Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Xigou Pan negotiates with Hua Jie, laying the groundwork for Xigou's arrogance and Zeng Wangcai's point of view, and agrees to give money

People can't help but talk about it. They were just talking about what Xigoupan looked like, and now they see it.

Zeng Wangcai saw Brother Long drinking sugar water at the intersection. He was just as Fatty Yuan described, very thin, but it was hard to tell whether he could fight or not.

Fatty Yuan warmly greeted Xigoupan’s two younger brothers and started to make beef offal noodles.

While waiting, one of the younger brothers finally discovered Zeng Wangcai and his friends, as well as their stall.

"Hey, who told you to set up a stall here?" A young man walked up to Zeng Wangcai's stall and picked up a necklace to play with. "Did you say hello? Did you pay? The things are pretty good..."

As he spoke, the little brother put the necklace into his pocket.

Zeng Wangcai frowned. There will be trouble the next day. Is it time to make a decision?

But before he could open his mouth, Yu Tie couldn't help but attack first: "Hey, you damned snatcher, huh? Put down the necklace!"

As soon as Yutie opened his mouth, his accent problem was immediately exposed.

"The rascal turned out to be a big gangster!" Not only did the younger brother not let go, he also arrogantly picked up a pile of jewelry from the stall and smashed them down one by one, "How dare you talk to me like that in Temple Street? Do you know that I'm with Brother Long? I took your necklace because I think highly of you..."

These words sounded so familiar that Zeng Wangcai was reminded of a certain movie.

He originally wanted to stop Yu Tie, but seeing that Yu Tie's anger had been ignited, it would not be a good idea to stop him. Now is not the time to take action. He first waited and saw what happened to Xin'an Company to see if they would bully the people he was protecting.

“Brother Mao, Brother Mao…” Fatty Yuan, who had just ordered a bowl of beef offal noodles, came out to smooth things over, “They are new here and don’t know the rules. Don’t smash them. They rely on this to make a living.”

As he spoke, Fatty Yuan blocked Yu Tie and the road.

Fatty Yuan has seen a lot, and he is sure to lose his stall if a fight breaks out. He thinks that Zeng Wangcai and his five men should be good at fighting, otherwise they would not be worthy of their temperament.

"If you don't follow the rules, I'll teach you!" The younger brother called Brother Cat restrained himself a little, but not much. He slammed the last jewelry box in his hand heavily on the stall and pointed at Yu Tiedao, "If you follow me, I'll take you in and teach you the rules. Come on, call me Brother Cat."

Yutie is tall and has a big frame, and at first glance he looks like a good candidate to be a thug.

So what Brother Mao said was 70% sarcasm, but 30% was true.

But Yu Tie didn't buy it. He suddenly jumped out, passed Fatty Yuan, and grabbed Brother Mao by the collar: "You want to be my big brother? You don't deserve it!"

With this kind of spit-like pronunciation and Yutie's uncontrollable emotions at the moment, Brother Mao had spit all over his face.

Brother Mao was much shorter than Yutie, and before he knew it, his feet were kicked off the ground by Yutie.

"Brother, brother, don't do it!" Fatty Yuan was terrified. "Harmony brings wealth, harmony brings wealth, Brother Long is coming."

The noise here finally attracted Brother Panlong, the thin dog. He brought five or six younger brothers, including Brother Mao, who came here when he found out something was wrong and went back to call for help. In total, there were seven or eight people coming over.

There was no dark cloud covering the sky as in Kung Fu, and Xi Gou Pan was wiping his mouth with a piece of paper.

Yutie put Brother Mao down and started a mutual aid stall. Xiaobao and others had already gone out to provide support.

Xi Gou Pan walked over to Fatty Yuan's stall, picked up the bowl of beef offal noodles that was ordered for him, took two bites and nodded: "It tastes good. Fatty, come over here and talk. What's wrong with them? Don't they know the rules? Didn't you teach them?"

Fatty Yuan didn't know if Brother Long was angry, so he came over carefully to serve him: "As long as Brother Long likes it, it's good. They are new here and don't know the rules. They just came yesterday. I was just telling them that you are a magnanimous person, don't bother with them. They have to pay, you see..."

He didn't dare to say the following words and motioned Xigoupan to look for himself at Zeng Wangcai's stall, meaning that he was not protected.

"If you don't pay, you won't be protected by our company, you know?" Xi Gou Pan took a bite of pig intestines, "Amao, I've told you many times that we have to follow the rules, otherwise who will trust us in the future? Okay, let's go, we'll talk about it when I come to collect the money in a few days."

Fatty Yuan was shocked when he saw Xi Goupan and the others leaving. They were leaving now? Is this the Brother Long we know?

Zeng Wangcai didn't expect that Xigoupan would just leave...

After turning the corner, Ah Mao, who had suffered a loss, was furious: "Brother Long, are you just leaving like this? It's too easy for them. How are the brothers going to survive in the future? It's so shameful."

"Shut up. If you want to get involved in this business, you need to use your brain!" Xigoupan rubbed his eyebrows in pain.

It's not easy to be the big brother. It looks very impressive to lead the younger brothers. Everyone in the territory has to give you face, and even friends in the underworld will give you face.

However, I also need to be managed and taken care of. In addition to providing me with food and drink, you also have to consider my feelings, otherwise I will run away.

Just like now, Xigoupan made a decision that I didn’t understand, so he had to explain it.

"Tomorrow night, we will negotiate with Linghua at Zhongji Teahouse." Xigoupan put down his hands and looked around at his brothers. "That bitch has been trying to grab our territory. There is a high probability that we won't reach an agreement tomorrow, so we will have to fight. We are equally strong, so it's hard to say who will win or lose. Look at the big guy just now and the others. Do you think we can beat them?"

"Uh..." Ah Mao remembered the scene of himself being lifted up, and then he became dejected.

They fight with ruthlessness and a little technique, but none of these guys can rely on their physical strength.

Xigoupan has good eyesight and can see that Zeng Wangcai and his men are not easy to deal with. Although he is not afraid if a fight really breaks out, he will definitely suffer losses in manpower, and then he will lose the strength to participate in tomorrow's negotiations.

So Xigoupan took people away.

"Brother Long, then we won't get this place back?" another younger brother asked.

"Stupid!" Xi Gou Pan taught him a lesson, "As long as they set up stalls in Temple Street, we can deal with them at any time. Can we call for help? After we deal with the spiritual flowers, we can charge several times more in a few days... Hehe..."

Xi Goupan is a smart guy who has a lot of shady tricks up his sleeve. He has already thought of a way to deal with Zeng Wangcai and the others.

This is what they do when they think they are a big company in their own territory. They follow the rules, but they can make their own rules.

......

Zhongji Teahouse is a very old shop on Temple Street. It is open all day long and does very good business.

The owner of this shop has some background and is on good terms with the top executives of both companies, so rarely anything goes wrong.

When it comes to things like setting up banquets, discussing numbers, and negotiating, both companies will trust this location and carry out their work here.

Zhongji Teahouse covers a large area and is located in the front part of Temple Street. It has about four or five floors and a warehouse in the back.

Except for the boss himself who is not in the store, many of the teahouse's waiters and masters live here.

In the evening, a girl wearing ordinary short-sleeved shirt and long pants with messy short hair walked into the teahouse with a few guys with solemn expressions.

"Sister Hua, Brother Long is here. He's on the second floor. Please come in!" the waiter came over to greet her.

This Sister Hua is called Linghua, the "fish ball girl" in Fatty Yuan's words. She has a cold expression, looks about 70 points, has a pointed chin, and has a scar of about two centimeters on her chin near the left side of her face.

Go up to the second floor and enter the private room.

"Hey, you come so late, do you think you don't want to talk?" The thin dog inside started to make trouble as soon as Linghua came in.

"If you don't talk, I'll beat you!" Linghua sat down indifferently, with no change on her face, "Follow the rules, if I grab it, it's mine..."