Chapter 21 Testing the choice, feeling satisfied!

"Boy, let's chat!"

Before closing in the afternoon

Wang Dazhi and Zhao Jichang came over together.

Just like when they first came to Li Daniu, the two of them stared at Wei Hong with obvious threats in their eyes.

"What to chat about?" Wei Hong raised his eyes neither servile nor arrogant, without a trace of panic on his face.

"Haha, you are so brave! No wonder the big boss wants to cultivate you so much!" Wang Dazhi stroked his chin and smiled, "Wang has booked a table at Tianxianlou tonight. I wonder if Brother Wei can come and taste it? You and I can have a drink together."

Looking at his pretentious manner.

Wei Hong couldn't help but frown subconsciously.

Zhao Jichang on the side said nothing, but just stared at him with an unhappy face.

As if he was disdainful to say anything more, just came to see the excitement.

The banquet Wang Dazhi mentioned was obviously not as simple as eating.

This is a test, but also a choice!

If Wei Hong agreed to the banquet, it means that he agreed to join the second-tier leader's lineage. If he did not agree, it means that he chose the first-tier leader's lineage.

This is the choice that every apprentice will face after officially becoming a knifeman.

But Wei Hong's talent is so high that the other party could not help but come to the door now.

"I'm sorry!" Wei Hong made a choice without hesitation: "I have to go home early later, I'm afraid I won't have the blessing to drink this wine."

"Oh?" Wang Dazhi's face suddenly became gloomy. He narrowed his eyes like a venomous snake and said with a smile: "Brother Wei, don't you think about it again?"

"No need to consider it." Wei Hong refused mercilessly: "I have the opportunity to sweep here because of the kindness of the first-tier leader. I don't want to be involved with anyone."

"Okay, okay!"

Wang Dazhi didn't say anything nonsense, turned around and left.

He didn't even give Wei Hong a glance, as if he was already a dead man.

Zhao Jichang's expression softened a bit. He was silent for a long time and finally said, "The eldest lady is not someone you can dream of."

"Brother Zhao, you are joking." Wei Hong sighed helplessly: "Even if the big boss wants to match us up, he can't be the master's wife, and haven't you heard how much he dislikes us butchers?"

Zhao Jichang was speechless!

The hostility in his eyes gradually disappeared, and finally turned into loneliness.

Since Wei Hong firmly chose to stand on the side of the big boss and there was no possibility with Zhu Furong, he naturally had no interest in being hostile.

"Be careful of Wang Dazhi, this bastard may find someone to deal with you." Zhao Jichang sighed and patted his shoulder, left a word and turned away.

"Haha!"

Wei Hong raised his eyebrows and didn't say much.

Just quietly packed up and went home.

...

Evening

Anlefang East Street, in the private room on the third floor of Tianxian Building!

Wang Dazhi and two other men were toasting with several strong men. Both sides were enjoying the food and drinking. After a while, they were already brothers and sisters.

If Wei Hong was here, he would definitely recognize the identities of these people.

They were the hooligans of the Tiger Head Gang who usually collected fees in the slums.

The leader was tall and had a scar on his face, so he was nicknamed Dao Ye.

"Master Dao, come on, keep drinking!" Wang Dazhi flattered with a smile on his face: "I'm always busy with you when I ask you to drink on weekdays, so today we have to drink enough."

"Why call me Master? Call me Brother!" Scarface burped and joked: "Brother Wang, you are a busy man. You eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks in the butcher shop every day. Naturally, you don't have time to deal with people like us."

"No, no." Wang Dazhi smiled and apologized: "We are stinking butchers, tired and hard-working, but we are not as majestic as you, Master Dao."

"That's right, everyone in this small place knows the majesty of our Master Dao."

"Haha, Master Dao is a well-known figure on Anlefang Street, and we really admire him!"

"Come on, keep drinking, we toast you a glass."

The others also flattered.

Scarface suddenly became elated, and he waved his hands complacently and said, "Don't be polite, brothers. After drinking, we are family. If you have any problems outside, just report your name, Brother Dao, and it will definitely help."

"Thank you, Brother Dao, come on, have another drink."

Wang Dazhi poured a lot of wine, and took advantage of Scarface's half-drunk and half-awake time to sigh in embarrassment.

"Why are you sighing, brother Wang?" Scarface asked in surprise with his eyes wide open.

"Nothing." Wang Dazhi said quickly, "It's just that there's a troublemaker who's been bothering me recently, but it's not convenient for me to deal with him personally. It's really frustrating."

"Oh?" Scarface sneered with a ferocious look in his eyes: "Is there anyone who dares to make things difficult for you, Brother Wang? Tell me, do you want me to deal with him?"

"That would be great!" Wang Dazhi said, "You may know this guy. He's a kid who grew up in the slums. He has no background. He has practiced standing practice for two months and is so arrogant. It would be great if we could break his hands and feet and teach him a lesson."

"The kid from the slums?" Scarface sobered up a little bit. He squinted his eyes and asked with a fake smile: "Who are you referring to, Brother Wang?"

"Old man Wei's grandson, Wei Hong!"

"Him?"

Scarface's expression changed, and the other hooligans also looked strange.

The atmosphere at the table suddenly became a little dull.

"What?" Wang Dazhi's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but frown: "Master Dao doesn't dare to provoke this kid?"

"Bullshit!" Scarface retorted angrily: "It's just an old widow and a young boy. I don't dare to provoke them. It's just..."

"Just what?" Wang Dazhi was still puzzled.

Could it be that these hooligans can still care about the relationship between neighbors?

Impossible, they usually collect protection fees without recognizing relatives.

"Ouch!" Wang Dazhi seemed to have thought of something. He slapped his forehead and stuffed a few ingots of silver, and said with a smile: "Just now, I was ignorant. A little tea money is not a respect. I hope Daoye can help me."

"This is not a matter of money." Scarface reluctantly moved his eyes away from the silver, and advised with a wry smile: "Brother Wang, you'd better not touch him. A person who can grow up in the slums has a black heart. Don't look at him as a good-tempered person who can be bullied by anyone, but..."

Scarface hesitated to speak!

Several hooligans seemed to have remembered something, and all of them couldn't help but tremble.

"Anyway!" Scarface said seriously: "You'd better not provoke him. The slums are full of good and bad people, and those who grew up among the desperate are also desperate. Even if we go in to collect protection fees under the skin of the Tiger Head Gang, we dare not do too much. It's really not worth it for you to provoke him."

"Haha!"

Wang Dazhi's face suddenly turned cold.

He did not give up his plan because of these words of consolation.

He just cursed these hooligans in his heart that it was really difficult for them to achieve great things, and he had wasted such a banquet.