Spring Breeze Twenty Years

Chapter 742 A fight broke out

The next morning, Xiaowei signed an investment agreement with the Andong municipal government, and the land ownership certificate was issued directly, unlike in Xidu where it wouldn't be issued until construction began next year. It's clear that this area is determined to develop and transform.

Xiao Wei always carried the official seal with him, which was convenient. After signing the agreement, he went to the Construction Bank to open an account, accompanied by government staff. That concluded the matter in Andong. Things really do change quickly; a huge windfall fell from the sky, and there was no way to avoid it.

After having lunch at the restaurant, the five of them discussed it, said goodbye to Liu Sui, and drove straight to Dalian. They really didn't dare stay here any longer; the hospitality was too much.

Around 7 p.m., the five people arrived in Dalian city.

We grabbed a bite to eat at a random place, settled into a hotel, and then went out to a large public bathhouse to relax. We were all exhausted from the past few days, so a bath was a good way to unwind.

In 91, dry saunas, also known as steam rooms, were just becoming popular. There were also steam rooms in bathrooms, but most people preferred steam rooms because dry saunas made their noses feel uncomfortable and the temperature was higher.

Soaking, steaming, and rubbing – a whole set of activities took more than an hour. Feeling exhausted, the group changed into bathrobes and went to the rest area. They lay down and asked for a foot massage, and the waiter brought them tea.

The projector was showing Hong Kong and Taiwanese videos. I didn't know what kind of movies they were, but they were pretty explicit. The female characters all had a coy, whining expression, while the male characters just pounced on every woman they saw. I had no idea what they were doing. Actually, these kinds of Category III films wouldn't be considered anything special in later times, but back then they were incredibly exciting, considered genuine pornography.

Chen Hui said, "Looks like this boss is pretty tough, openly running this place. There must be a lot of prostitutes here."

Xiao Wei glanced at him sideways and said, "You want to find another one?"

Chen Hui gestured with his lips to the side. Xiao Wei turned his head to look and saw that Wang Gang and Mi Le were both hard-on, looking excitedly at the projection. Li Weibing was a little better, not showing as much eagerness. Actually, Xiao Wei and Chen Hui were also aroused. This thing is hard to control, but while they couldn't control their lower bodies, their upper bodies were still fine.

Five technicians came over, bowed, and sat down to massage the feet of the five men. Their eyes swept over the five small tents, and they all grinned. Xiao Wei was a little embarrassed and grabbed a blanket to cover his stomach. The other four didn't care at all and just stood there, blatantly erect. They were really not on the same level.

Miler turned to Wang Gang beside him and asked, "Want to play for a while?"

Wang Gang was somewhat tempted. He glanced at Li Weibing, who said, "Calm down. Do you think Xiaowei can handle this?"

Wang Gang was a little discouraged and said, "What's wrong with grown men having some fun? It's not like we're broke. It's boring."

Li Weibing said, "Let's try to avoid getting involved in this as much as possible in the future. Actually, when you think about it, there's no benefit to it. I should just find a proper wife."

Miler nudged Wang Gang: "Are you going?"

Wang Gang sighed, shook his head, and said, "Let's just leave it at that. If we go today, Xiao Wei probably won't talk to us tomorrow." He lowered his voice and said, "Let's go when we get back to Xidu. It'll be my treat."

Miler raised her head, glanced at Xiaowei, and pursed her lips.

Chen Hui asked Xiao Wei, "Hey, don't you have any ideas at all? I don't believe it."

Xiao Wei said, "I'm not a eunuch, how could I not have thoughts? If I have thoughts, I have to do them. I have many things to think about, it's not like I don't have a wife. Let me tell you, I can't control those three, but if you dare, don't let me watch them. If I do, I'll definitely tell Chen Xiao and Uncle Chen."

Chen Hui, his face contorted, said, "Was this considered making bad friends?"

A strong smell of alcohol wafted over. A man leaned against the headboard of Wang Gang's massage bed, turned to the two people with him, and said, "Hey, these two girls are pretty good, look at their faces."

The two men, each with a cigarette between their fingers, looked at the masseuse giving Wang Gang a foot massage and said, "Okay, I'll take this one."

Wang Gang frowned and turned to look at the man who was practically leaning over his bedside: "What do you mean by this? You've got your spit right in my face, can't you see someone's here?"

They looked down at Wang Gang, didn't say anything, then suddenly spat in Wang Gang's face and chuckled.

Without a second thought, Wang Gang threw a punch, then jumped up from the massage bed and pounced on the guy. The man was indeed a bit drunk and didn't react at all. Wang Gang quickly took him down, leaving him bleeding from his nose and mouth, with a bruised eye, without even managing to retaliate.

"Holy crap." The two men who came with the man finally realized what was happening. One went to help the man who had fallen to the ground, while the other threw a punch at Wang Gang.

"Where the hell are you all? Gangzi's got people partying!" the man helping the person shouted, and five or six people came running up from behind: "What's going on? What's going on?"

The one who helped the man up said, "So what if Gangzi got high from those bastards? Are you blind? When there's something to talk about, you should take action. You're all just standing there like idiots."

Wang Gang had already started drinking with another guy, who hadn't drunk much and was quite large.

Li Weibing jumped off the bed, and a group of people surrounded him. Xiao Wei cursed, threw off the blanket, jumped up, flipped over the headboard of the massage bed, and kicked away someone who was grabbing Wang Gang's hair from the side. Chen Hui was even more ferocious. This kid was a tough fighter, and his hands were much darker than Xiao Wei's. He grabbed an ashtray and came over. It was one of those big glass ashtrays. He smashed it horizontally into a person's face, knocking him over and knocking out his teeth.

Miler is also a man of action. In fact, these young masters are all willing to fight to the death. They are bold. At worst, they can go home and ask their parents to settle things. Without any worries, even a sick cat can fight like a hero. Besides, which of these people is weak?

A dozen or so people got into a brawl, knocking the massage bed askew and scattering things everywhere. Several nearby customers ran faster than rabbits, and the masseuses screamed and dodged to the side.

They knocked down three or four of the opponents, and Xiao Wei and the others were also covered in bruises. It's like a master being beaten by a flurry of punches; in a fight, you can't avoid getting hit.

Now it was four against three, and Miler was honored when someone hit him with an ashtray. Luckily, it didn't hit him on the head, but on the side, and half of his face turned blue.

There were three more standing opposite, two with bleeding noses. Xiao Wei had two bruises on his face, and Wang Gang and Li Weibing also had bleeding noses. Only Chen Hui was uninjured. He was carrying a large ashtray, which was so powerful that no one could get close to him. He had taken down three of the five people lying on the ground.

"Who is this? What kind of thing is this?"

The people of Dalian speak differently from the rest of Northeast China; their accent is somewhat similar to that of the coastal areas of eastern Shandong, with a touch of Beijing influence. Some say the people here all came from eastern Shandong, but I don't know if that's true or not.

A burly man walked over, wearing an old-fashioned shirt, the kind now known as a Tai Chi practice outfit, with lantern pants and white-edged, multi-layered soles—the standard attire for a gangster in this era.

A dozen or so people followed behind him, looking at him with disgruntled expressions.

"What's going on?" the big man asked a waiter next to him.

(End of this chapter)