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Zhong Kui's Diary
I exchanged glances with Fatty and Noodles, both of us seeing a strong sense of disbelief in each other's eyes. After a moment, I cleared my throat and said to the waiter, "How could it be that much? Did you make a mistake?"
"No, not at all. Look, this is what you ordered: this dish, this one, and this one. It totals four hundred." The waiter continued to smile pleasantly.
"That’s only four hundred; where does the rest of the twenty-three thousand come from?" I was getting a bit angry.
"It's the rice. The rice is eight hundred eighty-eight per bowl, and the three of you together had twenty-six bowls, which adds up to twenty-three thousand eighty-eight. Our restaurant is an established brand that values integrity in business; you can rest assured that this calculation is definitely correct," the waiter said with a cheerful look.
At this point, I completely understood. This Faint was just a typical scammer, or rather, a dining scammer. Using instant messaging tools like WeChat, she lured people like Fatty here by first creating an impression that it was expensive. Then upon entering, everything seemed regular with clear pricing on the menu. I never expected they would exploit the rice prices; who pays attention to how much rice costs per bowl when dining out?
I pointed at Faint and sneered, "I didn't see this coming; you're quite skilled at deceiving us."
Faint casually wiped her mouth with a napkin and smiled, "Actually, I did give you a heads-up; it was your choice to eat here. I can't help that."
Fatty snapped back angrily, "When did you give us a heads-up?"
"Ding Zong, calm down," Faint said with a smile. "Did I not suggest we go to Construction Road instead?"
Fatty nodded with a dark expression.
Faint continued, "Did I not say that the food here costs several hundred?"
Upon hearing this, I frowned immediately: "You're changing the concept here; anyone listening to you would think the total price for the food is several hundred and wouldn't nitpick over words to understand that one bowl of rice costs several hundred!"
"That has nothing to do with me; I've already given my reminder," Faint elegantly stood up and pointed at the napkins on the table. "Actually, this pack of napkins also costs six hundred per pack; consider it my gift to you."
With that, she turned to leave. Fatty quickly grabbed Faint's arm and said sternly, "Are you really leaving?"
"What? Are you inviting me for an after-dinner drink? That would be quite expensive," Faint seemed completely unfazed by Fatty's fierce expression, as if she were merely being held by a kindergarten child.
At the same time, the door in the corner of the restaurant opened, and a group of burly men filed out, quickly surrounding the two of us. Each held either a club or a steel pipe, and they all sneered at us.
Seeing this, Fatty laughed heartily, released Faint's arm, stretched his limbs, and disdainfully said, "Since we can solve this with force, let's do it that way. I'll pay you over twenty thousand yuan, but not for the meal; it's for your hospital bed fees."
Upon hearing this, Faint chuckled lightly and replied, "Ding Zong is quite humorous. If they don't hurt you too badly later, I will definitely visit you in the hospital and bring you a big fruit basket."
One of the burly men, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, spat out the butt onto the ground and pointed his wooden stick at Fatty without hesitation: "Either pay up and get lost, or we'll beat you down and then make you pay to be thrown out. You choose."
Fatty snorted coldly and was about to retaliate when I quickly stopped him. He looked at me in confusion, and I smiled back at him before turning to the burly man. "Is this your territory?"
The burly man nodded proudly.
"Do you know Tang Zian?" I asked calmly.
This was Yuhua District, where Fatty was the boss. Although I had seen Tang Zian before, I wasn't very familiar with him. I directly mentioned Tang Zian's name; if these men were his subordinates, I couldn't afford to offend them. Conversely, if they didn't know Tang Zian, then they shouldn't blame me for being ruthless.
"Tang Zian?" The burly man paused for a moment before sneering, "I don't know him. Do you think this is a TV show? You can just throw out any name and I'll let you go?"
Not knowing him was fine by me. I shrugged at Fatty, and we exchanged a knowing smile before turning to charge into the crowd. The seven or eight burly men never expected us to attack them; despite having weapons in hand, they were caught off guard.
In the chaos of blows and shouts, Fatty and I took down those seven or eight men. I stepped on the chest of the burly man and smiled as I asked, "Who is your boss?"
"I... I..." The burly man stammered, but his eyes were looking behind me. I was slightly taken aback and released my foot to turn around. Behind me stood the waiter and Faint.
The waiter had already gone pale; upon seeing me turn around, he became even more ashen and trembled like a leaf before finally collapsing to the ground. Only Faint managed to maintain her composure as she looked at us.
"So you're the real leader?" I chuckled lightly. "What do you plan to do about this now?"
Faint remained silent but her face turned slightly paler.
"You have any helpers from the Underworld, like city management or police, you can call them over, I guarantee I won't hit them. Or, you can continue to work with the underworld and bring a few gang leaders; who knows, I might just get scared." I said with a smile.
Actually, I was just bored. The 'Zhong Kui Will Help You' company hadn't taken on any business for quite a while. Besides playing games, I was just eating and sleeping. Now that I heard these people weren't Tang Zian's subordinates, my interest was piqued.
"I admit defeat. What do you want? Just draw the line," Faint said, pursing her lips, appearing quite straightforward.
"What should we do?" Seeing Faint so agreeable made me scratch my head. Should I just beat her up? It didn't seem like it would yield anything. Rubbing my nose, I said, "First, about the meal cost..."
"All waived, one stroke of the pen!" Faint replied confidently.
"That won't do. We should go by the market rate. Many restaurants don't charge for rice. How about this: I'll still count it as four hundred. Here is four hundred; you can take a look." I pulled out my wallet and counted out four bills to hand to Faint.
Faint was momentarily stunned, not understanding my intention, but eventually accepted it in silence.
"The tables and chairs here are damaged; we’ll split the cost down the middle. These things aren't worth much. Here is one thousand; that should be enough." I counted out ten more bills and handed them to Faint.
Faint was even more confused but didn’t dare defy me and could only accept the money. Even Fatty looked at me in astonishment.
"Alright, I've resolved this meal issue like this. Do you think it's handled properly?" I asked Faint with a smile.
Faint nodded, her expression quite vivid—fearful, confused, anxious, and surprised all at once.
"Now, we need to go to Seven Chain Hotel to continue doing what you were supposed to do." I winked at Fatty. "This meal was just an interlude, wasn't it?"
Upon hearing this, Fatty's face lit up with joy: "Ghost Brother is so thoughtful! This kind of humanistic care makes me feel warm and touched."
However, Faint's expression changed drastically: "Impossible! I can't do that."
"Huh?" I looked at Faint displeased: "Are you messing with me?"
At this moment, I already knew that I was the one in charge. I shouted at him, "As long as you let me go, I can help Brother Ding call over two beautiful women! Or maybe three? Five?"
"I want you! The feeling of love at first sight is quite nice." Fatty licked his lips, revealing a sinister grin. Well, I think it should be described as a lewd smile.
"Just give in to your Brother Ding; this is all fate." I laughed heartily.
"Are you police? I know many other escorts; I can report them as long as you let me go!" Faint's face turned pale when she saw Fatty's unabashed gaze roaming over her.
"We're not police and have no interest in escorts. In comparison, my brother is much more interested in your body." I stroked my chin and chuckled. Actually, looking lewd is quite easy to fake.
"Brother Zhong, Brother Ding, please let me go. I want to keep my purity for my future husband." Tears welled up in Faint's eyes, and she burst into tears.
Seeing her like this, both Fatty and I exchanged bewildered glances. After a while, we both forced a smile and turned to leave.
——————Dividing line crying to me: Actually, she is also a virgin, begging for release————————
That night, the few of us men were drinking and chatting at a barbecue stall. At this point, Li Xinyan had already given birth to a big fatty and couldn't come out. An Ran was also resting at home with her big belly, while Aijia Yu was keeping her company. As for Qingcheng and Guo'er, they had returned to Beijing.
Upon hearing about what happened at noon, Kong Xuan exclaimed, "Fatty, this isn't like your style! In my impression, you should have unhesitatingly taken that girl."
"Pfft, Sparrow knows nothing of the grand ambitions!" Fatty rolled his eyes and drank.
"Ambitions my ass! That's called grand aspirations!" Kong Xuan scoffed.
"It's Swan! Pronounced 'hu'! Motherfucker, a bunch of illiterates! Being with you guys is truly my shame!" I laughed and cursed.
Lingfeng frowned, and seeing this, I asked, "What's wrong? You can't possibly feel sorry for Fatty?"
"Haha, of course not." Lingfeng laughed heartily before continuing, "Have you heard about the incident on East Wind Road at Jane Eyre Bar?"
"No!" We all shook our heads. We rarely watch the news now; if something significant happens, we find out through others' WeChat.
"There's a scammer at the Jane Eyre Bar who tricked a student into spending money. When the bill came, it was eight thousand eight. The student panicked and threatened to commit suicide. The bar didn't take the threat seriously and even said they would drag him to school. As a result, the student really smashed a bottle and cut his wrist. The bar panicked and rushed him to the hospital, leaving behind a thousand dollars and never showing up again." Lingfeng sighed bitterly, "I didn't expect this student to be a relative of Liu Bingwen from the Provincial Propaganda Department, so the media reported on it heavily. Because of this, I'm planning to launch a special operation to crack down on these scammers. The name is still tentative, but we need someone to infiltrate their ranks."
"You don't mean you want us to go undercover, do you?" I looked at Lingfeng sideways.
Lingfeng chuckled, "Who else can I find besides you guys?"
"Whoever you want; I'm not going," Fatty said dismissively. "Stop pretending. It's all over the TV; you police have so many undercover agents. Why do you need us?"
"It's just a few people from Star City; who can keep secrets?" Lingfeng smiled wryly again. "Do you really think it's that simple on TV? If those people come near your house and chat with a few neighbors, wouldn't you immediately know they're police?"
"We can go undercover if that's what you want, but I get to name your operation," I said with a grin.
"Fine! What name do you have in mind?"
"How about 'Screw Your Sister'!" I laughed. "The news should report it like this—'Star City launches special operation against various scams named 'Screw Your Sister,' and we hope citizens will actively participate…'"
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