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After finishing all of this, I leaned back in the back seat of the car and closed my eyes to rest. The thoughts I had conjured up had nearly drained half of my brain cells. Would Old Zhao, who was sitting beside me at that moment, feel proud of me after hearing my analysis?
Half an hour later, I arrived at Dihao in the West City District. This was my first time visiting West City District; the first time I stumbled in here by accident while playing around during the day.
The West City District at night felt like two neighboring provinces compared to the daytime. During the day, it was quiet with hardly anyone on the streets, but at night, it was brightly lit and bustling with people coming and going continuously. No wonder it was known as Lake City's premier leisure area!
I glanced around at the entrance for a moment before stepping inside Dihao. Just as I reached the lobby on the upper floor, I was stopped by a security guard. "Sorry, no entry for those underage," he said.
What? I thought Old Zhao would be willing to make money even through such unscrupulous means, but it seemed I had underestimated him.
"Come on, I'm of age! If you don't believe me, I can show you my ID," I said, pulling out my identification card and presenting it to the guard. He glanced at it impatiently and waved me off. "Go away! You’re not old enough to be here."
Hearing this didn’t make me angry; instead, I thought Old Zhao’s rules were quite reasonable. I joked, "Hey, do you believe that with one phone call, I can get Zhao Changsheng to come here?"
The guard laughed dismissively and said, "Oh really? You think you can just call Old Zhao? Who do you think you are? If you really can get him here, I'll call you 'Dad'!"
What has happened to this world? Why doesn’t anyone believe the truth anymore? It’s not entirely their fault; apart from that hundred or so people, I hadn’t seen any of Old Zhao’s other subordinates.
The guard still wouldn’t let me in. With no other option, I called the leader of those little brothers. "I’m at Dihao, and this guard won’t let me in. Are you guys here yet? Come and get me in."
On the other end of the line came a quick response before hanging up.
"Oh really? You’re calling for backup now? Kid, don’t blame me for being rude. If you want to bring someone to cause trouble, go ahead! No one dares to mess with our Zhao Changsheng's territory in West City District!"
Just then, after the guard finished speaking, a wave of angry shouts came from behind him. He turned around in confusion to see a man with slicked-back hair dressed in a black suit without a shirt underneath.
What kind of ridiculous outfit is that? Who taught him how to dress like this? I couldn’t help but scoff.
The man approached me with a fawning expression. "Xiao Zhao! You’re here! Everyone is waiting for you inside!"
Upon hearing this, the security guard stood there frozen as if he had been electrocuted.
It turned out he could really call Zhao Changsheng with just one phone call! Who knew he was Old Zhao's son?
I noticed the security guard's panic. Without my brother around, he stood firm, prohibiting anyone underage from entering. I decided to go back and tell Old Zhao to give you a raise.
The security guard, his legs trembling slightly and bending at the waist, said to me, "Oh dear, if you say that, you're shortening my life! I call your father 'Old Master,' and you call me 'Brother.' If that gets out, I won't be able to stay here anymore."
"Don't worry, who would dare say anything? I'll have Old Zhao take care of them," I replied.
With that, I followed the young brother inside.
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