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Zhong Kui's Diary
"Help! It's a robbery!"
A piercing scream came from across the street, and Fatty and I froze for a moment, staring in that direction.
We saw a panicked Scarred Man forcefully tugging at a young woman's handbag. The woman screamed loudly, clutching her bag tightly.
Seeing this, Scarred Man began to punch and kick her, hoping the pain would make her let go. To his surprise, the woman collapsed on the ground, curling up and holding her bag tightly against her chest, refusing to release it despite Scarred Man's brutal assault.
Damn, it's a robbery!
I was furious and didn't care about the cars passing by as I rushed across the street, hearing the screeching brakes and angry shouts of drivers behind me.
When I was still three or four meters away from Scarred Man, he suddenly pulled out a gleaming Machete, raising it high to strike at the woman's hand. I panicked and was about to throw my phone at him when a Red-Haired Youth jumped out like lightning, grabbing Scarred Man's wrist with his left hand while delivering a punch to his cheek with his right.
With a loud thud, Scarred Man was momentarily stunned by the punch, instinctively loosening his grip on the woman's bag as he reached for his face. Red-Haired Youth sneered, twisting Scarred Man's wrist with force. Scarred Man screamed in pain as the Machete clattered to the ground.
Red-Haired Youth kicked the Machete away and followed up with a knee strike to Scarred Man's abdomen. With a push, Scarred Man fell to the ground, groaning in agony.
At this point, both Fatty and I arrived at the scene. Fatty delivered a kick to Scarred Man's chin, causing him to faint immediately.
Red-Haired Youth smiled at us and nodded before walking over to help the woman up, asking, "Are you okay?"
The woman was still in shock from what had just happened, her face pale. After a long moment, she nodded and said, "Thank you... thank you!"
"Do you want to call the police?" Red-Haired Youth asked with a smile.
"Call... the police? Uh, since my bag wasn't stolen, let's skip that," she replied, glancing fearfully at the unconscious Scarred Man, shaking her head.
"It's fine, with me here, they won't dare to retaliate against you." The Red-Haired Youth's face showed a weariness that was not fitting for his age. "No matter if you report it or not, I can guarantee that this guy won't retaliate against you!"
The young woman still shook her head, thanked him briefly, and quickly left.
"I swear, someone is already taking pictures and then there will be comments like, 'What has happened to society?'" Fatty said, gesturing towards the gradually dispersing crowd with a low chuckle.
"This is how society is now; when it doesn't concern them, everyone acts righteous, but as soon as their own interests are touched, they all retreat," the Red-Haired Youth said with a bitter smile. "You two should also be people of character. If you run into any trouble in the future, you can use my name. People on the street call me Ahao, and I hang out with Brother Xian from Qinghu District."
"Brother Xian?" I asked with a smile. "Zeng Xian?"
"Huh?" Ahao frowned slightly. "You know Brother Xian?"
"Haha, I know him well enough," I replied, though I had more to say in my heart. What was Zeng Xian? Even your boss Tang the Elder greets me politely.
Ahao looked at me suspiciously and then cupped his fists in greeting. He glanced at Fatty and was about to leave when suddenly his eyes lit up. He turned to Fatty and said, "You are Ding Fatty... Fat Brother?"
Fatty was taken aback. "Uh, yes. Why? Did you owe me money before?"
Ahao seemed a bit excited and turned to me. "Then you must be Ghost Brother?"
"A lot of uneducated people call me that," I laughed. Since they were from the same circle, I didn't mind joking around.
"Hehe, hehe!" Ahao scratched his scalp and smiled for a moment before saying, "Just now, Boss Tang sent us a group message saying he saw both of you and that we should report it to him immediately for a generous reward."
The Boss Tang Ahao referred to was Tang Zian. When the Tang family allied with the Ling Family, Tang the Elder had already announced that from now on, all matters of the Tang family would be decided by Tang Zian. Although everyone knew that the real decision-maker was still Tang the Elder, this title had already been changed.
If Tang Zian wanted to find me, wouldn't he just call me? I took out my phone and found that it had no signal at all. Turning to Fatty, I saw him take out his phone as well, looking equally shocked as he shook his head; his phone also had no signal.
"Hey, that's strange. No wonder Tang Zian hasn't contacted us; both of our phones have no signal at the same time."
Ahao was happily chatting on the phone. After a few words, he grinned and handed the phone to me. "Ghost Brother, it's Boss Tang's call. Can you take it?"
Curious, I took the phone. What could Tang Zian be in such a hurry to discuss with me?
"Ghost Brother?" The voice on the other end was indeed Tang Zian.
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Can you come to Bond Building right now? I have something urgent to discuss with you."
"Uh, can't it be talked about over the phone?"
"It's not really suitable over the phone."
"Alright then!"
"Fifteenth floor of Bond Building... no, better not at Bond Building. Just across from Bond Building at Jin Kang Shopping Center, there's a barbecue place called Gray Wolf Barbecues Happy Sheep on the second floor. I'll wait for you there!" Tang Zian hurriedly hung up.
I called a taxi, and in the car, Fatty looked a bit downcast. I asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"
"I just asked Ahao what reward his boss promised. I didn't expect Ahao to tell me that the reward is a meal with a second-tier actress from the country!"
"It's just a meal! What's there to be envious about?" I was puzzled.
"Ghost Brother, you don't understand the situation. Since she can come out to have dinner with you, it means that after dinner, entertainment will naturally follow. Of course, any additional expenses are on you!" Fatty shook his head regretfully. "I could manage ten or twenty thousand if I really had to, but some things lack a communication channel. I can't just post online offering big money for a domestic actress to have dinner and entertain me, right?"
The car quickly arrived at Jin Kang Shopping Center. After getting out, the two of us headed straight to the barbecue restaurant on the second floor. The tall and handsome Tang Zian was waiting for us at the entrance, his expression revealing a sense of urgency and anxiety.
Upon seeing us, Tang Zian waved his hand and led us into a private room. The room was quite large, about fifty to sixty square meters. I joked, "Isn't this a bit extravagant just for a barbecue?"
Tang Zian smiled and replied, "Walls have ears. A larger room means we won't be overheard!"
Once seated, Tang Zian casually handed a hundred-dollar bill to the waiter behind him. "Come back in half an hour."
The waiter smiled as he tucked the money into his pocket and turned to leave.
"What’s going on that’s so mysterious?" I asked, puzzled by Tang Zian's demeanor.
"Ghost Brother, it's like this," Tang Zian cleared his throat and said directly, "My old man has been acting strange lately. Continuing like this isn't a solution. Since we have the Ling Family as our backing now, it's a good opportunity to slowly clean up our act and transition into business."
"Tang the Elder is right; cleaning up and going legit is the dream of every gangster. Do you think the iron fist of the regime is just for show? It's just that the state didn't have time to deal with you before!" I laughed.
Fatty nodded in agreement. "Starting a business is indeed a way out. Opening a massage parlor or something like that sounds pretty good!"
Tang Zian knew Fatty was joking but still managed a wry smile. "You might be onto something, but aside from those mafia-type businesses, I really don't know how to go legit. Now my old man has bought a clothing brand company for me to practice on."
"Isn't that great? What trouble could there be? Are all the employees in that company resigning, leaving you with no one?" I laughed.
"Not at all. The transition went smoothly. Most of the employees have been with this clothing brand for a long time and have deep feelings for it. Aside from one vice president and one graphic designer who resigned for personal reasons, none of the other one hundred forty-six employees left," Tang Zian explained.
"Then what's the problem? Are you asking me to go beat up that vice president and that graphic designer?" I asked in astonishment.
"Ha ha, Ghost Brother laughed. Although my mind isn't particularly broad, it's not narrow to that extent." Tang Zian licked his lips and said, "Since I took over the company, I haven't changed any positions except for arranging Zeng Xian in the vice president role."
"Straightforward, what do you want me to do?" I glanced at Tang Zian with a sidelong look.
"I want to ask you to apply for the Graphic Designer position," Tang Zian said hesitantly.
"What? Where do you think I look like a designer? That's quite insulting," I replied with a half-smile at Tang Zian.
Although I was joking, it was also a fact. The work of a designer nowadays is truly exhausting; not only is the work tiring, but you also have to deal with clients' endless revisions.
What? Your design has already reached a leading level in the country, and any changes would be an insult to the design? The client would definitely smile and respond, "Alright, I won't insult this design; just redo it, aiming for a county-level leading standard so that I can insult it..."
Tang Zian said with a bitter smile, "Ghost Brother, here's the thing: since I took over this company, I've encountered countless supernatural events. There have been all sorts of ghostly happenings—documents disappearing, the Photocopier turning on by itself in the middle of the night, and even the sound of a lighter clicking in an empty restroom. I've asked people in the company, and they said nothing like this happened before; everything started after I took over."
"You mean your company is haunted?" I laughed.
"Yes, exactly!" Tang Zian nodded eagerly.
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