Chapter 150: Chapter 150: When did Brother Hao start acting like a fortune teller?!
Just as Wang Hao and his group were waiting for news, down below the building on the street, a convoy marched thunderously toward them.
The convoy sped arrogantly, leading with a Land Rover and followed by three Porsches, with the least impressive vehicle being a Toyota Prado. Such a fleet was nearly reckless, exuding an air of unbridled audacity!
And that wasn’t all; following the convoy was a line of black sedans.
Honda Accord, Toyota Camry, Audi A6L—seven or eight in total. If there were balloons tied to the rearview mirrors, it would have looked just like a wedding procession.
Inside the Land Rover.
The driver, a burly young man, at first glance seemed simple-minded with brawn over brains. But upon closer observation, you’d realize he was definitely not the kind of bully who preyed on the weak.
The girl sitting next to him, delicate as a flower, said, “Mr. Han, this time we were messed up by a nobody; we can’t just let this go!” Not to mention anything else, just those long, white legs paired with slightly heavy makeup and a foxy smile, she was truly what every man dreamed of.
“Don’t worry, Jiaojiao,” the burly young man referred to as Mr. Han shook his head and said in a deep voice, “I’ve been working on this building for over a year now, drove out all the businesses, and even kept many hoodlums loitering around. It’s almost within our grasp in another month. How could we possibly give up now?”
“It’s only natural,” the girl asked softly, “But Mr. Han, are you really sure that the government will start development here next year and then include it in the free-trade zone?”
“Of course, would I exert so much effort without that information?” Mentioning this, Mr. Han suddenly spoke proudly, “Every inch of land here in Zhonghai is worth a fortune. It’s one of the few areas still not fully developed, barely frequented by anyone now, but soon, it will definitely have people fighting over it!”
The convoy sped swiftly, and Mr. Han stopped the car where Wang Hao and his people were waiting.
A dozen more vehicles lined up behind it, first disembarking was a group of about seven or eight young masters and misses in their mid-twenties.
Then, eight more sedans parked around, and a group of burly men in black alighted, clearly not the friendly type!
As a first-tier city in the Heavenly People’s Republic, Zhonghai has always had its share of silver-spoon-fed young masters.
This fellow known as Mr. Han was born into a local magnate family, with significant influence not only in the business world but also in the political realm.
Birds of a feather flock together; besides Mr. Han, all the other young masters and misses were also from wealthy families, evident from their watches, clothes, women’s handbags, and men’s belts—not cheap by any means, if not quite on par with Mr. Han.
Hearing someone was looking for him, Mr. Han walked up to the front of Wang Hao’s group and smiled, “I heard someone was looking for me; here I am; what can I do for you?”
“Are you Mr. Han?” Enemies on sight are typically inflamed, and Zhang Youcai said furiously, “You messed up my business out of the blue; how are we going to settle this?”
“How else can we settle this?” Mr. Han shrugged, “I’ve brought my people, you tell me; no matter the game, I’m ready!”
Seeing Mr. Han’s bold demeanor, Zhang Youcai immediately felt intimidated.
No way around it, he knew this group was not easy to provoke. Though he could take on three in a fight, when it came to backings, his nouveau riche status was no match for these high-born ladies and gentlemen.
“Everything has to be reasonable!” Zhang Youcai retorted, trying to hide his internal unease, “Let’s not disturb each other’s waters!”
No sooner had he spoken than the sound of cars roared from behind him, and five more black sedans arrived, discharging over ten sturdy men, each armed, standing behind Zhang Youcai.
Now bolstered, Zhang Youcai felt somewhat more confident. However, facing the opponent’s arrogance, he still felt somewhat suppressed.
“Do you only have these few people?” Mr. Han glanced dismissively at Zhang Youcai’s group and scoffed, “I had taken you seriously before, but now it seems pretty average. So, what’s your plan?”
This was a difficult position.
Outmatched in manpower and clearly outclassed by the imposing group.
Caught at both ends, Zhang Youcai was desperate, staring blankly without a solution.
“I’m asking you!” Mr. Han, seeing Zhang Youcai struggling to respond, grew impatient. He frowned and pressed, “Didn’t you call me here? Well, I am here. But since I’m here, we should resolve this matter today, right? Hurry up, I don’t have all day to stare down with you!”
“I… ” Zhang Youcai, his forehead slick with cold sweat, stuttered, unable to utter a full sentence.
Helpless, indeed, his power paled in comparison to these formidable figures!
Seeing that things were about to go south, Wang Hao shrugged his shoulders.
No matter whether they were really going to fight or some other special situation arose, in short, it won’t be easy for Brother Fei to work here in the future.
No choice, Brother had to take action!
“Hey, buddy, Mr. Han, right?” Wang Hao stepped forward with a smile, “I see darkness in your brow; you seem likely to have problems recently.”
“Who the hell are you?” One of the rich kids, who was hugging a beauty, yelled, “Is this a place for you to talk?” He slightly lifted his head, chin held high, looking at Wang Hao with disdain.
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Han’s group erupted in laughter.
“Exactly, exactly, a youngster like him, where does he get the right to speak?”
“When the boss talks, where is there room for his unsophisticated interruptions?”
Listening to the surrounding mockery, Wang Hao just smiled.
“I’m merely the one hundred and thirty-eighth descendant of Ghost Valley,” Wang Hao said nonchalantly, hands behind his back. What a joke, he was on a roll today, so he might as well dish out some bluster: “If I say you’re going to face a disaster soon, then there’s definitely a disaster coming!”
The Master had finally made his move!
Zhang Youcai almost cried; with the Master here, it seemed everything was going to be alright!
“Haha, in all my life, this is the first time someone dares tell me I’m about to face disaster!” Mr. Han laughed loudly, wrapping his arms around Yang Jiaojiao’s shoulders and said teasingly, “Well then, tell me, how am I about to face a disaster?”
“There’s a saying, ‘A long stride might tear the eggs,'” Wang Hao said with a grin, “Being too greedy might make you overeat. Buddy, listen to my advice, lay down your butcher knife and become a Buddha right now. There’s still time, or else you’re going to be unlucky soon!”
Seeing Wang Hao acting all high and mighty made everyone laugh even harder!
“Hahaha, this guy is too funny, spouting nonsense without paying taxes, huh?”
“Right, Mr. Han facing misfortune? If he said that he will be forced to eat shit later, that might be more believable!”
“Kid,” Mr. Han glared at Wang Hao, sneered, and said, “Then tell me how I’m going to face misfortune?”
“The secrets of heaven must not be revealed,” Wang Hao was very clear about the power of his lucky streak and stated confidently, “As for how exactly you’ll face misfortune, that’ll depend on your behavior!”
Damn, was this guy always so pretentious?
Mr. Han stared at Wang Hao like he was an idiot: “My behavior, my ass…”
He had intended to start a fight, but just then, suddenly, a refined-looking young man behind yelled, “Mr. Han, it’s bad! Look, the stocks we bought just plummeted due to a black swan event—they hit the lower limit!”
Hearing about the stock plummet, Mr. Han’s group looked at each other and simultaneously pulled out their phones to check.
“It really did!” Mr. Han’s eyes widened in disbelief, “How could this be? The company’s general manager is suspected of corruption and embezzlement, and he diverted two hundred million for his mistress?!”
Who would have thought the misfortune would come so quickly? Everyone was dumbstruck!
This company’s stocks, which these rich kids had bought quite a lot of, had just plummeted, causing each of them to lose at least five to six hundred thousand on average!
“Didn’t I say you would face misfortune?” Wang Hao hee-heed, “Go back now, and the Master here might still spare you! Otherwise, there’s still more misfortune to come!”
Wang Mengfei watched with her mouth wide open!
Since when had Brother Hao turned into a soothsayer?!
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