A life of success begins with being a landlord.

"Absolutely not."

I shook my head: "Dao Zixiong wouldn't do this to me, and there's no need for him to. Zhang Bazi also admitted that it was someone surnamed Yuan who was targeting me. I suspect the employer is Yuan Guizhen's younger brother, Yuan Bing."

Nan Batian thought for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Zhang Bazi is so arrogant, and you're just going to put up with it? Or, how about we join forces and take him out?"

Kill him?

I was a little surprised and turned to say, "Brother Nan, Zhang Bazi has no grudge against me. This time, he's just Yuan Guizhen's tool, doing things for money. So, I don't need to deal with him."

Nan Batian chuckled: "The fact that he dared to mess with you in Sanlichuan shows that he doesn't take Dao Zixiong seriously either. Next, he'll be fighting you for territory."

I shrugged: "That's Dao Zai Xiong's business. I'm just helping out for three months temporarily."

Nan Batian sighed, a worried look on his face: "You always think of problems as too simple. Many things are beyond our control."

I hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping myself.

The rise of outside forces has posed a threat to Daozai Xiong and Sang Kun.

As the saying goes, "ducks are the first to know when the river warms in spring," and Nan Batian naturally noticed it.

As we were talking, we arrived at Hongxing Village.

Gao Jianfeng has returned from Gangzhou, and he's here to pick me up with his old squad leader.

Nan Batian abandoned me and drove away.

I called Zhang Bazi and asked him to come and collect the money.

Ten minutes later, a small van pulled up.

The windows of the bread carts were all covered with a dark black film.

This kind of screen protector application is purely a case of trying to hide something, as if they're afraid others won't know they're doing something shameful.

Zhang Bazi opened the car door and beckoned me to get in.

I picked up my cloth bag and got on the bus.

Besides the driver and Zhang Bazi, there were two other burly men in the car, both of whom had bruises on their faces.

It must have been during our fight last night, when I beat him up.

Zhang Bazi ordered the car to drive, and it took me away from Hongxing Village.

"Scarface, why did you drive so far? Are you afraid I'll set you up?" I rolled my eyes.

"Brother, better safe than sorry. This is your territory, I'm scared."

Zhang Bazi grinned and told the driver to park the car in the open space ahead.

I patted the cloth bag: "Two hundred thousand, count it."

Zhang Bazi nodded and told the guy next to me to count the money.

I called to Zhang Bazi, got out of the car to smoke, and whispered:

"Whether we can get the remaining 800,000 depends on Scarface's abilities. The Hong Kong government is coming to negotiate tomorrow night. I'll be waiting for your good news."

Zhang Bazi was confident of victory: "I will definitely do that little thing you asked me to do. I will also definitely get this 800,000."

I chuckled. "Once Scarface gets his hands on that million, will he retire and go back to his hometown to enjoy a peaceful life?"

Zhang the Scarface shook his head: "Not enough. This money isn't all mine. I can only get two or three hundred thousand. What can I do with that little bit of money when I get home?"

"Scarface, you mean you still want to make money here?"

"There's no way to make a living if I go home, so I can only look for opportunities here," Zhang Bazi sighed.

"But have you considered that playing like this is very dangerous?"

I flicked my cigarette ash: "As the saying goes, if you walk by the river long enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet. If you don't change your profession, one day you'll have to pay back all the money you've earned, and you might even lose your lives."

The martial arts world is a monster that will devour all heroes.

In my opinion, Daozai Xiong and Sang Kun may not necessarily have a good end either.

Someone like Zhang Bazi... will probably die a terrible death.

Even if the underworld doesn't prey on people, one day the law will settle accounts with them.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Bazi stared intently at me and asked, "Brother, is there a safe and secure way to make money?"

I shrugged: "I don't have any, but you can keep looking, you'll definitely find some."

As the great writer Qian Zhongshu said, this is an era full of hope, where opportunities are everywhere.

I disagree with that statement, but I believe that if a person wants to walk the right path, they will definitely find it.

Zhang the Scarface sighed and chuckled, "This place is paved with gold, but it has nothing to do with us outsiders. Even if it did, there are only two paths: one is to rob, and the other is to invest in the entertainment industry. To invest in the entertainment industry, you need to find local partners. How about you help me make the first move?"

"I'll ask around for you when I have a chance," I vaguely agreed.

Zhang Bazi thanked me, finished his cigarette, and then invited me into his car to take me back to Hongxing Village.

I didn't go to work at Jin Sang Zi until after 4 pm.

Lei Zi reported to me that the car repair would take two or three days.

I don't care, I can wait.

Dao Zixiong called me again, saying that Li Hanwen and Yuan Guizhen would come to the Jinlong Hotel at 7 pm tomorrow to negotiate with me and Sister Li.

I agreed immediately.

Dao Zai Xiong then said, "Brother, I'll be the middleman tomorrow night. Neither of you can bring any people, and you certainly can't bring any weapons."

I laughed and said, "Brother Xiong, if a fight breaks out, I can send Li Hanwen and Yuan Guizhen to their deaths with just a few punches and kicks. I don't even need to bring any weapons."

Dao Zixiong laughed heartily: "You'd better give me face tomorrow night and don't make a move. You don't need to bring your eye drops either."

"I know, Xiong-ge."

I hung up the phone, first notified Sister Li, then called Zhang Bazi, and we plotted together.

Then I relaxed and could read quietly.

He Tiantian called to ask how my medicinal wine preparations were going.

I told He Tiantian, "Everything is ready now. Come here, I'll teach you how to make medicinal wine, and the next step will be to start making money."

He Tiantian chuckled softly, "I'd like to go over, but I'm afraid you'll act like a hooligan... and try to touch me inappropriately."

"Then can I keep my hands and feet still and move other things?"

"You damn scoundrel!"

He Tiantian cursed and then asked, "School's about to let out, I'm coming with Teacher Yu."

"Okay, I'll wait for you in front of the Golden Throat Clinic."

I hung up the phone and went downstairs to wait.

In the afternoon, Jin Sangzi wasn't busy, so I could slack off and wander around.

As long as I'm in Sanlichuan and not far away, it's fine.

About ten minutes later, He Tiantian and Teacher Yu arrived arm in arm.

Teacher Yu was wearing a fitted short-sleeved shirt, skinny jeans, and high heels. She looked amazing!

Tian Tian was still the same as before, wearing a dress, standing tall and graceful, swaying with charm.

I didn't say much, just waved and led them to 302.

The medicinal herbs are all there, but they still need preliminary processing. They need to be soaked in wine jars for ten days before they can be sold.

When we went upstairs, I let Teacher Yu and Tian Tian go first.

In that case, I can admire Teacher Yu's full jeans.

I think I've finally figured it out and started to like jeans!

As experienced womanizer Sister Li once said, men in their teens and twenties only look at a woman's face.

Married men will appreciate a woman's figure, especially her breasts;

A truly enlightened man appreciates women comprehensively: first his face, then his figure, and finally, he focuses on the most important thing—his buttocks.

Once inside 302, I slammed the door shut.

Tian Tian turned to look at me: "What are you doing?"

"Hehehe..." I revealed my devilish claws, grinning sinisterly, "You two pretty girls aren't getting away today!"

Teacher Yu chuckled: "One against two? Can you handle it?"

Tian Tian glanced at me sideways and said, "I don't believe you'd dare eat someone!"

Okay, you've seen right through me, I give up.

I put down the ghost claw and laughed, "Just kidding. Let's get to work, Tiantian. I'll teach you how to make the medicinal wine."

Tian Tian and Teacher Yu nodded, and under my guidance, they identified the medicinal herbs.

Teacher Yu patted my bottom: "Mr. Wang, what's this medicinal wine for?"

I casually picked up a bullwhip and solemnly declared, "There are two kinds of medicinal wine. One is for treating arthritis; the other is our flagship product, a kidney-tonifying and aphrodisiac wine!"

"Oh, for kidney tonification and aphrodisiac effects?"

He Tiantian blushed and glared at me: "Why...why did you make this medicinal wine?"

"Big boobs, no brains, idiot."

I raised the whip in my hand and poked Tian Tian's forehead: "What's the most prosperous and profitable profession here? It's the entertainment industry, right? I can't go out and sell myself, just watching others make money. I can only sell this medicinal wine, which is a related industry, so I can ride on its coattails."

This is no joke; once the medicinal wine is successfully prepared, it will definitely be a bestseller!

Too many people need this kind of medicinal wine.

"You're the one who's all brawn and no brains."

Tian Tian blushed, then smiled and said, "Why don't you go sell them? I think you'd sell very well!"

I grinned mischievously: "I'll sell it to you, do you want it? Twenty bucks for the whole night."

Teacher Yu burst out laughing.

Tian Tian was furious and pinched me hard: "I'll buy you and keep you as livestock!"

Teacher Yu nodded repeatedly: "The livestock are good, strong, and not afraid of getting tired."

"You...you're all the same!" Tian Tian stomped her foot. "Get to work!"

I shrugged and got to work with two beautiful women.

This task is very simple; I'll leave it to Tian Tian and Teacher Yu from now on.

Any money they make belongs to both of them. My share, as agreed, will be donated to the school.

I just finished work when Jin Sangzi had an accident.

Qian Yuhuai called me and told me to come over right away.

I hung up the phone, ran downstairs, borrowed Lao Zhou's motorcycle, and hurriedly returned to Jin Sangzi.

Supervisor Xie Xia greeted me and said in a low voice, "It seems there are a few young masters causing trouble in the Peony Hall on the third floor, beating up the waiters. We can't afford to mess with them."

Just then, Dao Zixiong called, his tone also filled with helplessness:

"Brother, we might not be able to afford to mess with those troublemakers. Go over and check it out. If they want to smash the shop, let them. If they want to hit someone, let them..."

This is the first time I've seen Knife-Hung act so cowardly!

"Understood, Xiong-ge!"

I hung up the phone and rushed up to the Peony Hall on the third floor.

I took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

The private room was filled with smoke and was in a complete mess.

The floor was littered with broken glass bottles.

Four young masters sat on the sofa.

Shen Yuerong, accompanied by three waiters, knelt on the ground, their hair disheveled, clothes in disarray, and faces bruised and swollen.

It looks like he was beaten pretty badly.

There were two pretty waitresses, even... barely clothed, even more unsightly than barely clothed, unable to conceal their shame.

Moreover, Shen Yuerong and the others all smelled of alcohol, so they must have been given a lot of drinks.

The speakers and the large screen were also smashed to pieces.

When the four young masters saw me, they looked at me with disdain, glaring at me or giving me a cold laugh.

"Gentlemen, is there some misunderstanding?"

I greeted them with clasped hands, saying, "I apologize for the poor hospitality."

The young man with the effeminate appearance sitting in the middle pointed at me and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am the supervisor here, Wang Yaozu."

"Bring glory to your ancestors? Bring glory to your grandpa!"

The pretty boy slammed his fist on the table: "I came here to have some fun, and you bunch of sluts have managed to make me angry. Tell me, how are we going to settle this score?"

I really wanted to kick those bastards to death, but remembering Daozai Xiong's instructions, I held back.

"Sister Rong, how can you be so inconsiderate?"

I turned to look at Shen Yurong and sighed, "Guests come here to have fun, we can't let them get angry. You can all leave now, and bring over a few more sensible waiters."

Shen Yuerong and several waiters stood up, but dared not leave.

I saw that Shen Yuerong's knee was cut by broken glass from a wine bottle and was still bleeding.

It must have been those few spoiled brats who made Shen Yuerong kneel on the broken glass!

Sigh, even a job that relies on youth isn't easy to make!

It's even more tragic than the song "Dancing Girl's Tears" by that other singer.

I clasped my hands in a fist and palm salute to the pretty boy again: "Brother, let's change to a different private room and get a different group of waiters. Your entire bill for today is on me."

Killing someone is nothing more than a beheading.

You vandalized my shop and assaulted my people, but I won't pursue the matter further.

And we'll even give you a free meal, so you can go somewhere else and play with a different group of people. Is that alright?

"It's your turn, who the hell do you think you are?"

The pretty boy sneered, pointing at my face: "Why should I give you face? Can't I handle this? Want you to pay for it?"