The Underground Emperor: Starting with Running Away with His Sister-in-Law

"What did you say?"

Ding Xin didn't hear clearly; the noise in the private room was too loud, and Ding Qing's voice was too soft.

"I'm telling you, all those things you just mentioned, the major sects at Peking University have them, but I don't!" Ding Qing said through gritted teeth.

"how is this possible?"

Ding Xin looked incredulous: "You're the head of a major sect in Peking University, with so many businesses, and you don't have a share? What have you been doing all these years?"

He wasn't very familiar with the Peking University faction, but Huang Chunzhi was very knowledgeable about it.

During their casual conversation, Ding Xin had already learned about the enormous scale of the Northern Gate Sect from him.

Ding Qing fell silent. As if he had suddenly lost interest, he released the beautiful woman beside him and poured himself a glass of wine.

One cup, two cups, three cups...

Then he suddenly slammed the cup back onto the glass tabletop.

boom!

The entire private room fell silent immediately.

Li Zicheng, who had been lying in the beautiful woman's arms, suddenly sat up and habitually went to Ding Qing's side to keep watch.

Although he didn't know what had happened, the habit had been formed over the years.

I just feel a little uneasy; there shouldn't be any conflict...

After a while.

Ding Xin gave Huang Chunzhi a look and gestured with his chin toward the beauties.

He immediately understood, waved his hand, and told the ladies to leave.

Mia, who had just come out of the bathroom, was pulled outside by one of her friends before she could even react to what had happened.

Ding Qing was silent for a moment, then looked up at Huang Chunzhi.

If he doesn't understand this, he's not President Huang.

However, this is the Gari Peak Cave.

Huang Chunzhi didn't rush out, but glanced at Ding Xin with a questioning look in his eyes.

Seeing him nod, he smiled and said, "There are a few customers next door. I'll go and greet them first. You two chat."

After saying that, he got up and walked out of the private room.

At this moment, only Ding Xin, Ding Qing, and Li Zicheng remained in the private room, and Ding Qing fell silent once again.

Ding Xin didn't urge him. He just lit a cigarette, leaned back on the sofa, and put his feet up on the table, looking like he was waiting to see what would happen.

He already had some guesses in his mind.

Li Zicheng seemed to understand something, and instead of standing, he sat down next to Ding Qing.

He poured himself a glass of wine, downed it in one gulp, then poured himself another; clearly, he had something on his mind.

Ding Xin glanced at him. This undercover agent certainly had a lot of troubles, year after year... He was a pitiful person.

Ding Qing was still thinking about what had just happened. He knew that what he had done was wrong. It was rare to see Li Zicheng having so much fun, and Ding Xin had also made very careful arrangements.

His actions had truly spoiled everyone's fun, and violated his principles of conduct.

However, he really couldn't hold back anymore, especially after overhearing Ding Xin and Huang Chunzhi's conversation.

What was my little brother doing just now?

They were still discussing business, plans, and careers even when surrounded by beautiful women...

And what about himself? He was just like a scoundrel, hugging a beautiful woman and spouting lewd things...

This is pointless, it's really pointless.

At that moment, he just felt incredibly bored.

It's not that Ding Xin's hospitality was bad, but rather that it was too good. But did I deserve such hospitality?

What can I offer him?

Ultimately, the two were just relatives who hadn't seen each other for over a decade.

I heard it all just now: boutique hotel project, completion of the main building, progress of the entire building's renovation, and so on.

Ding Xin also casually suggested reserving one floor for a casino.

Leave one layer, huh?

The reason for building a casino is that he wants to develop tourism in the entire Gari Cave area.

Family members, does anyone understand?

This is the life Ding Qing wanted.

Instead of wandering around like a street urchin every day like this.

He claimed to be a leader of a major sect at Peking University.

But what industries does he own?

Protection money, game rooms, loan sharks, small massage parlors... they don't even have a decent office, and they wander around the market like idiots all day.

Are these the only businesses owned by the Peking University School of Management?

Of course not, there are also construction companies, logistics companies, star-rated hotels...

Who has these? They're all in the hands of the boss, Cheng Zhiyong!

Who's in charge?

It's all under Yin Junxiong's control!

Even the larger game rooms and nightclubs belong to Yoon Joon-woong!

You have to understand, over the years, the vast majority of these industries were built by Ding Qing and his brothers through their own desperate struggles!

Chapter 59 Can You Help Me?

"Ah-Shin, can I trust you?"

Ding Qing suddenly spoke up.

At this moment, he sat upright with a serious expression, completely unlike his previous carefree demeanor.

Ding Xin laughed.

"Although we haven't seen each other for so many years, at least we have no conflicts, and we even share the same blood, don't you think?"

Ding Qing immediately understood his meaning. Although he did not answer directly, his words had already revealed the answer.

Having not seen each other for many years indicates that they were old acquaintances.

No conflict means that there has never been any infringement on each other's interests.

It's easier to understand when people share the same blood; blood is thicker than water, after all.

Ding Qing gave Ding Xin a deep look and said, word by word, "What I said at the Chinese restaurant earlier wasn't drunken talk. I'm very dissatisfied with the current state of the Peking University sect!"

"and then?"

Ding Xin raised an eyebrow. Wasn't this expected? Looking at the pathetic state you've become, it would be a miracle if you were satisfied.

"Can you help me?"

Ding Qing carefully observed Ding Xin's expression, afraid of missing any detail.

Lee Ja-sung also perked up his ears and silently put down his wine glass.

Help you? How can I help? Please continue...

What do you want me to help you with?

Ding Xin sighed and said, "Brother Ding Qing, are you trying to squeeze out the toothpaste? Just answer my questions one by one."

"Hey, damn it, how come your mouth has become so rude lately..."

Ding Qing revealed a resentful expression.

"Okay, okay, then please be more specific. Don't just give me vague answers. I need to know everything before I can decide whether or not to help you, or how to help you, right?"

Ding Xin made a gesture of admitting defeat and gestured for him to continue.

Ding Qing nodded, paused slightly, and then began to recount his experiences, or rather... his grievances.

When he first arrived in Seoul, he joined the Bukdaemun faction. At that time, the Bukdaemun faction was somewhat powerful, but it didn't have the influence it has now; it was just a small group of people.

The most capable fighter was still the gang leader, Cheng Zhiyong.

Since joining, he has gradually established himself in the gang within two years thanks to his excellent skills and forthright personality.

As Ding Qing rose to prominence, gang leader Cheng Zhiyong gradually stopped personally taking action, and after promoting Ding Qing to a minor leader, he completely retreated into the background.

To repay this kindness, Ding Qing led his Ding Qing Group to fight and seize territory relentlessly.

The influence of the Northern Gate Sect is expanding, and its scale is growing larger.