I went berserk in the movie world

Chapter 40 Even Guan Yu can't protect you

"How could I dare? Brother Tiger has already given his word, how could I not give him face?"

The fat corpse chuckled, then turned to glance at Song Sheng, raised his chin, and spoke with a forced, insincere smile:

"Hey buddy, since you're Tiger's brother, I'll have someone add another thousand dollars. Later, you talk to that bastard and make sure he prepares the contract for me in advance, so we don't waste any time."

Song Sheng pursed his lips, and just as he began to speak, he said, "Fatty, are you kidding me? Three thousand yuan—"

Before the words could even land, a hand suddenly slammed onto the table, so hard that a lot of water splashed out of the teacup.

The arrogant, shirtless youth beside him suddenly stood up, his gaze piercing Song Sheng's face like a knife: "Kid, how dare you call me 'Big Boss'? Don't you know any manners?!"

Song Sheng raised his eyelids, glanced at him indifferently, and his face revealed no emotion.

Tiger put down his teacup, spat out a mouthful of tea foam to the side, leaned back in his chair, and said slowly, "Fatty, you've got quite a temper, haven't you?"

I heard he can take on a hundred people at once, is that true?

"Tiger, you're joking. Young people are often hot-blooded; don't stoop to their level." Fat Corpse grinned broadly. "As for one against a hundred—"

Which idiot is spreading this nonsense?

"It's not that exaggerated. At most, one person can take on ten."

As he spoke, he gave the young man beside him a wink, then adopted a reprimanding tone: "Your Highness, aren't you going to greet them? Others may not know the rules, but don't you?"

The young man then turned to Tiger and bowed his head slightly: "Tiger Brother."

Then, glancing sideways, he threw an undisguised provocative look at Song Sheng.

Song Sheng sat to the side, head down, and gave a subtle, almost imperceptible smile.

Young people who are eager to prove themselves and want to rise in rank.

Tsk tsk, the ambition in his eyes is almost impossible to hide.

Tiger, too lazy to beat around the bush any longer, got straight to the point:

"Fat Corpse, let's get back to business."

Since we're all sitting here, let's not hold back.

My brother just invested 50,000 yuan in that newspaper, and you want to get 70% of the shares with only 3,000 yuan?

This isn't doing business, this is robbery!

"Brother Tiger," Fatty leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs, "that tiny newspaper, he said he'd invest 50,000 yuan, so he just did it?"

I had someone calculate it before I went; five thousand yuan is already a very high price to pay.

As he spoke, he changed the subject, his gaze falling back on Song Sheng, and directly reprimanded him: "I was wondering why Brother Tiger would help you, you good-for-nothing, get in on the goodness of your life. Turns out it was you, you scoundrel, who stirred things up!"

Fifty thousand yuan? Do you want me to burn it for you?

Bang!

Tiger slammed his hand on the table, making the entire surface shake: "Fat Corpse, what did you say?!"

The fat corpse sat in the chair, the initial smile on his face completely gone, and his tone had turned cold:

"Brother Tiger, I only came because of Sister Pei."

I increased my price from two thousand to three thousand, isn't that enough?

As a result, the first thing you said was something like 50,000 yuan.

"You think I'm a sucker? You're really something!"

After saying that, he lowered his head, lit a cigarette, took a slow puff, and continued, "I want to remind you, Brother Tiger, Sister Pei made a promise back then—the walled city and the outside world should keep to themselves."

If I remember correctly, this guy owns a boxing gym, right?

Are you going to break Sister Pei's rules for the sake of an outsider?

Tiger stared at the fat corpse and snorted coldly: "Outsider? He—" He was Sister Pei's employee, but before he could finish the sentence, Song Sheng grabbed his shoulder from the side.

Song Sheng chuckled and said, "Brother Tiger, since we can't reach an agreement, let's just forget about it. What they said is right; there's no need to break Sister Pei's rules over such a small matter."

Tiger turned his head and glanced at him: You don't seem like the type to settle things peacefully.

But since Song Sheng has already said that, what else can he say?

He stood up: "Fine, if we can't reach an agreement, then there's no need to talk about it anymore."

"Fat corpse, you've got guts, let's go."

Song Sheng then got up.

Before leaving, he glanced back at the young man nicknamed "Prince".

The other party keenly noticed this, raised his hand, and made a throat-slitting gesture at Song Sheng, a cruel smile on his lips.

Song Sheng returned the smile with a gentle smile, then looked away and walked away without turning back.

The two left the Juyi Teahouse one after the other and walked along the street. After a long while, Tiger finally spoke and asked:

"Liang Sheng, don't worry about the fat corpse, I'll take care of it."

"It's just a sunset-age gang in Kwun Tong. Do you really think Guan Yu (a legendary figure known for his ruthlessness) can protect him?"

Song Sheng shook his head, speaking casually: "Brother Hu, it's just a small matter. If we can't reach an agreement, so be it. I can handle it."

"There are so many people in my martial arts school now, they're not just for show, there's no need for me to trouble you."

"Huh? Are you serious?"

"certainly."

"--Okay then, call me anytime if you need anything."

Song Sheng laughed: "Call me anytime? Wow, Tiger, you're taking such good care of me, you don't have some ulterior motive, do you?"

"Don't give me that, I'm straight." Tiger laughed and cursed, then said seriously, "As for taking care of you, one reason is that you're a great boxer, and you suit my taste."

As for the other one, you're lucky, Sister Pei really likes you.

Okay, that's all. I'm leaving now.

"Brother Tiger, I'll have to trouble you this time."

Tiger waved his hand without turning his head, and his broad back gradually disappeared into the crowd of people coming and going at the street corner.

Song Sheng withdrew his gaze, turned and walked in another direction, his steps neither fast nor slow, the smile on his face fading away at some point.

Outside Juyi Teahouse

The group of fat corpses had already filed out.

The fat corpse walking ahead suddenly noticed that the prince had fallen halfway down, so he stopped and patted him on the shoulder: "Ah Yao, what are you looking at?"

The prince looked up at the streetlights not far away, his brows furrowing slightly: "Boss, isn't that a crow over there?"

How could there be crows in a place like this?

And I always feel... like it's watching us.

Atop a streetlamp a few dozen meters away, a jet-black crow tilted its head, its dark eyes fixed on them.

It's not even dark yet, so why would a crow appear alone in a place like this?

The fat corpse glanced at it, couldn't help but sneer, bent down to pick up a piece of gravel from the ground, and threw it forcefully at the street lamp from a distance.

The crow flapped its wings and took flight, circling halfway in the air, before disappearing to who-knows-where.

Fat Corpse: "Alright, let's go."

The group turned and left.

On the rooftop of a taller building, a jet-black crow gripped the edge of the roof with its sharp claws. It tilted its head, its dark pupils looking down at the group of people as they walked away.