Here, Wang Zhonghai and others won a great victory under the leadership of Yang Jianguo. Although they were all bruised and battered, they were in very good spirits.
In fact, fighting in winter is a very nonsensical thing. Everyone is dressed very warmly. Even if two people roll around on the ground for a long time, it will actually be a piece of cake under normal circumstances.
On the contrary, the damage caused by being beaten is probably not as great as the damage caused by your own efforts.
The gang of hooligans under Wang Zhonghai were full of admiration for Yang Jianguo. The two female hooligans among them even held one of Yang Jianguo's arms, wishing they could stick their bodies inside Yang Jianguo's cotton-padded jacket.
"Brother, you are such a hero! Can I drink with you tonight?" a female hooligan said in a coquettish voice.
"And me, brother! How about the two of us accompany you tonight?" This is more direct. He doesn't even have to accompany you for drinks. He just prepares to sleep with you directly.
Yang Jianguo quickly shook off the two birds, and when he looked back, he saw his boss and the other party's leader sitting cross-legged facing each other, as if they had met too late.
Wang Zhonghai was also depressed when he saw this scene. It seemed that the battle had changed!
Wan Feng waved to Wang Zhonghai: "Come here!"
Wang Zhonghai hesitated for a moment and walked over.
"Sit down! I just talked to Baldy Yang for a long time. It seems like you two have been fighting here at Heihe for several years. Can you tell me what started it?"
Wang Zhonghai sat down next to Wan Feng.
Wan Feng, Yang Pao and Wang Zhonghai formed a circle in a three-way confrontation.
"If there's a grudge like killing your wife and taking your children, then forget it. It can't be mediated anyway, so just go back and keep fighting. If there's no deep hatred, then let's talk about it. You're all grown up, what's the point of fighting like this every day? You don't care about the money, so what are you fighting about? Over a female hooligan?"
Wang Zhonghai and Yang Pao were at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
"I can't remember what we argued about in the first place. Anyway, the two groups just got together and did it. It didn't seem like a big deal."
"I've been busy all this time and just got bored. Since there's no deep hatred like killing my father or stealing my wife, let's find a place to talk. It's getting dark and I'm hungry. Let's see if there's a good hotel nearby where we can have a meal. Those who can leave can go, and those who can't leave can just feed the stray dogs here. It's useless anyway."
Two groups of people, about fifty in number, got together and entered a restaurant called Zui Yiye. They scared the people in the restaurant so much that they thought they were gangsters coming to rob the restaurant.
"Is there any room on the second floor?" Wan Feng asked a man who looked like the person in charge of the hotel.
"Yes, there are at least seven tables left."
"We have five, that's all."
After going up to the second floor, Wan Feng spoke.
"Find your own seats, ten people to a table. Let me be frank, do you know why I'm going upstairs? Honestly, if anyone starts a fight at the table while we're having dinner and drinks later, I'll throw them off the second floor. Do you understand?"
"I heard it clearly!" a gangster answered.
Wan Feng snapped his fingers, pulled a wad of money from his pocket, counted out five hundred yuan, threw it on the table, and said to the hotel manager, "Five tables, serve me food and drinks at one hundred yuan per table. And let me be frank, don't try to fool us with some messed-up dishes. If we find out you're really trying to fool us, I'll tear your restaurant down."
Although prices rose in 1985, good meals in restaurants only cost three or four yuan, and vegetarian dishes were still one or two yuan. The standard of one hundred yuan per table was not enough for even the best table.
The restaurant owner patted his chest and assured: "Little brother, you are so open-minded. Don't worry! I guarantee you will be satisfied."
Those hooligans watched Wan Feng throw out 500 yuan without even blinking, and they were extremely envious of his style.
"I can't believe it, this guy is the leader."
"That's right. Didn't you see the guy following him? He slapped me so hard that I spun around several times."
"When will I be able to go to a restaurant and throw the money on the table and tell the owner to serve whatever he wants?"
"Forget it. If your pockets are cleaner than your butt, don't expect to be so stylish."
This was a privately owned restaurant, and since its opening, this was the first time they had encountered such a large clientele. The owner was a bit bewildered. After returning to the kitchen and instructing the chefs to serve five tables of the finest food and wine, he ran to a small shop outside and bought three cartons of Yunfeng cigarettes, which he then distributed to each table.
Then hot tea was served to each table.
Wan Feng naturally sat in the seat of honor, with Wang Zhonghai on his left and Yang Pao on his right. Yang Jianguo was below Wang Zhonghai. Things were interesting around him, with two female gangsters flanking him closely and sticking to him.
These two female hooligans are very interesting. Even if Yang Jianguo ignores them, they still stick to him. They have no idea what the use of having shame is.
The hotel chef's cooking speed is commendable. Wan Feng's people only had to wait for a few minutes before the first dish came up.
There are five chefs in this restaurant. Now they have almost stopped the work for other tables and are busy taking care of Wan Feng's group, one table for each person.
The restaurant owner serves the food himself.
After six or seven dishes were served, one of Wang Zhonghai's men who was at the same table with Wan Feng stood up and poured wine for the people at the table.
Wan Feng still drinks beer, and he doesn't care what the others drink.
The beer warmed by hot water feels great when held in the hand.
"Say something, what should I say? I'm from another place, and I have no business being in charge of Heihe's affairs. Maybe you won't take my words seriously, but I think I'll say a few words. Whether you listen or not is up to you."
Yang Pao was the first to speak: "Brother, you speak."
"You've all seen the national situation. Although we're in the northeasternmost part of the country and information is a bit limited, the entire country is undergoing reform and opening up, right? Unless you're blind, you've all seen it, right?"
"I see!" Wang Zhonghai and Yang Pao nodded.
"What is reform and opening up? To put it simply, it means letting you make money. Do you understand? It doesn't mean letting you fight! In the future, a person's worth will be measured by their economic status, not their fighting ability. So, you should focus on making money. What future do those who only care about fighting have?"
“We also want to make money, but we can’t!”
"Who's born knowing how to make money? You can learn. If you put the same fierce determination you put into making money as you did in battle, you're destined to not lose to others. So, make your decision. Are you going to continue to fight each other until we're bloodied, or are you going to focus solely on making money?"
"make money!"
“Of course I have to make money!”
"Well then, you two leaders, let's have a toast! Let's completely put the past behind us and focus on making money from now on."
Wang Zhonghai and Yang Pao stared at each other, and neither of them raised their glasses.
Wan Feng raised his glass: "Come on! Don't be so tense. Whoever raises the glass last isn't necessarily the hero, and whoever raises the glass first isn't necessarily the loser. I'll be the middleman, so let's go one by one!"
Wang Zhonghai and Yang Pao then raised their glasses and the three of them clinked glasses.
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