1496: Chapter 719: Not Afraid to Stir Things Up_2 1496: Chapter 719: Not Afraid to Stir Things Up_2 Seeing this arrogant Boss Song getting his couppance, no one around could fault karma for working fast.
But Boss Song certainly didn’t think he did anything wrong just now; all he knew was he’d been wronged, and if he didn’t react, wouldn’t his face be completely lost?
Turning, he yelled our way, “Who the hell did this, who?
Don’t have the guts to admit it?”
Just after shouting, he went straight for Yan Fei’s table: “Was it you guys?
Which one of you, stand up, stop pretending to be innocent!”
One of the restaurant’s signature dishes is the Four Happiness atballs.
Considering how many tables in the lobby had ordered it, why was Boss Song so sure it was Yan Fei’s doing?
That’s because, while everyone knew he had lost face, he knew not only had he lost face, but also “inner face”—those atballs were piping hot, definitely freshly served.
Rolling from his neck down to his pants, then out of the trouser leg, one can only imagine the agony.
And now, right in front of Yan Fei, sat a plate of steaming Four Happiness atballs, not even a chopstick touched.
Judging by its arrangent, it seed only one was missing.
Yan Fei stood up before Boss Song could finish: “Boss Song, I tossed the atball.
Making a fuss and fighting here is a bit undignified, let’s settle this outside later!”
Boss Song probably didn’t expect Yan Fei to react like that, and after a mont’s stun, he cursed: “You goddamn hairless brat…”
“Boss Song, if you’re going to talk like that, shall I smack this plate onto your face?” Yan Fei calmly picked up the plate of atballs, looking like he’d act if insulted further.
The people behind Boss Song had already stood up and were headed this way.
But honestly, Yan Fei thought their attempt was child’s play—such a small number of people, not even worth a ntion unless there were tens of thousands.
Chen He and Dong Qiushi were also young; Yan Fei had smiled at them just before making his move, and they were ready, including Wang Yongcheng who had already grasped a wine bottle—though Boss Wang was a bit older, who hasn’t been young?
However, the chances of a brawl here were slim, as the hotel service staff were present.
At the first sign of trouble, soone would notify the managent, and now a middle-aged man had hurried over, pulling on Boss Song and the people behind him: “Old Song, Big Brother Song, give so face, let’s not make a scene here, okay?
Whatever you want to do outside, go ahead, but there’s so many people here…”
Boss Song was fuming, and since Yan Fei had instigated, he wasn’t about to back down.
After enduring a few more brash words from Boss Song, Yan Fei retorted: “All this talk is pointless, shall we discuss this outside?
With so many people here, aren’t you ashad of swearing like that?”
“Fine!” Boss Song, anger boiling at Yan Fei’s serene deanor, blurted out, “You little runt, just you wait, if I don’t…”
“Civility, civility!
Rember to be civil, this is a public place.” If you talk about infuriating soone, Yan Fei would humblebrag about having a bit of experience.
In a quarrel, the calr one person is, the angrier the other gets; this much he understood.
The restaurant was busy with diners who watched like it was a spectacle.
Boss Song was frantic while Yan Fei remained cool as a cucumber, plus Yan Fei was a picture of youthful charm opposite a rather ordinary middle-aged man—this contrast made Boss Song look especially bad.
Monts later, soone couldn’t help but laugh quietly.
Hearing the laughter, Boss Song lost it, turning to shout at the laugher: “Who the hell is laughing?
Who?”
“I am!” A young person about Yan Fei’s age stood up, with a similarly composed expression.
Boss Song wanted to continue his tirade, but the youngster next to him hurriedly pulled him back, whispering sothing in his ear.
Yan Fei heard it clearly; the young man said, “That’s Laoda from so family…”
As a result, the color drained from Boss Song’s face, but he managed to control his rage and didn’t say anything rash.
Instead, he turned back to Yan Fei with a threat: “Kid, just you wait, don’t make your elders mourn the young!”
Don’t think it’s too excessive to threaten soone in public—nowadays, so things really can’t be predicted.
Take the owner of the tallest building under our feet; having accumulated debts, he fled abroad, and his brother t his end while being pursued for those debts.
But such threats were useless against Yan Fei.
With a laugh, he signaled to Wang Yongcheng and the others, “Sit, sit, let’s continue our al.”
Yan Fei may be cool, but not everyone else was.
Wang Yongcheng sat down and took out his phone ready to call.
Yan Fei was about to stop him, but then he saw Chen He doing the sa, which made him chuckle: “No, no, no, this is my issue now.
You all relax; even a single hair missing will be on .”
Wang Yongcheng thought he was naïve, unaware of the dangers of the jianghu, and whispered, “This guy isn’t easy to deal with.
The way he started up…wasn’t exactly clean.”
Chen He also said, “I’ve heard of Boss Song as well, Xiao Fei you should still be careful.”
Yan Fei continued to laugh, “It’s nothing, just so dirty tricks.
I won’t hide it from you guys, those who showed up with guns in my place a couple of years ago are still squatting in jail!
Seriously, I’m not worried, even if a few more like them show up, I can assure you it’s no problem.”
Chen He did know a bit about Yan Fei’s amazing Kung Fu and after thinking for a bit said, “Alright then, we’ll count on you.
Just don’t drop the ball, otherwise…
we’ll really have no other options.”
“Ha ha!” Wang Yongcheng and Dong Qiushi saw him joking at this ti and could only give a dry laugh.
“Don’t worry!” Yan Fei kept up his usual spiel.
“I’m young and worth over a billion, with a girlfriend as beautiful as a flower.
You think I don’t want…
to continue enjoying life?”
“Okay, I’ll take your word for it, Brother Yan.” Seeing this, Wang Yongcheng said nothing more and raised his glass.
“Here’s to Brother Yan, Brother Chen, Xiaodong, let’s have another one…”
Who doesn’t have a bit of courage in life?
With Yan Fei talking like this, even Boss Wang didn’t mind risking his life to accompany gentlen—it must be said, those who ventured into the business world in the early years also went through their fair share of blood and thunder.
Sotis when they talk about the loyalty of jianghu, it’s truly indescribable.
But talk is talk, and action is action.
In the following ti, everyone obviously drank less.
When Boss Song and his group stood up, Yan Fei also smiled and said, “Let’s go, let’s go down too, and see what he’s capable of.”
Life should be flexible…
for Boss Yan, he needs to be able to pick up an aircraft carrier and fight hoodlums.
Boss Wang and the others really didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, Brother Yan really…
didn’t fear making a big deal out of it.
Boss Song’s eyes were already shooting fire at Yan Fei, he sneered coldly at this side, then turned his head and walked out.
Yan Fei also smiled and followed.
Even more irritating, he deliberately wanted to squeeze into the sa elevator as Boss Song.
How many people can an elevator hold?
When they forcefully squeezed into the elevator with that group, it overloaded.
Yan Fei, out to annoy others death without compensation, said, “Boss Song, if you don’t let the elevator go…
we’ll just slip away, and you won’t be able to sleep tonight, will you?”
Boss Song nearly spat blood and said to Yan Fei, “Brat, don’t be arrogant…”
Yan Fei sneered, “If you don’t get off soon, we’re going down!”
Boss Song had been making nonstop phone calls, how could he allow Yan Fei and his group to go down first?
In the end, he angrily said to the young n following him, “You ride the sa elevator with them, keep an eye on them, don’t let them run away, we’re going!”
Saying this, he squeezed hard, planning to lead the way out, but Yan Fei stood his ground and he couldn’t push through.
Luckily, thinking about how soon he’d be able to teach this infuriating little punk a lesson, he managed to swallow the anger and walked out of the elevator from the side.
Yan Fei gave a smug grin to the young man who was left behind, and didn’t forget to add another line to Boss Song, “Co down quickly, otherwise if this guy gets beaten up and can’t make it back, you’ll have to carry him…”
Boss Song was caught in a dilemma right then, what to do now?
He really hadn’t thought that they might start a fight in the elevator.
Four against one, in an inescapable confined space, what a golden opportunity!
The elevator ride down, even if uninterrupted, would take several minutes…
that long of a ti, could his subordinate endure the beating?
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