Chapter 739 — Give Me Back My Silver Needle

Li Cihua calmed Li Dilei down, and had no sooner stepped out of the ward than he received a call from baldy President Wu.

"Hello? Old Wu, what is it?" Li Cihua asked.

"Brother Cihua, I've been bullied by someone! My car got a dent kicked into it, and after I told them your name, they didn't care at all, said who the hell is this Cihua guy!" To get Li Cihua to stand up for him, baldy President Wu began to spin his lies.

"In all of Songshan City, someone who doesn't care about the name Li Cihua?" Li Cihua had already been full of pent-up fury, and hearing baldy President Wu's words, he grew even angrier at once: "Who are they?"

"I don't know. I took Xiaoli to buy a house today, ran into him at the sales office. Seems he has some connection with the sales manager there, got them a bit of a discount!" baldy President Wu said.

"Buying a house? Fine, I'll bring some men over right now!" Li Cihua nodded. Someone who came in person to buy a house — what kind of big shot could that be? He happened to be in a foul mood right now; finding someone to take it out on would do him good!

baldy President Wu was overjoyed. He felt the money he'd handed up to Li Cihua over the years hadn't been wasted after all — when trouble came his way, Li Cihua really did help him out!

In truth, Li Cihua did think rather highly of baldy President Wu. Granted, baldy President Wu went around doing business under Li Cihua's banner, but he also genuinely brought in money every year! Five million a year in tribute — among all the enterprises under Li Cihua's hand, that was no small sum!

So when baldy President Wu ran into trouble, Li Cihua couldn't very well ignore it. Coming in person with his men was also meant to show how well he looked after baldy President Wu, so that when the year-end tribute came due, Wu might hand over a bit more money!

These were troubled times, and Li Cihua was, as they say, broke as a clanging bell. Building the Qibing Tower alone had already been enough to bear, and now that he was building it all over again, it had drained every last bit of his savings from all these years in one go — of course he was desperate to get money!

Before long, Li Cihua arrived with his men. baldy President Wu was overjoyed and called out, "Brother Cihua, over here, over here!"

Li Cihua nodded and walked over with his men: "I say, Old Wu, you're a man of some standing now — why are you eating out here in the main hall?"

"It's just the two of us, a casual bite is all — no need for any grand show!" baldy President Wu said hurriedly.

"Enough. Where are these people you mentioned? Take me to see them! Once this is settled I've got other business!" Li Cihua felt it was a bit beneath him to handle something like this personally, but he had no capable men left under him — Zhang Long and Li Yao had both been killed by Wei Zhao, and Zhong Fabai was at the hospital keeping watch over a patient at the moment. He truly had no one else to use, and could only go see to it himself.

But this, in turn, moved baldy President Wu to tears: "Brother Cihua, it's that private room over there! That you'd come in person — I'm truly honored. Rest assured, this year's management fee, I'll add another ten percent!"

"No trouble, no trouble!" Li Cihua thought to himself, Seems you know how to play the game — coming here in person wasn't wasted after all!

Li Cihua, with Su Jiaonang and a few underlings, along with baldy President Wu, came to the door of that private room. The restaurant's waiters had seen the whole thing, but at this moment none dared step forward!

After all, Li Cihua and his group looked like they had come for no good, especially those underlings — all of them hulking brutes covered in tattoos!

"Kick the door in!" Li Cihua said flatly.

"You got it!" baldy President Wu had found his nerve this time too. With Li Cihua at his side, what did he have to fear?

So with a "bang", he kicked the door of the private room — and he'd put his full strength into that kick! But who'd have known the door of this little restaurant was flimsy to begin with, couldn't take a kick, and wasn't even locked! With too much force behind it, he went flying straight into the room, landing face-down on the floor with a "thud", sprawled out flat on all fours!

Li Cihua was so furious his teeth itched. Truly a hopeless case — we're here to wreck the place, and the moment you're through the door you're kowtowing to them. What the hell is this?

There was nothing for it — Li Cihua could only lift his foot and follow him into the private room. He couldn't let their momentum weaken!

baldy President Wu's sudden tumble inside made Wei Zhao and the others freeze for a moment. Was this fellow deranged?

And Li Cihua — the moment he entered, he was about to put on a show and start barking orders — but then he saw Wei Zhao in the private room, and with a "gah" he froze on the spot!

Naturally, Baldy President Wu had not caught the look on Li Cihua's face. He was still eating dirt, and having finally scrambled to his feet, he jabbed a finger at Wei Zhao and bellowed, "Brother Cihua, it's this punk! He's the one who kicked my car, and he doesn't give a damn about you!"

Cold sweat broke out down Li Cihua's back. Wei Zhao? How could his luck be this rotten? He had only meant to stand up for one of his men, and he had to run into Wei Zhao?! Didn't give a damn about me? Not only does he not give a damn about me, he doesn't give a damn about Young Master Bing either!

But what can I possibly do to him?

Li Cihua felt a little awkward, unsure what to say. He had meant to claim he'd walked into the wrong private room and lead his men out, but Baldy Wu had gone and spilled everything, leaving him no way to smooth things over.

"Wei Zhao..." Li Cihua said, somewhat embarrassed.

"Brother Cihua, did you come to bring me back my silver needles?" Wei Zhao glanced at Li Cihua and said coolly, "Your brother's needles have been pulled out by now, haven't they? Hurry up and give them back — that stuff is actually pretty expensive!"

"..." Li Cihua's expression turned magnificent in an instant. He still wants the needles back? Isn't this going too far? How much can a box of silver needles possibly be worth? Yet he truly did not dare flare up outright! Wei Zhao's strength spoke for itself, and beyond that, Wei Zhao was a violence-loving maniac who feared neither heaven nor earth — he'd dare beat even Young Master Bing, let alone the likes of Li Cihua!

Li Cihua had no desire to be beaten into a cripple by Wei Zhao! So he could only force a smile and say, "It's just a box of silver needles — you really care that much?"

"Oh, you like silver needles? How about I give you a few more?" As he spoke, Wei Zhao fished the silver needle case out of his pocket.

At the sight of the case, Li Cihua's face went ashen with fright! My God, what did that mean? Did Wei Zhao intend to stick a few more silver needles into him? That was more than Li Cihua could bear! So he said in a fluster, "No, no, I don't like them. I'll go get the needles right now and bring them to you straight away!"

Li Cihua dared not say another word. He turned and left the private room, and Su Jiaonang and the others who had come with him, seeing Li Cihua go, quickly followed him out.

Only Baldy President Wu was left standing there like a fool, frozen and at a loss! What was going on? Li Cihua had come to vent his anger for him — so how had a few words scared him off? And he was even going to fetch silver needles for this man?