Chapter 8 Fork Out
After nine o'clock, Zhang Nianzu and Zhao Weiming suddenly felt the pressure.
I don't know when, but Dick's Slow Rock Bar has been full of people, and it's obvious at a glance that these people are not good people.
Most of them have tattoos, and some of them have scars on their tattoos.
Most of them have fat faces, some of which have scars from knives.
Most of them wore big gold chains and big gold watches, and many of them had scars on them...
They were of varying ages, with older, more imposing men bringing a few of their lackeys with them, while the younger, newcomers came alone or in groups.
Without exception, everyone who came in would go and greet Chiang Kai-shek first.
The bosses laughed from afar, clasped their fists and bowed, exchanged a few words with Lao Jiang, and then sat down under the guidance of the waiter.
Young people can only bow and nod in front of the bar and find a place to sit by themselves. Those who come late and there are no seats available have to stand somewhere.
It can be seen that although these people are all leaders, they are definitely not from the same gang. Those who have a good relationship with each other nod and greet each other from a distance, and those who don't get along with each other pretend not to see it and never dare to cause trouble or provoke. Because in this place, no matter how powerful you are, the protagonist is not you! Instead, it is the little round fat man behind the bar who always has a smile on his face - Lao Jiang.
What Old Wu said was absolutely right. This place really had become a gathering place for gangsters. Everyone looked respectful, and consciously or unconsciously focused their eyes on the bar, like believers who had come to make a pilgrimage.
Zhao Weiming felt that he had no good reputation in the past few years in society, but now he could claim to be the cleanest among this group of people...
"Are we in the wrong place?" Zhao Weiming said with a timid look.
"Look good. I'll find a chance to talk to Jiang Zhicheng later." Zhang Nianzu was able to remain calm.
In this situation, Lao Jiang did not seem to realize that he was the protagonist. He was still greeting people attentively, like the owner of a small bar.
Zhao Weiming suddenly found Zhao Meir in the booth across the dance floor. Zhao Meir also saw the two people here at the same time. She didn't say anything, but just rolled her eyes coldly.
Zhang Nianzu said with a smile: "This proves that the information you got is not false." Zhao Meir would naturally not come to such a place for no reason . Her purpose was self-evident.
The bar was filled with soothing music and was packed with guests. Jiang Zhicheng would occasionally greet a certain big brother in the booth with a smile, and whenever that happened, the big brother would quickly stand up and raise his glass in response. Sometimes, two people standing up together because they were too close to each other would cause jealousy...
Zhao Weiming said with emotion: "This is incredible! This Lao Jiang is the Lu Han of the underworld!"
Zhang Nianzu said: "I think he looks more like the mentor of an old Chinese gangster."
The bosses gathered in this previously inconspicuous bar naturally to witness the style of the legend in the industry, but Lao Jiang was just being polite, as if there was a lack of an opportunity for the two sides to interact. Zhang Nianzu felt that if Lao Jiang moved a chair to the middle of the dance floor and talked about his experiences, the atmosphere would definitely become lively.
At this time, Lao Jiang saw that the place was already full of people, so he took out a microphone from the bar and put it to his mouth.
Upon seeing this, the bosses hurriedly ordered their younger brothers to be quiet.
"Thank you all for your support. I am really not worthy of this opportunity, brother." Lao Jiang made his opening remarks.
There was applause from all around.
Zhao Weiming was speechless and said, "Today I finally saw what idol halo is. I just said a few words and there are so many people flattering me."
Zhang Nianzu scolded him, "Speak louder!"
Sure enough, several young thugs who had no seats were staring at Zhao Weiming with angry eyes.
Zhao Weiming quickly clapped his hands: "That was so brilliant, yeah——"
Lao Jiang said politely that there would be no more idle talk, and stretched out his hand in front of him, with infinite tenderness on his face, "Now, please invite Miss Xu Xiaofeng to perform the opening song for us tonight."
Everyone's eyes shifted, and they saw a woman standing up from the seat closest to Chiang Kai-shek. She smiled and bowed gracefully to everyone, then placed her slender lady's cigarette on the ashtray and walked slowly into the center of the dance floor.
Xu Xiaofeng had bright eyes and a graceful figure, and she was wearing a reddish-brown cheongsam. No one could tell how old she was. Her delicate skin and thick hair made her look like a girl, but the crow's feet around her eyes showed that she was not young. She was not noticeable when she was sitting there, but from the moment she stood up, she was full of energy and attracted everyone's attention.
"Excellent!" Zhao Weiming exclaimed, but this time he spoke in a very low voice...
Xu Xiaofeng came on stage and bowed to the audience. The music started and her soft female voice rang out in the bar. But after the first few sentences, everyone was stunned for a moment. It turned out that they couldn't understand what she was singing because she was singing a Japanese song.
This song has a brisk tempo and should be a love song. R&B style songs have many distinctive pauses and turns. Teresa Teng performed it affectionately and playfully. Although it is difficult to understand, it is still very pleasant to the ear, and most importantly, the people on the stage are also pleasing to the eye.
Since Xu Xiaofeng came on stage, Lao Jiang's eyes have never left her, his eyes are full of admiration and appreciation. The bosses are not interested in the songs, most of the people here are here to see Lao Jiang.
So to sum up the situation in one sentence: Chiang Kai-shek looked at Xu Xiaofeng infatuatedly, while a bunch of rough men looked at Chiang Kai-shek infatuatedly...
Zhang Nianzu nudged Zhao Weiming: "Don't forget your business."
Zhao Weiming nodded and walked towards the bar holding the paper bag containing 20,000 yuan.
Seeing this, Zhao Meir on the opposite side also stood up provocatively.
Old Chiang was still absorbed in the singing. Although Zhao Weiming had come close to him, he was a little confused as to whether he should disturb the other party's interest at this time. He was not stupid.
At this moment, two people suddenly pushed Zhao Weiming aside without saying anything. One of them, a man wearing glasses and with a sharp face, stretched out his hand to Lao Jiang and said awkwardly , "Nice to meet you, Mr. Jiang."
Lao Jiang was indeed unhappy, but he still shook his hand and said, "Okay, what do you want me to do?"
The man with glasses winked at the sturdy man traveling with him, and the sturdy man put a suitcase on the bar, opened the lock with a "click", and turned it so that the suitcase with its mouth wide open was facing Lao Jiang. It was full of hundred-dollar bills.
Lao Jiang glanced at it and asked, "What is this?"
Glasses said: "We are from Changfeng Group, and our boss wants to make friends with you."
Lao Jiang said: "No merit, no reward. Do you two have anything to say?"
Glasses said: "Our boss wants to ask you about someone."
"Tell me about it."
Glasses said word by word: "Grandpa."
Zhao Weiming and Zhang Nianzu looked at each other, and Zhao Meir, who came later, was also surprised when she heard these two words.
Lao Jiang's expression changed immediately, and he said rudely: "I don't know this person, please leave immediately."
Seeing that something seemed to be going on here, several people wearing gold chains suddenly jumped over from not far from the bar, looking as if they were ready to beat someone up for Lao Jiang at any time.
Glasses snorted and said slowly: "Boss Jiang, you should think about it first. The price can be negotiated. Our boss..."
Lao Jiang waved his hand and said, "Fork out!"
The big gold chain guys heard this command as if they heard the sound of nature. They formed groups of two or three, some holding arms and some pulling hair. They didn't give Glasses and his accomplices a chance to utter another word, and they "forked" the man out smoothly. Then there were weak screams from outside. Several big gold chain guys came and went like the wind and came back again. They bowed their heads and said together, "It's done."
Lao Jiang bowed and said, "Thank you, brothers."
The big gold chains were flattered and said in unison: "You're welcome, Mr. Jiang." After that, they all returned to their original positions as if nothing had happened...
Chiang Kai-shek suddenly saw Zhao Weiming leaning over the bar and asked him, "What do you want?"
Zhao Weiming was startled and said, "It's okay, I'm going to the toilet."
