wouldn't teach you anything worthwhile.

Chen Bozheng learned how to drive and repair cars through self-study and reading books.

This is where Chen Bozheng's first pot of gold truly came from.

You can't make big money just by running errands and doing small business.

Chen Bozheng now understood that since Boss Zhou didn't know Zhuang Dahu, things would be much easier.

Based on his understanding of Zhuang Dahu's character, that bastard was like a fly; once he smelled something fishy, ​​he would never give up easily.

As expected.

After Chen Bozheng saw Boss Zhou off, Zhuang Dahu strode over with an air of nonchalance, sat down next to Chen Bozheng without any hesitation, picked up his chopsticks and popped a peanut into his mouth like a family member, then gestured with his chin toward the outside, "Who was that guy just now? What's his background?"

Chen Bozheng mumbled, "What kind of background could he have? He's just an outsider."

Zhuang Dahu truly lived up to his name, being incredibly fierce. He glared at me and said, "Do you think I'm easy to fool? That big gold chain and that mobile phone, do you think I'm just an ordinary person? If you don't tell me, don't blame me for causing you trouble later."

"No, no, no," Chen Bo said, feigning anger but not daring to speak out.

Across the street, Wen Chan saw this through binoculars and couldn't help but laugh.

For convenience, she and Liu Yan ordered a pot of tea at a teahouse opposite Quanjude and secretly watched through binoculars.

Liu Yan is impatient and wants to make money every minute. She has been here for more than an hour. Although there is good food and drink and people are singing Peking Opera, she feels that the stool under her bottom is like it has thorns and she can't sit still.

Seeing that the cicada was laughing, she leaned closer and asked, "What's so funny?"

Wen Chan handed her the binoculars and said, "I really didn't expect Chen Bozheng to be such a good actor. It's a real shame he's not going to apply to an arts school."

Liu Yan took the binoculars and looked over there, but didn't find anything funny about it.

She glanced at Wen Chan, a smirk playing on her lips, and nudged Wen Chan's arm. "Wen Chan, are you and Chen taking your fake relationship for real?"

Wen Chan paused for a moment, then coughed, "Sister Yanzi, don't talk nonsense, it's not true."

"No, I don't believe it. You two are living together now. With Xiao Chen's physique, character, and face, aren't you tempted?"

Liu Yan gossiped, "Besides, I don't believe Xiao Chen is really a saint. You're such a pretty and attractive girl, and you're married to him. How could you two not have some trouble?"

"This is getting more and more outrageous." Wen Chan stuffed a piece of mung bean cake into Liu Yan's mouth. "Why don't you just have some snacks?"

Her ears turned slightly red.

Liu Yan smiled meaningfully.

"Just take it as me talking nonsense."