Diary of Getting Rich Quick in the South

When I left the hospital, I was completely dazed.

I never imagined that Zhao Hongqi would tell his men that I was his younger brother, and that's how I became related to him.

I wonder if Zhao Hongqi will still cherish this brotherhood if I can't repay the money by the due date.

Because of my head injury, Zhang Dongting gave me five days off.

When I have nothing to do during the day, I go to check out Su Wan's public rental housing.

Her live streams are now on track, with a stable audience of around a hundred fans every day, and she also receives many orders for account boosting.

In the evenings, Zhang Dongting would occasionally come over to discuss life with me.

When she discovered my back injury, her eyes welled up with tears of heartache, and then she and I explored a position we had never met before.

No matter where I get injured, she can always find a different way to do it without touching the wound.

Just as I was about to go out to find Su Wan that day, Zhao Hongqi called.

"Hey bro, where are you?"

I said I was getting ready to go out.

"Is there anything going on today?"

"No, what's wrong, Mr. Zhao?"

"I already told you to call me 'brother' from now on. Are you looking down on me, Zhao Hongqi? Is it embarrassing for you to call me 'brother'?"

Zhao Hongqi said angrily on the other end of the phone, but I could tell he wasn't really angry.

After I called him "brother" and gave him the address, he just said "wait" and hung up.

About half an hour later, a black Mercedes-Benz G-Class stopped in front of me. Zhao Hongqi got out of the car and gave me a big hug.

I hadn't seen Zhao Hongqi for a week, and he hadn't lost weight at all; in fact, he had gotten quite a bit stronger. His hands were like pliers, and he almost broke my arm.

He truly lives up to his reputation as the most durable fighter in Spring City.

Of course, I didn't dare say that.

"Brother, what's up?"

Zhao Hongqi punched me on the shoulder, tossed me a cigarette, and laughed, "What? Can't I come to you for no reason?"

I chuckled and said, "Of course!"

I don't believe this mob boss would bother me out shopping for no reason; he wouldn't come without a reason.

Zhao Hongqi lit a cigarette, took a puff, and invited me to get in the car.

After I was settled, he spoke: "Chen An, I've found the person who killed your cousin."

My hand holding the cigarette paused, and I asked in surprise, "Really?"

When my cousin died, my first suspect was Zhao Hongqi, but he said it wasn't him and that he would definitely give me an explanation.

I didn't expect him to actually take it to heart.

Zhao Hongqi started the car, his face darkening: "I, Zhao Hongqi, am a man of my word. If I said I'd help you find it, I definitely will. But you'd better be prepared."

"What do you mean?"

Zhao Hongqi didn't explain, only saying, "You'll know when we get there."

All the way there, I kept thinking about who killed my cousin.

Didn't the police say last month that they had found the person who killed my cousin?

They said the investigation had been completed and it turned out that my cousin had not only borrowed money from Zhao Hongqi, but also borrowed 300,000 yuan from people at the casino and had not paid it back.

The other party didn't hit him; it was just that during the chase, my cousin panicked, lost his footing, and accidentally fell from the building.

Judging from Zhao Hongqi's words, could there be another hidden story?

……

An hour later, Zhao Hongqi parked his car at the back door of the club where Su Wan used to work.

Strange, weren't you supposed to take me to see the person who killed my cousin? Why are we at a club?

Zhao Hongqi's two henchmen were squatting on the ground, smoking idly. When they saw us coming, they quickly stood up and called out to Boss Zhao, then turned around and politely called me Brother Chen.

In the past, when I saw people who walked the line between the dark and the underworld, I would avoid contact with them if I could, and if I couldn't avoid them, I would just smile and talk to them politely. But now they call me brother.

Although I knew they were giving Zhao Hongqi face, it didn't stop me from feeling a sense of superiority.

"Old Ghost, how's he?"

Zhao Hongqi looked at the short-haired, dark-skinned man on his left.

Old Gui glanced at me, then gestured with his chin towards the private room of the club: "President Zhao, he's in the private room. He'd already vomited five times when I came out."

Zhao Hongqi nodded, reached out and patted my shoulder: "Come on, let me introduce you to your old friend, and have a good drink with him."

My old friend?

My heart skipped a beat. Did I know the person who killed my cousin?

Follow Lao Gui through the corridor to the door of the private room.

As soon as I reached the door, I heard muffled retching sounds coming from inside.

"Brother Wang, you have a good capacity for alcohol! Come on, have another drink."

"Brother... I really can't drink anymore."

"How could you not be able to drink it? If you can't drink it, you're disrespecting me and Mr. Zhao... Come on, help Brother Wang open his mouth. This is a bottle of good wine that costs 2000 yuan. You usually have to pay for it if you want to drink it, but today it's all-you-can-eat!"

As soon as I pushed the door open, I saw Wang Youcai sprawled on the sofa, soaking wet, his face deathly pale.

The coffee table in front of me was piled high with various kinds of liquor, including baijiu, beer, and foreign spirits.

The day I arrived in Kunming, my cousin specially introduced me to a few close brothers who would risk their lives for me, and Wang Youcai was one of them.

When my cousin had that accident, he was the first person I called.

As a result, he not only refused to pay back the money he owed his cousin, but also cursed at me. When he hung up the phone, he warned me that if I falsely accused him of owing money to his cousin, he would have someone deal with me.

He's the one who killed my cousin.

When Wang Youcai saw me, he was stunned for a moment, and his eyes darted away, avoiding my gaze.

Zhao Hongqi pointed at me and asked casually, "You know him, right?"

Wang Youcai hung his head, pleading with Zhao Hongqi, "President Zhao, this really has nothing to do with me, please let me explain..."

Zhao Hongqi didn't even glance at him, turning to the old ghost beside him with displeasure, and said, "What did I tell you? Make sure President Wang drinks well, so hurry up and toast him!"

Old Gui grinned, opened a bottle of high-proof liquor, placed it in front of Wang Youcai, and poured him a full glass with a smile.

"Mr. Wang, the two kids are being silly, I'll drink with you."

Upon seeing the large glass of baijiu, Wang Youcai looked as if he had seen a ghost, his face turned even paler, and he burst into tears.

"I can't drink anymore, I really can't drink anymore, I'll die if I drink any more..."

Old Gui didn't say anything, but simply took a sheet out of his pocket and placed it on the table.

He muttered to himself, "Mr. Wang, what do you think will happen to you if these accounts get out and those workers you cheated out of their hard-earned money come knocking on your door? Or should I submit these documents to a different place? Or maybe I can offer you a better place with room and board?"

Wang Youcai trembled with fear: "No...don't do this, I'll drink it, I'll drink it now."

After saying that, he gritted his teeth, picked up the bottle of liquor in front of him, and poured it into his mouth.

He had only drunk less than half a cup when he spat it out.

"Wasting food is wrong!"

Old Gui crossed his arms, squinted at Wang Youcai, and smiled.

For a full ten minutes, Wang Youcai drank and vomited, then drank again, until he finally collapsed limply on the ground. Two people then dragged him to the toilet, made him swallow some hangover soup, and gave him a cold shower to wake him up.

Seeing Wang Youcai's miserable state, I gasped.

This method is too ruthless; it's even worse than tying someone up and beating them.

They won't hit you or scold you, but they can drive you to the brink of collapse.

You want to call the police? Sure! You drank it voluntarily, no one forced you. In the end, you'll still have to thank us for the drinks.

When Wang Youcai came out of the bathroom, soaking wet, he knelt down in front of Zhao Hongqi with a thud, his face covered in either tears or cold water.

"Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao, I really know I was wrong. Please don't make me drink anymore, I really can't drink anymore, please let me go."

Zhao Hongqi, a cigarette dangling from his lips, looked down at him and asked, "Can you talk now?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Wang Youcai nodded repeatedly.

Zhao Hongqi pointed at me and asked, "Do you recognize me?"

"I know him! I know him! He's Wang Long's cousin, Chen An."

Sweat poured down Wang Youcai's face, and he could barely kneel steadily, his body swaying unsteadily.

Zhao Hongqi flicked his cigarette ash and said calmly, "It's good that we know each other."

As he spoke, he picked up an ashtray and handed it to me: "Brother, let's get him!"