Chapter 82 The Eighty-Second Day of Not Running Away The Eighty-Second Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 82 The Eighty-Second Day of Not Running Away The Eighty-Second Day of Not Running Away...

"How about it?"

Young Master Lin sat in a chair in the restaurant, a cigarette lit in his hand, and a pretty girl dressed smartly was in his arms.

Sun Yongping's gaze lingered on the girl for a moment before reluctantly withdrawing it. He then said to Young Master Lin, "Young Master, it won't work. She's not interested in that piece of land right now."

Young Master Lin frowned, took a deep drag, and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. "Can't you think of anything else?"

Sun Yongping smiled wryly, took a big gulp of wine, and thought to himself that this young master Lin was really rich, with so much money. He had heard that this was a bottle of American red wine, Rémy Martin, which cost several thousand dollars.

"I really can't help it. I'm just a clerk. If I could get promoted, maybe I could be of some help to you, but..."

Sun Yongping's tone was suggestive.

Lin Shao was getting impatient. He lit another cigarette, held it between his fingers, and waved it around. "Stop talking nonsense. If you can't do it, then forget it. I knew I couldn't count on you. No wonder you're over forty and still just a clerk."

The girl next to her giggled.

Sun Yongping's face turned pale and then red, and he forced a smile while cursing under his breath.

That damn young master Lin, if it weren't for his powerful father, you'd have to wait in line to see him now.

After getting rid of Sun Yongping, Young Master Lin changed his plans and went dancing at a dance hall with his cronies.

Young Master Lin has a wide circle of friends, and as soon as he arrived, many people came over to greet him and exchange pleasantries.

One of his friends asked, "Young Master Lin, I heard you opened a car repair shop in the east of the city. How's business?"

No sooner had his friend asked the question than someone nudged him and winked at him.

Seeing Lin Shao's darkened expression, the man realized he had misspoke and quickly tried to smooth things over, saying, "The lighting in this place is quite good. I heard the owner is from Guangzhou..."

Although no one mentioned it, the anger simmering in Young Master Lin's heart was not going to go away so easily.

Opening a car repair shop requires a lot of capital. Although Lin Shao mostly borrowed money, he still planned to make a lot of money from the car repair shop. He stocked up on a lot of car glass and tires, fearing that the supply would fall short of demand once business was good.

But little did they expect that after a month of operation, their auto repair shop had only earned forty or fifty thousand yuan.

Forty or fifty thousand seems like a lot, but after deducting costs and workers' wages, he only made two thousand. However, his investment alone exceeded three hundred thousand.

Moreover, because the repair costs are relatively high, fewer and fewer people come to his shop. Many people would rather take a longer route to Chen Bozheng's auto repair shop than patronize it.

Seeing the deserted house every day and the money slowly burning away, Young Master Lin couldn't help but feel anxious.

He didn't drink much tonight; he really wasn't in the mood.

Therefore, when a thug covered in tattoos, wearing a vest and leather jacket, comes over to offer him a drink...

Young Master Lin raised an eyebrow, a wine glass in his hand and a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and gave the man a disdainful look, "Who are you?"

"Young Master Lin, this is Zhang Dadan, a friend of mine who hangs out around here." A friend came over and introduced him, "Dadan is a good guy, bold and decisive. He's in charge of the dance halls and restaurants on these streets."

Zhang Dadan quickly adopted a humble demeanor, holding his wine glass very low. "No, no, I'm just here to make some friends. People trust me, and I'm a pretty honest person, so they give me some face."

Young Master Lin glanced at Zhang Dadan and said, "You look unfamiliar. You've just made it big this year, haven't you? Have you ever been in jail?"

Zhang Dadan smiled confidently: "I used to make a living in other places, but this year I've been lucky and made a name for myself."

He spoke of it so casually, and coupled with the tattoos on his body, it made people feel as if he had been through thick and thin.

Young Master Lin seemed to be thinking about something, then handed him a business card, saying, "I'll need to talk to you later."

Zhang Dadan took the business card, his heart filled with joy. He picked up his wine glass and said, "I'd like to toast everyone. This meal is on me."

The drinking didn't end until three or four in the morning.

Young Master Lin slept until 3 p.m. the next day before waking up. After waking up, his housekeeper told him, "Jianping, I received several phone calls looking for you at noon today."

Young Master Lin was puzzled, wondering who it was. After calling back, he learned it was Zhang Dadan from last night, so he arranged to meet him. As soon as they met, Young Master Lin threw 10,000 yuan on the table.

Zhang Dadan glanced at the banknotes, crossed his arms, and said, "Young Master, what do you mean by this? There's no need to give such a generous gift."

"I'm not going to waste my breath on you. Do you know that auto repair shop in the suburbs?"

Zhang Dadan had heard that a good quality, low-priced auto repair shop had opened in the suburbs, so he nodded.

Young Master Lin said, "I have a grudge against that factory owner. Take some men, go over there, smash up his factory, cause some damage, and I'll give you another 20,000 yuan later."

to be honest.

Thirty thousand yuan was not very attractive to Zhang Dadan.

He collected protection money from several streets, earning hundreds of thousands a month just from protection fees.

But what he cared about more was getting in touch with Young Master Lin. Zhang Dadan had just returned from a prison in Xinjiang last year. He had spent two years in prison, and those two years had taught him to reflect on his actions.

You can't make big money by fighting and killing. To make big money, you still need connections. And looking at the whole of China, what connections can compare to those in officialdom?

Zhang Dadan had heard that Lin Dashao and Zhao's young master had a strained relationship. Zhao's young master was making a fortune in Hainan real estate speculation. Everyone in Beijing knew that Zhao's young master had earned hundreds of millions there.

If I can take advantage of this opportunity and gain some benefit, maybe I'll have the chance to earn hundreds of millions in the future.

"Alright, Young Master Lin, I'll accept the money. Just wait for my good news by tomorrow night at the latest."

Zhang Dadan said with full confidence.

He picked up the money and put it in his pocket. He could have refused the money, but he knew that taking it would make the other person feel more at ease.

The auto repair shop's business was booming, just as expected.

To make up for his trip abroad a few days ago, Chen Bozheng has been working night shifts for the past few days without receiving overtime pay.

Lin Zhiyong and the others were naturally satisfied.

That night, not many cars came for repairs. After seeing off a few delivery trucks, Lin Zhiyong invited Chen Bozheng to go for a late-night snack.

"What are we having for dinner tonight?" Chen Bo asked, taking off his asbestos gloves and wiping the sweat from his neck with a towel.

Lin Zhiyong said, "The monk from the hotel next door just bought some cold dishes and beer. Come on, come on, there's a football game tonight, let's watch it and eat. I guess we won't have any guests tonight."

Chen Bo followed with a smile.

The monks bought a lot of cold dishes, including pig's head meat, pig's ears, pine nut sausage, and braised beef. They were all manual laborers with big appetites, and the bowls they were carrying were as big as their faces. The beer was also ice cold.

As everyone was eating and drinking, they heard several loudspeaker blasts outside, as if guests had arrived.

Chen Bozheng said, "I'll go take a look."

He wiped his mouth with a tissue and went out.

Zhang Dadan arrived in a van with seven or eight of his men. After getting out of the van, he told everyone to take out their weapons and hide them behind their backs. Then he walked to the driver's seat and started honking the horn wildly.

Even after seeing Chen Bozheng come out, he continued pressing the button.

Chen Bo frowned, glancing at the people behind Zhang Dadan: "Alright, stop honking. Who are you people? Are you here to fix a car or what?"

He sensed that the group was menacing and seemed to have ill intentions, so when he saw a wrench lying on the ground nearby, he subtly stepped on it.

"What are you doing here? You lousy auto repair shop! We brought our car here for repairs, and you switched the engine. We're here to confront you!"

Zhang Dadan leaned against the car window and said.

Chen Bo glanced at the van and said, "You're here to cause trouble, aren't you? With your beat-up van, is there any value in swapping out the engine?"

"Hey, you bastards, your shady auto repair shop actually dares to insult customers!" Zhang Dadan immediately turned hostile and shouted to the group behind him, "Smash it! Don't hold back!"

He had barely finished speaking when he heard the whooshing sound of the wind. When he turned his head, there was a loud bang, and black stars appeared in his vision.

The wrench clattered to the ground.

Chen Bo shouted towards the office that someone had come to cause trouble. Monk and the others stopped eating and came out with their weapons. Lin Zhiyong even brought a homemade gun.

The group of people who came looking for trouble were dumbfounded. On the one hand, their leader, Zhang Dadan, had just been beaten bloody by a wrench and was lying on the ground. On the other hand, they did not expect that this auto repair shop would be so full of martial spirit, with eight or nine big men, each with a strong build and a fierce look on their faces, who were clearly not to be trifled with.

Lin Dashao got up early today to wait for Zhang Dadan's good news. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, and shaved. He was even thinking about whether to pick out a suit so he could see what kind of mess the auto repair shop in the suburbs had made of.

But instead of good news, he received a message from a friend saying that Zhang Dadan and his gang went to cause trouble last night, only to run into a bunch of tough guys. They were tied up and hung up all night before being handed over to the police station.

Young Master Lin's expression immediately changed. "Useless!"

My friend said on the other end of the phone, "Lin Jianping, Zhang Dandan asked someone to pass me a message, saying he wants your help to get them out of here. What's going on here? Does what he did have anything to do with you?"

Lin Shao wanted to curse inwardly. He wanted to say it was okay, but he wasn't familiar with Zhang Dadan yet and didn't know what kind of person he was. If Zhang Dadan was loose-lipped and let him slip, that would be troublesome.

He said, "I'll go take a look."

At the police station, when Lin Dashao saw Zhang Dadan with a bruised and swollen face, he didn't recognize him at first. It was only when he heard Zhang Dadan's voice that he confirmed it was him.

He was startled. "What happened to you?"

Zhang Dadan covered his forehead, his face ashen. "Don't even mention it, Young Master Lin, please save me! We really can't stay in this detention center any longer."

"What's wrong?" Young Master Lin frowned, glanced at the policeman staring at him, and lowered his voice, "No one is used to being in there for the first time. Just bear with it for a few days, and I'll find a way to get you out."

Zhang Dadan pleaded, "Young Master Lin, you'd better hurry. We've run into some tough guys this time. Why didn't you tell me that the people working in that auto repair shop are all former gangsters, especially Lin Zhiyong? A lot of people in this detention center know him. We've been bullied since we came in, and our beds are next to the toilet."

Young Master Lin's expression changed.

How could he know so much? He had always asked Boss Song to handle these matters and never worried about them himself. With Young Master Lin's status, how could he know who Lin Zhiyong was, let alone the background of the people at the auto repair shop?