Courtyard House: A Start with Black Gold Swallowing 100,000 Silver Dollars

As soon as Chicken Brother's feet touched the ground, a chill ran down the back of his neck—this place was clearly a dumping ground for corpses of the extinct.

The waves surged below the cliff; if you threw someone in, you wouldn't even get a scrap of food back, at most a few gleaming bones.

"B-Big brother, which senior... wants to see me?"

His voice was weak, and his knees were slightly bent.

"Look, the person is right there."

Xiao Jie raised his chin diagonally forward.

Chicken Brother looked in that direction and saw a man in a suit kneeling on the ground.

The moment the man turned around, Chicken Bro's blood froze instantly.

"You...are with Lian Sheng's people?!"

He blurted it out, his voice cracking.

The one kneeling was none other than Boss Liu of Hongda Company—who had been personally brought here by Yu Tou.

Their destination for the night had already been decided: feeding fish in the sea.

"Bang!!!"

"Bang!!!"

After two muffled thuds, the body was kicked off the cliff, splashing up two fleeting sprays of water.

Chicken Brother died suddenly, and his body sank into the sea. Ten days of searching yielded no results. The Triads naturally elected his henchman, Fat Biao, to the position of leader of Wan Chai and ordered him to investigate the real killer.

Fei Biao's first target was He Liansheng in the Central and Western District—there had indeed been some friction with them recently, but it was just minor skirmishes, nothing serious.

Two days later, a manager from Hongda Company came to the door, anxiously inquiring about the whereabouts of Boss Liu, who had been out of contact for twelve days. Fat Biao's mind went blank for a moment: It must be something he did with Lien Sheng!

But when he heard that all the underlings who had attacked that night were armed, he immediately abandoned the idea of ​​reporting them to the Triads.

If the boss orders him to avenge Brother Chicken, with the bunch of weaklings in the gang, they probably won't even be able to get close to him, let alone fight him head-on.

After much deliberation, Fat Biao decided to turn his attention to another triad boss in Wan Chai who had a grudge against Chicken Bro, stirring up trouble and publicly declaring that he was "seeking justice for Chicken Bro."

To put it bluntly, they only pick on the weak.

As night fell, a nightclub called "Never Sleeps" officially opened on the busiest commercial street in Central.

On the first day of opening, all drinks were half price, and the venue was packed to capacity, with even the booths stretching out the door.

The entrance was packed with customers waiting for a table, craning their necks and standing on tiptoe, hoping that a seat would become available inside so they could squeeze in.

"Sir, this place is packed with people, they're practically shoved like sardines!"

"This nightclub in Hong Kong is incredibly popular."

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Xu Meijing peered out the window—the long line of cars stretched all the way to the street corner. Her eyes lit up, and she blurted out.

"Of course, Hong Kong's economy is booming, and people have money in their pockets. It would be strange if nightclubs like this weren't popular," Li Wenguo replied casually, his tone somewhat matter-of-fact.

Never Sleeps is a nightclub recently acquired by He Liansheng. Bored, he invited his two glamorous wives, Xu Meijing and Dong Haitang, to try it out and liven things up. Of course, the club is registered under He Liansheng's name, but the property rights are firmly held by Huanghe Industrial.

"Mr. Li, this way please—"

Wen San was already waiting at the side door, leading the three of them through a narrow but bright passage next door.

With luxury cars leading the way and two alluring mature women accompanying them, they immediately drew the attention of the queuing crowd upon their appearance.

"Huh? How did they get in from there?"

"Wasn't it already packed inside?"

"Yeah, why are they allowed to cut in line?"

"We queued for half an hour and didn't even get close to the door!"

"Tch, they have gold cards and VIP access, how can they compete with us for a spot?"

"That's right, we spendthrifts can only watch helplessly as we wait for our turn."

Some people were puzzled, while others gritted their teeth in anger.

"Ha, you don't even know this little trick? That's called the VIP channel—top up 10,000 yuan, and you're immediately allowed in. Even if the place is packed, you can still walk right in."

A man in his thirties, with a crisply ironed shirt and a perfectly tied tie, interrupted with a sneer, his eyes full of disdain.

"Wow, you're really knowledgeable about this stuff! Why don't you pay for it yourself?"

"Exactly, no matter how eloquently they talk, aren't they just standing here doing nothing, just like us?"

"..."

Before he could finish speaking, several pairs of eyes swept over and started chattering amongst themselves.

On the other side, Li Wenguo and his two companions had already passed through the crystal curtain and entered the hall—gold leaf reliefs, glass chandeliers, and velvet cushions exuded luxury everywhere; the mirrored ball lamp above their heads slowly rotated, and fragmented light fell like rain, illuminating the entire space in a hazy and scorching way.

The waitresses moving among the crowd were all dressed in short skirts and hot pants, their waists swaying gently, and the wine glasses on their trays clinked softly, a sight to behold and a refreshing sight.

"Night-blooming jasmine~ Night-blooming jasmine~"

The female singer on stage was belting out her song, her voice as sweet as melting honey, and applause and whistles rose and fell from the audience.

Xu Meijing glanced around: all the booths were full, and even the extra seats were packed to capacity. If it were like this every day, making a fortune wouldn't be an exaggeration.

What she was thinking about was her own winery—the factory building had already been transferred to her name, and she was just waiting for the imported equipment and the family's secret recipe to arrive so she could start brewing immediately.

"Mr. Li, the private room on the second floor is ready. Would you like to go up and sit down?"

Wen San asked in a low voice.

"lead the way."

It's too noisy here. I brought my two wives here for peace and quiet, not to listen to deafening electronic drumbeats.

They entered a tastefully decorated private room on the second floor, and the three of them sat down. The chilled liquor had just been opened, and a cool breeze wafted over them.

"You're all familiar with Hong Kong now, but I have to go back to Beijing in a couple of days."

Li Wenguo swirled his wine glass and took a sip.

"But it won't be long before I bring a few more sisters here to register their household registration—we'll be seeing each other a lot more often."

"Hmph, you better get out of here! You've been tormenting me every few days at home, and now my back feels like it's going to fall apart. I'll only have some peace and quiet once you're gone."

Dong Haitang rolled her eyes, her words tough, but her shoulders relaxed slightly.

Xu Meijing was busy managing the company, Dong Haitang stayed home supervising the children's homework, and Li Wenguo was so bored that he naturally took his time to harass her.

"Hehe, those were your ovulation days, I reckon—the little one's probably already settled in by now. Want some peace and quiet? Too late."

He grinned slyly, his eyes full of mischief.

"you--!"

Dong Haitang was taken aback, her face tensed for half a second, then suddenly relaxed: "So what if I get pregnant? Anyway, I don't have much to do in Hong Kong. Besides, Meijing already has five kids, and I only have three. Having another one will make it a round number."

Without the shackles of her spy identity, she lived a much brighter life.

"Grandpa, take it easy. We're both almost forty, and the risks of pregnancy at an advanced age are considerable. If you really want a child, Xiao Cui, Xiao Ju, and Xiao Xue can have one."

Xu Meijing raised her wine glass, her tone gentle but uncompromising.

This is a matter of life and death. Whether for Dong Haitang or for the sake of this family, she has to make things clear.

"Don't worry, Hong Kong's obstetrics department is top-notch in the country. Haitang's three pregnancies all went smoothly, so this one will be no problem at all."

Li Wenguo smiled and swirled his glass; the amber-colored liquor shimmered under the light.

Next, he once again instructed his two wives to be on guard at all times throughout the household.

He then grabbed Dong Haitang, whose face was flushed from drinking, and dragged her straight into the innermost cubicle of the private room. He busied himself with her for an hour before leaving.

Because he's staying at Mavis Hee's place tonight.

“Pah!”

"Hold!"

"Ouch—it hurts like hell! Let go!!"

As Xu Meijing passed through the lobby, she happened to walk past a table of middle-aged men reeking of alcohol. The man, dazed and confused, reached out and slapped her buttocks. Li Wenguo reacted swiftly, grabbing his wrist and tightening his grip so hard that the bones cracked.

The man was in so much pain that he cursed loudly.

"You filthy bastard!!!"

Xu Meijing stared at the dirty hand less than half a hand's width away from her waistband, her eyebrows furrowed, and she shouted angrily.

Li Wenguo swept his gaze coldly over, his eyes like knives scraping bones, wishing he could gouge out his eyes on the spot.

Upon seeing this, Wu Xiaogou and Wen San immediately rolled up their sleeves and moved forward.

This man has become increasingly arrogant lately, acting without any restraint. Upon seeing a voluptuous and alluring mature woman like Xu Meijing, fueled by alcohol, he became bolder than the heavens and dared to slap her.

"Pay back? Pay your mother's money! Do you think I need your pittance?"

"Believe it or not, I'll sleep with your wife right now and give you ten thousand yuan. Will you take it?"

Li Wenguo's voice was so loud it was deafening, each word hitting the ground like a hammer blow.

The man immediately fell silent, not daring to even open his mouth.

"According to the rules of the underworld—whichever hand touches my wife, I'll chop it off."

"What?!"

"But...but I didn't touch it!"

"You've already fallen for him!"

They were so domineering that they left no room for negotiation.

"Don't chop! Please spare my life! I'll pay! Anything is fine! Please don't chop off my hand! Please don't chop it off—"

Upon hearing that his hand would be chopped off, the man was terrified, fell to his knees, and burst into tears.

Who can withstand such cruelty? With a broken hand, you won't even be able to hold a bowl properly anymore; you'll be no different from a cripple!

This person is so unpredictable!

"Brother, how about... we just let it go?"

"He was beaten until he vomited blood; he's been taught a harsh lesson."

Seeing that the man had a bruised and swollen face, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and was curled up on the ground gasping for breath, Xu Meijing couldn't bear to hit him any harder, especially since his hand hadn't even touched her clothes.

"Meijing, in Hong Kong, being soft-hearted is digging your own grave. If you let him off the hook today, he might come back and watch your door, wait for you to pick up your kids, or even break into your house in the middle of the night—have you thought about that?"

Li Wenguo gave his advice in a deep voice, his gaze sharp as a nail.

"That's right, Aunt Xu. In Hong Kong, even the shadows are poisonous at night. If you don't kill him, he'll take your life sooner or later. This kind of thing happens every day at the docks, in back alleys, and in tea restaurants. I'm not kidding."

Xiao Jie immediately replied, his tone as heavy as iron soaked in water.

As soon as he heard Li Wenguo speak, he knew that this man would not only lose one hand, but also his life.

"No! Absolutely not! I swear on my life! I would never dare to lay a finger on you!"

The man kowtowed desperately, his forehead pounding against the ground with a loud thud.

"Don't you know what I mean! Tell me, which hand were you thinking of using to touch my wife?"

Li Wenguo stepped on his shoulder and demanded an explanation in a stern voice.

"I...I blacked out, I really can't remember if it was my left or right hand..."

He tried to bluff his way out of it.

Unfortunately, Li Wenguo wasn't buying it.

"Okay, can't remember? Then remove both of them."

"ah?!"

"Don't chop! Don't chop! I'll confess! I'll confess everything!!"

The man completely panicked and cried out for mercy.

"It was the left hand! It was the left hand that reached out!"

Seeing his right wrist firmly held down and Yu Tou approaching with a cleaver, he immediately changed his tune, hoping to save his life—even if his left hand was useless, at least he could still eat.

But nobody listened to his bargaining.

Li Wenguo had already spoken, so how could Wu Xiaogou, Xiao Jie, and Yu Tou stop?