20: make trouble

As he finished speaking, a group of five or six burly men approached.

Each of them looked fierce and intimidating, heavily built, and they all carried thick clubs, the size of a wrist.

They were clearly the bouncers of this teahouse, its security force.

As soon as they appeared, they surrounded Wang Dong.

"Hey, I say, your teahouse is quite unreasonable."

"I asked you to bring me a pot of tea, but you sent this boy to serve me."

"Are you looking down on me, or deliberately trying to humiliate me?"

Facing the encirclement, Wang Dong showed no sign of fear on his Face.

Instead, he seemed increasingly annoyed and self-satisfied.

The burly men exchanged glances.

Could it be that this boy was in the wrong?

That's why the customer was angry.

It seemed somewhat unrelated to the troublemaking they had imagined.

Immediately, all their eyes turned to the waiter.

The boy's Face was filled with terror.

"No, sir, this has nothing to do with me. My job is to look after the guests who come here for tea. You, sir, asked for tea, and I was going to bring it to you."

"But you said you wanted our boss to serve you personally."

"I know your status might be noble, and I am lowly, but precisely because I am lowly, I cannot command the boss. If you bully me because of this, isn't that a bit...?"

The waiter, surprisingly, maintained his basic rationality even at this point.

He was verbally sparring with Wang Dong.

If it had been anyone else, such words might have caused them to lose Face and let it go.

But Wang Dong was specifically here to cause trouble.

Immediately, he slammed his hand down and stomped his foot on the broken wood of the table.

There was a loud crack.

The wood instantly shattered into powder.

"What? You still think I'm wrong? Today, your boss must serve me tea. If he doesn't come, none of you will have an easy time of it."

Wang Dong was self-righteous.

"Haven't you heard that the customer is God? If this boy serves others, can't your boss also serve customers?" Wang Dong's words grew increasingly unpleasant.

At this point, the burly men gradually understood the whole story.

Their expressions then turned grim.

Once again, each man held his club, staring menacingly at Wang Dong.

"Are you making fun of us, boy? How dare you pick a fight with our boss? I think you have a death wish."

"He's clearly here to cause trouble intentionally. If we don't deal with him today, we won't be able to report back."

"Go, beat this boy, take him down, and get a reward from the boss."

The men spoke one after another.

Before long, someone was already preparing to make a move.

But just then, Wang Dong coldly smiled.

"Are you sure you want to lay hands on me? If the people behind me find out, you might all be in deep trouble today."

"Of course, that's the ideal scenario. Even if the people behind you come, they'll have to bow down to me." Wang Dong's tone was extremely arrogant.

He held his neck high, speaking to the crowd with his nose in the air.

Any normal person would have been enraged to the point of a Qi deviation by now.

At this moment, even these burly men, despite their extensive training, could no longer tolerate it.

They were all about to make a move.

Just then, a shout came from a distance.

"You all, stop! Let me ask what happened?"

It was the owner of the shop speaking.

He was about fifty or sixty years old.

Though his hair wasn't yet white, his beard already showed some frost.

He looked at Wang Dong with a serious expression.

He wanted to ask this customer what exactly had happened.

Unless absolutely necessary, they generally avoided conflicts with people.

Of course, sometimes, relying on their background, bullying customers was a common occurrence.

However, the people they bullied needed to have some foresight.

"Hey! I told you, old man, to come serve me tea earlier, but you're only just showing up now."

"Are you looking down on me, your lord?"

Even now, Wang Dong's expression remained arrogant.

He wanted to provoke the other side, to make them strike first.

With an excuse, he could then lead his people to destroy the Wu Family.

Was this wrong? Who told the Wu Family's people that their psychological resilience wasn't good enough?

He provoked them with a few words, and they wanted to beat him to death.

Then it could only be this way.

It was merely an eye for an eye.

The more arrogant Wang Dong was, the greater the anger in everyone's hearts.

However, because of the shop owner, they all looked at each other, forcibly suppressing their fury.

They wanted to see how the situation would be handled next.

If their actions affected the owner's way of handling things, getting their wages docked would be secondary.

"You want me to pour you tea?"

The owner's eyes immediately narrowed.

He scrutinized the man before him, looking him up and down, left and right, over and over again.

He constantly racked his brain, trying to recall.

No matter what, he couldn't find a familiar Face.

But even so, he still didn't act rashly.

Some old monsters liked to pretend; perhaps this person in front of him was one of them.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, wasn't it just a pot of tea?

He would serve it to him.

As for humiliation or anything of the sort, if this person was truly deliberately making fun of him, the Wu Family, behind him, was not to be trifled with either.

Thinking of this, the shop owner took a deep breath.

Then he looked at the waiter.

"What kind of tea does he want?"

"Snow Tea."

The waiter's tone was still quite firm.

Although he was terribly afraid of trouble at this moment, with the boss here, he at least had a backbone.

Nothing too major would happen.

Moreover, this teahouse also had a strong background.

Since he started working here, almost nothing major had ever happened.

The shop owner heard this, then cupped his hands to Wang Dong and said, "Since that's the case, I will go and get you a pot of tea. There's no need to be so angry."

Adhering to the principle of caution, the shop owner walked to the other side and brought a pot of tea for Wang Dong.

But the next moment, Wang Dong suddenly knocked the tea over onto the ground.

The scalding tea on the ground emitted wisps of steam.

Wang Dong said coldly, "Just now, young master wanted to drink, but you wouldn't let me. Now young master doesn't want to drink, and you bring young master tea."

"And you say you're not making fun of me?"

Wang Dong chuckled coldly.

He wished he could slap the shopkeeper right now.

But his goal had not yet been achieved.

He had to make the other side make the first move.

If he made the first move, it would inevitably be bullying and violence.

Unless absolutely necessary, Wang Dong did not want to do that.

It was easy to alert the enemy and also easy to lose public support.

Although public support was useless to Wang Dong.