Everyone says you shouldn't hit someone in the face, but Old Song just happens to like hitting people in the face.
Song Dalu's face was ashen; he was clearly in a bad mood.
Because Lao Li was clearly saying that he had no conscience!
However, Song Dalu's main purpose for this trip was to poach Lao Song, so he couldn't get angry and could only endure it.
“Old Li, you’re wrong about that. It’s fine to be nostalgic, but you can’t put food on the table, can you? The Zhou family’s cloth shop can’t even pay its monthly wages right now. Do you think you can make money by staying here and being nostalgic?”
After hearing this, Old Li smiled and waved his hand, saying, "My master has treated me very well. The monthly allowance he gave us before was unique not only in Ruzhou City, but also in the entire Anguo! Even if I stopped doing anything from now on, I still couldn't spend the monthly allowance my master gave me before!"
"..."
Song Dalu knew that trying to lure away someone who had lost all interest in material things with money was probably a long shot.
Since we can't dig him away, we don't need to put up with it anymore: "Old Li, it seems you've gotten used to being the Zhou family's dog for decades. Now that the leash on your head is off, you won't even run away. Heh, how pathetic and laughable!"
So, Song Dalu started his mocking mode.
But Old Li wasn't angry at all: "Yes, even a dog that has followed its owner for decades should know where home is and who is good and who is bad. Those that run after you with just a bone, if you ask me, they may look like people, but they're not even as good as dogs!"
"Who are you calling less than a dog? Master Qu paid you to come over, which is a sign of respect, and you're still being disrespectful? Who do you think you are? Aren't you just a dog of the Zhou family? And you think you're so proud of that?"
Song Dalu's manners were clearly not as good as Lao Li's; upon hearing that he was being mocked, he immediately lost his temper.
His few words immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of a group of veteran employees at the Zhou Family Cloth Shop's main store.
"Tell that guy surnamed Qu that we don't need his approval!"
“Old Li is right. The master and young lady have treated us well. The monthly wages we received at Zhou Family Cloth Shop will ensure that we won’t go hungry, even if we work for free there!”
"That's right, if you want to be the Qu family's dog, then go ahead, no one's stopping you! But you can't call us dogs, that's unacceptable. Apart from yourself, no one in the Zhou family's cloth shop treats us like dogs!"
"..."
As Lao Li said, the Zhou family had treated them well. Most of the employees at the Zhou Family Cloth Shop's main store were long-time employees who had followed Zhou Gui for many years and had a deep affection for the Zhou Family Cloth Shop. They felt sorry for the Zhou Family Cloth Shop when it encountered difficulties, so why would they choose to kick it when it was down?
"Alright, alright, alright! You can stay here! I'd like to see in a few days where you'll go after the Zhou family's cloth shop collapses and is swallowed up by the Qu family's cloth shop! And I can tell you in advance, even if you want to get into the Qu family's cloth shop then, you won't get a chance!"
After saying that, she glared fiercely at Jing Zhe: "You pretty boy, you just want to climb the social ladder, don't you? The Zhou family's cloth shop is in such a sorry state now, do you think you can climb up there? If you're so capable, then stay in the Zhou family and don't leave, and see how I deal with you later!"
Song Dalu's face was still burning from the slap Jing Zhe had given him. However, the Zhou family's cloth shop hadn't collapsed yet, and Jing Zhe was Zhou Ziqiong's younger brother, so he couldn't afford to offend him at the moment. He could only wait until the Zhou family's cloth shop went bankrupt before he had a chance to make a move.
"No need to wait until later, let's do it today!"
Jing Zhe stepped forward: "I have a habit of settling scores on the spot; I don't want to wait until the next day!"
"..."
Startled, Song Dalu quickly took a step back. "You...you're just relying on your numbers, aren't you? Let me tell you, once I'm inside the Qu Family Cloth Shop, I'll have even more people than you. So if you dare to bully me today because you outnumber me, just wait and see!"
This was indeed Song Dalu's true thought. As for Jing Zhe, he was definitely not afraid of him—he was thin and slender, and not as strong as Song Dalu. If Jing Zhe hadn't ambushed him just now, Song Dalu felt that he definitely wouldn't have been slapped by him.
After hearing this, Jing Zhe sneered twice: "I can beat you up by myself. Who said I need anyone else's help?"
"Heh, arrogant! Since you say—"
"Smack!"
Before he could finish speaking, Jing Zhe slapped him across the face. The slap stunned Song Dalu, who covered his reddened face and couldn't speak for a long time.
"You...you deserve to die!"
As the old saying goes, "Don't hit someone in the face." Jing Zhe not only slapped Song Dalu in the face, but he did it from both sides, slapping Song Dalu in the face as well. How could Song Dalu tolerate that?
After saying this, he bent over and lunged forward like a tiger emerging from the mountains or a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, charging towards Jing Zhe.
In his mind, Jing Zhe had already been torn to pieces many times over.
However, ideals are often grand, but reality is often harsh.
He went up quickly, and came back even faster.
With a loud "bang," Jing Zhe raised his leg, and despite the seemingly light kick, Song Dalu was sent flying.
"Manager Song, why did you run into my foot?"
"..."
Seeing Jing Zhe's grinning face, Song Dalu became even angrier, his whole body trembling with rage, his adrenaline soaring, and he couldn't feel the pain in his stomach at all.
I want you dead!
As he spoke, Song Dalu pounced on him again.
This time, he learned from his previous mistake and didn't pounce too fast. He carefully watched Jing Zhe's feet, preparing to dodge when he lifted his foot.
But this time Jing Zhe didn't make a move at all; he just stood there, quietly waiting for him to move forward.
court death!
At this moment, Song Dalu had already reached Jing Zhe, less than half a step away. He could easily strike him with a simple raise of his hand. He couldn't help but sneer inwardly: "Heh heh, now you'll taste my—"
"Slap, slap slap, slap slap slap~"
The pleasant sound of slaps rang out rhythmically again.
Song Dalu didn't let Jing Zhe taste anything; instead, he tasted Jing Zhe's slap again.
At first, Song Dalu tried to resist, but Jing Zhe grabbed his collar and he couldn't move at all. Then Jing Zhe slapped him across the face.
He wanted to punch Jing Zhe a few times, just like Jing Zhe had, but then he sadly realized that Jing Zhe was not only a head taller than him, but his arms were also much longer. So even though they were at the same distance, Jing Zhe could hit him, while he could only hit air with his fists…
The slaps continued, and Manager Song was already dizzy and seeing stars.
"You can hit someone... but not in the face..."
Song Dalu practically roared it out.
"Smack!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than he received another solid slap. Song Dalu immediately became obedient, ceasing his punches and instead covering his face with his hands, while still shouting, "Are you all dead? Can't you see me getting hit?"
"..."
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