122: My uncle

Qian Ziyong laughed even louder: "Forty million?"

"Aren't you afraid he'll burst?"

Li Lian thought for a moment and said, "It shouldn't take that much; ten million should be enough!"

Qian Ziyong shook his head: "I won't bring the wine. You take me to him!"

"If he's looking for me, he should be in my office now, right?"

Li Lian said: "No, he's eating hot pot. He called a dozen people to our Heli 撈 Hotpot Restaurant!"

Qian Ziyong snorted: "He came to find me, yet he wants me to go find him, only sending you to relay the message. What a nerve!"

Seeing Qian Ziyong seemed very angry, Li Lian quickly said: "Boss, harmony brings wealth!"

"Such things are unavoidable!"

"Other supermarkets and other operating stores, as long as they reach a certain scale, must pay them money!"

"Our supermarket and Hot Pot Restaurant can earn a lot of money in a year, so even if we give them a little money, our loss won't be big!"

"As long as you humble yourself a little, you can earn a lot of money every year!"

Qian Ziyong shook his head: "I can do everything, except bow my head."

Without saying anything more, Qian Ziyong didn't go to find Liu Gaoda. He took Li Lian and walked towards the Hot Pot Restaurant.

Qian Ziyong's face was full of anger.

It was the first time the supermarket employees had seen their boss get so angry, and they were all discussing it.

...

Inside Heli 撈 Hotpot Restaurant, a group of burly men with tattoos sat casually in the private room, eating meat heartily and drinking to their fill.

Among them, a burly man with a spider tattoo on his arm and a skull pendant around his neck sat in a slouching manner.

"This Heli 撈 Hotpot Restaurant really tastes good!" the burly man in the middle said.

His name was General Niu. True to his name, he had bangs, but he wasn't refined; his face was full of wickedness.

"Thank you for the treat today, Brother Niu. I'll toast you!" A burly man raised his glass and gestured to General Niu.

This wine was very expensive, five thousand a bottle. The eleven of them each opened a bottle!

General Niu raised his glass as a gesture, ate hot pot, and curled his lips:

"Eating hot pot in the dead of winter is truly comfortable!"

"Everything about this Hot Pot Restaurant is good, except for one thing that makes me very dissatisfied!"

"They actually made me queue! They're really f***ing blind. I slapped them right away!"

"Doing business on my turf, and they don't even recognize me, General Niu. What kind of f***ing business are they doing?!"

General Niu was full of curses, his face wearing an arrogant expression.

The waitstaff outside didn't dare to come in.

General Niu glanced over, tilting his neck and saying: "What, didn't you see my cup is empty?"

"Aren't you going to come over and pour me some wine?"

"How are you serving customers?!"

A middle-aged waiter, Party Secretary Li Qun, rushed in front of several young female waitresses, entered the private room, and with a smiling face, poured wine for General Niu.

"This big brother's build alone shows he's a blessed man. With such drinking capacity, he's truly a model for our generation!"

"Hmph!" General Niu slammed the table fiercely, "A model for our generation?"

"You're comparing me to you?"

"What kind of trash are you to be compared to me?"

"Do you know who my uncle is?"

"Zong Qizhi!"

"In all of Han City, who doesn't give my uncle face?"

"It's your Heli 撈's honor that I come to eat at your place!"

"A model for our generation! Go to hell with your 'model for our generation,' I feel uncomfortable just hearing those words!"

General Niu raised his hand and slapped him.

The middle-aged waiter, Party Secretary Li Qun, was hit and stumbled backward, covering his face and sitting down on the ground.

At this moment, Qian Ziyong had just entered with Li Lian.

"Call the police!" Qian Ziyong said.

"Who dares to call the police?" General Niu stood up with a whoosh.

"I do!" Qian Ziyong stood right in front of General Niu.

Seeing Qian Ziyong arrive, all the employees stood outside the private room.

The incident here was spreading like wildfire, and countless customers were discussing it.

General Niu didn't care about so much; he raised his hand to hit Qian Ziyong.

Seeing General Niu about to hit their boss, the employees grabbed stools and rushed forward to help.

The employees' momentum was immense; over a hundred employees together made General Niu not dare to actually make a move.

"Who are you?" General Niu asked.

Qian Ziyong said: "My name is Qian Ziyong, and I am the owner of this Heli 撈!"

"You're the boss?" Seeing how young Qian Ziyong was, General Niu sneered, "You're the one I'm looking for!"

"Your fire safety is not up to standard. I'm here to inform you!"

Qian Ziyong said calmly: "I don't know what your position is, or what authority you have to say our fire safety is not up to standard?"

"You don't even know me?" General Niu was very angry, "My name is General Niu, and my uncle is Zong Qizhi, who controls all of Han City's fire safety!"

"Oh?" Qian Ziyong said, "So, you're nobody?"

"You're nobody, yet you're so arrogant?"

Hearing that Qian Ziyong didn't take him seriously, General Niu glared at him.

The other ten people also rolled up their sleeves.

Seeing that they wanted to make a move, many employees squeezed in, holding stools high in their hands.

They were just waiting for Qian Ziyong's command, and they would immediately smash them down.

Seeing so many people, and the employees so united, the people General Niu brought chickened out.

"Hmph!" General Niu, however, ignored the surrounding employees, put his hand on Qian Ziyong's shoulder, and whispered.

"Be sensible. Give me twenty million, and I'll guarantee your safety for a year!"

"If you don't give me the money, I'll immediately issue a notice to your Hot Pot Restaurant and Feihuang Supermarket for temporary closure for rectification!"

"With your store's business, you'd lose a lot of money even if you closed for one day, right?"

"Twenty million is nothing to you, it should be a small matter."

Qian Ziyong smiled and pushed away General Niu's hand from his shoulder: "Twenty million!"

"If I don't give you twenty million, you'll close my store?"

"Then come on, I'll wait here!"

Qian Ziyong spoke loudly, and the surrounding employees and customers heard him clearly.

Hearing that General Niu wanted twenty million, it immediately caused an uproar!

"Twenty million, this person must be crazy. Relying on his powerful uncle, he actually demands twenty million. His greed is truly ugly!"

"I know General Niu. He's a tyrant in Han City, filthy rich, idle all day, never lacks women around him, and drives a luxury car worth over five million!"

"That powerful? I'm not from Han City. This is my first time in Han City because I heard Heli 撈 hot pot is delicious, so I came all the way here. I didn't expect to encounter something like this as soon as I arrived. It's truly... interesting."

"Sigh... This kind of thing shouldn't be said out loud. With the size of Heli 撈 and Feihuang Supermarket, earning twenty million is very easy. If Qian Ziyong hadn't said it publicly, this matter could have been settled with twenty million. Now... it's difficult!"

"..."

Many customers looked at Qian Ziyong with sympathy.

When encountering such a powerful person, what can even the biggest boss do? Isn't it still about losing money to avoid disaster?