Underworld Chronicles: Qiao Si's Strategist, Xiao Ke, and Wang Weifan

"Brother Liu, you're my elder brother. I can't let you be in a difficult position. I'll head back now," Zhang Ping said to Liu Baiwan.

"Brother, be careful," Liu Baiwan cautioned.

"Don't worry, Brother Liu, Yang Mantou won't dare do anything to me. I'm leaving." Zhang Ping said, and walked out of Liu Baiwan's office.

At six o'clock in the evening, Yang Mantou, along with Wang Shuhuai, Liu Guoqing, Sui Lijun, and several henchmen, a group of seven or eight people, were waiting for Zhang Ping in a private room at the Phoenix Hotel, carrying shotguns and machetes.

Zhang Ping is a tough guy. He came alone with no one else, just 30,000 yuan in his hand.

When they saw Zhang Ping arrive on his own, Yang Mantou and the others were taken aback and stared at him blankly.

Zhang Ping walked up to Yang Mantou without any fear, slammed 30,000 yuan on the table, and said, "Yang Mantou, this is to pay for your brother's medical expenses. I won't bother you anymore. We'll keep to ourselves."

"Damn it, you think paying this little bit of money is enough? What about the stab I took?" Wang Shuhuai said, glaring at him.

"I'm not here today to challenge you to a fight. I'm here on my elder brother's orders to apologize to you. I've offended you in the past, please forgive me, brothers," Zhang Ping said, cupping his hands in greeting.

"Damn it, are you trying to play ancient heroes with us? You're asking for leniency? I'll poke you a couple of times, and then I'll forgive you, okay?" Wang Shuhuai retorted.

Suddenly, Zhang Ping reached behind his waist, startling Yang Mantou and the others, who all thought he was about to pull out a firearm.

Apart from Yang Mantou, the others pulled out shotguns and machetes, pointed them at Zhang Ping, and shouted, "Don't fucking move! If you dare to mess around, we'll kill you!"

Zhang Ping curled his lip, ignoring them completely, pulled a dagger from his waist, and threw it directly onto Wang Shuhuai's table, saying...

Come on, you can stab me all you want today. If I, Zhang Ping, utter a sound, I'll change my surname to yours.

"You think I wouldn't dare?" Wang Shuhuai picked up the dagger on the table, intending to stab Zhang Ping.

Yang Mantou grabbed Wang Shuhuai and said, "Xiao Huai, don't be impulsive. We can't bully the weak with numbers."

"It's alright, Mantou, you let your brother do it. I definitely won't report it to the Six Doors, nor will I seek revenge on you," Zhang Ping added.

"Forget it, forget it, stop arguing. Zhang Ping, I respect you as a man. I'll keep the money, and we'll call it even," Yang Mantou said.

"Alright, Yang Mantou, it's settled then. But if you bully my older brother again, I won't tolerate it. I'm leaving now." Zhang Ping finished speaking and turned to leave gracefully.

"Xiao Huai, I know you're still angry. Fourth Brother and Second Brother told us before we came that they've made up. There's no benefit for us to continue. Take this money, it's all yours." Yang Mantou said, handing over 30,000 yuan to Wang Shuhuai.

"Brother, what kind of person do you take me for? I'm just angry. I can't take the money. You keep it." Wang Shuhuai pushed the money back.

"Here's what we'll do. You take 10,000 first, and we'll all eat, drink, and have fun together. Let's go!" Yang Mantou took out 10,000 yuan and stuffed it into Wang Shuhuai's hand. With a wave of his hand, he led his brothers off in a carefree manner.

And so, Qiao Si and Liu Baiwan jointly took over the provincial construction project, and their conflict was finally resolved.

Without Xiao Ke's strategic planning, Qiao Si and Liu Baiwan would have inevitably suffered heavy losses, and Yang Mantou and Zhang Ping would have fought to the death. So what does it mean to be awesome, what does it mean to be a little Zhuge Liang, or a devilish strategist? This is Xiao Ke's level, which is truly unmatched by ordinary people.

Little Ke's mother is also quite tired. Every day she's either dealing with her own problems or other people's problems. There's nothing she can do about it. Who told her to be so smart and to be the boss? With great power comes great responsibility.

Just when Xiao Ke was about to take a break, trouble came knocking again, like a wife who keeps a lover.

The whole thing started with Xiao Ke's father-in-law, Old Su. Xiao Ke had built him a bathhouse, and Old Su, having nothing better to do, would go for a soak. He soaked himself until his skin was almost raw, and he was still soaking himself to death.

That day, Old Su went out for a stroll. When he got near his home, he suddenly heard the sound of firecrackers, followed by a group of old ladies banging drums and gongs, as if some place was opening for business.

Old Su was quite curious, so he followed the sound and went over. When he got there, he saw that a new bathhouse had opened, called Dajun Bathhouse. There was a sign at the entrance that said 18.8 yuan for admission plus a scrub and 28.8 yuan for admission plus a massage.

Old Su took one look and exclaimed, "Holy crap, that's ridiculously expensive! I'm itchy, I'll go check out their massage place."

Old Su, with his hands behind his back and his legs turned outwards, slowly walked into the bathhouse.

One male guest.

As soon as Old Su walked in, the waiter shouted at him, startling him. "Holy crap, what is this thing?!"

Old Su undressed and entered the bathhouse. And you know what? The decor was quite nice, with three large pools, each with a different water temperature, and the water was quite clean.

There are two types of bathhouses: one is the regular bathhouse area, and the other is the Yangzhou-style bathhouse area.

Old Su went to a pool and soaked in it, and couldn't help but sigh, "There's a reason why it's expensive. This one is indeed more impressive and better than his."

After soaking for a while, Old Su didn't want to get a scrub. He thought, "What's with all this talk about 'regular area' and 'Yangzhou scrub area'? It's all just a gimmick. Aren't all scrubs the same anyway? I'm going to check out the massage."

Old Su put on his bathrobe and went upstairs. As soon as he got upstairs, holy crap, there were more than 10 young people sitting on the sofa, wearing short skirts that reached their hips and showing off their long white legs.

Upon seeing Old Su arrive, more than ten massage girls stood up in unison and shouted, "Hello, VIP! Please feel free to choose your massage."

Old Su chose a younger patient, went into the massage room, and started getting a massage.

The young, delicate hands massaged Old Su quite comfortably. After half an hour, the masseuse gently asked, "VIP, would you like another head massage?"

Old Su thought, since it's a package deal, I might as well get a massage. After the head massage, the masseuse asked, "VIP, would you like to massage your feet too?"

Press, press—Old Su is feeling really comfortable.

This whole process made Old Su feel incredibly comfortable, and he almost groaned out loud.

"VIP, would you like to extend the service?" "You're free to choose whichever area you prefer after the extension," the masseuse asked after finishing her service.

"Forget it, forget it, my old arms and legs can't take it anymore. I'm off, I'm off." Old Su comfortably went downstairs, changed his clothes, and went to the front desk to pay the bill.

Old Su took out twenty-eight yuan and eighty cents from his pocket, put it on the front desk, and turned to leave.

"Hey, sir, wait a minute. You don't have enough money; you still have two massages to pay for." The cashier called out to Old Su.

"What is this? Isn't it a package ticket? What other money is there?" Old Su asked, puzzled.

Next, what money did the bathhouse ask Old Su for? Would Old Su pay? Stay tuned for the next episode.