An incident where a crowd gathered to fight finally brought the suppressed forces of all parties to the surface.
Dahongpao Teahouse.
This is Mr. Ding's own teahouse. It is not big and not famous, but everyone knows that this teahouse is the most profitable teahouse in Jing'an City. It is only because it is Mr. Ding's teahouse that it can climb to the second place.
At this level, there are always many people begging him to do things. Mr. Ding is not a philanthropist, so every time you ask him to do something, you have to pay a high price. But, even so, you can come and ask Mr. Ding to do something.
But there is still an endless stream of people.
For example, today, Ji Xiaopeng, who has a youthful and invincible face like Lin Feng.
Ji Xiaopeng stood motionless outside the teahouse for half an hour. Ji Xiaopeng didn't want to go in and sit down for a cup of expensive but not very delicious tea, but he couldn't go in. This is the rule, and everyone wants to be in Dahongpao.
I want to see the rules for meeting Mr. Ding.
At this time, Mr. Ding was in the only private room in the teahouse, drinking the finest Jin Junmei that was as good as gold.
"Has he moved?" Mr. Ding said in a deep voice.
Wei Dongsheng shook his head and said, "It didn't move at all."
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Thirty-seven minutes and twenty-eight seconds."
"Has he just been discharged from the hospital?"
"Yes, Second Master, he just left the hospital in the afternoon."
Mr. Ding responded calmly and said, "Bring him in."
Wei Dongsheng turned around and left the box and walked downstairs.
Ji Xiaopeng felt uncomfortable all over his body, as if there were thousands of ants crawling on his body. Cold sweat had already wet his clothes, but he still stood motionless.
It's not that Ji Xiaopeng is very patient, he just understands that if he does something, he won't be able to get revenge.
Ji Xiaopeng came to see Mr. Ding for revenge.
If a person is determined and determined to do something, he will definitely be able to do it.
The teahouse door opened.
Wei Dongsheng walked out with an expression on his face.
"Second Master wants to see you."
With these words, Ji Xiaopeng felt as if he had been granted amnesty. His heart boiled, but he immediately suppressed his ecstasy.
After entering the teahouse, the waiter quickly served a cup of tea. Ji Xiaopeng drank it in one gulp without even thinking about it.
After drinking, he followed Wei Dongsheng upstairs.
Wei Dongsheng gently pushed the door of the box open, and Ji Xiaopeng walked in. Wei Dongsheng gently closed the door again and stood motionless at the door.
"Hello, Second Master." Ji Xiaopeng said respectfully after entering the box.
Mr. Ding did not speak, and he did not even move his eyelids as he was concentrating on drinking tea.
Ji Xiaopeng didn't speak or do anything, he just stood respectfully in front of Mr. Ding.
After a long time, Mr. Ding slowly raised his head, glanced at Ji Xiaopeng, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you want to see me?"
"Yes!"
"What's the point?"
"I want to borrow something from Second Master."
Mr. Ding was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed, almost mockingly.
"Borrow something from me? Okay, tell me, what do you want to borrow?" Mr. Ding said, squinting his eyes.
"Use the six assassins secretly trained by the second master to carry out assassinations for the second master." Ji Xiaopeng said unhurriedly.
Mr. Ding's expression flashed, and his face, which had always been so calm, finally responded, showing a slight look of surprise.
"How do you know this?" Mr. Ding's voice rose a little.
"I won't hide it from you, Second Master. I have investigated it."
"How did you find out?"
"Three years ago, the third richest man in Jing'an City died suddenly overnight. Some people said he died of a heart attack, but I knew he died of a poison. I followed this line to investigate.
We have come to a shocking truth. I don’t need to tell you what’s next, Second Master!”
"How did you find out?" Mr. Ding asked with interest.
"money."
"How old were you three years ago?"
"fourteen."
Mr. Ding smiled, the smile he would have every time he got a good treasure.
"I can lend it to you."
"I know." Ji Xiaopeng said confidently.
"Why do you know that?"
"I know that Lin Feng is giving the second master a headache now. He threatens Ding Zhenghu, who will take over successfully in half a year. The second master is in urgent need of someone who can contain him, and I am obviously the most suitable candidate."
"You are very confident." Mr. Ding looked at Ji Xiaopeng with interest and said.
"My confidence is all given by the second master. Of course, I also have my own selfish motives. I know that Lin Feng is now the deputy gang leader of the Dragon League and the leader of the Xuanwu Hall. He has a prominent status, but I am not afraid. As long as the second master is willing to use this power
Lend me your mysterious power, and I promise to be the most powerful force in helping Ding Zhenghu ascend to power smoothly."
"You are too confident." Mr. Ding squinted his eyes and said, "Confidence is a good thing, but it is also not a good thing. I promoted Lin Feng with my own hands. I have absolute confidence in him. I know one of your legs."
It was Lin Feng who interrupted, but what does it have to do with me? I want to use my strength to avenge you. Ji Xiaopeng, you are too far away from your father Ji Kun. Besides, let me believe you. How can I believe you? What do you have?
The qualifications make me believe it.”
Ji Xiaopeng's face did not change after hearing these words. Not only did he not show any trace of disappointment, but the corner of his mouth was slightly raised with a hint of a smile.
He slowly took out a dagger from his pocket. It was only seven or eight centimeters long, but it had a cold light that penetrated people.
"Second Master, I will prove it to you right now." Ji Xiaopeng said with a smile.
As he spoke, he swung the dagger violently and pierced his thigh.
Shocking blood spattered out in an instant, the muscles on Ji Xiaopeng's face twitched, and cold sweat was dripping on his forehead.
The pain was so painful that Ji Xiaopeng almost suffocated.
But he bit his lower lip tightly and didn't make a sound.
Mr. Ding's face changed, and there was a strange color in his eyes.
It was an appreciative look.
"Dongsheng, take him to stop the bleeding." Mr. Ding said softly.
Ji Xiaopeng, who was in so much pain that he could hardly stand still, actually laughed after hearing this.
"Thank you, Master Er."
The door opened, and Wei Dongsheng walked in expressionlessly, carrying Ji Xiaopeng out of the box.
Mr. Ding continued to drink tea.
It seemed as if nothing had happened, but those few drops of charming blood on the ground clearly told Mr. Ding what an earth-shattering scene had just happened here.
"Lin Feng, finally someone can suppress you." Mr. Ding put down his tea cup and said with a smile: "I am looking forward to the next confrontation between you and Ji Xiaopeng."