The Way of Spiritual Journey

Chapter 33, Wolong Bai

Upon hearing this, Shi Butong fell silent for a moment. What the former said made sense. If Li Lang had taken matters into his own hands back then, then no one else would have had a chance.

This also confirms Li Lang's words: he truly loves money. Otherwise, he wouldn't have used such a rare opportunity to exchange for cash.

"Sigh!" In the end, Shi Butong sighed, which was considered an admission of Li Lang's words.

"Young Master Shi, what are your plans for the future?" Seeing that Shi Butong remained silent, Li Lang asked tentatively.

"Don't ask me. The answer is I have no plans. Anyway, I can't go back now. Since I've found you, I'll just hang out with you for a few days. We'll talk about the future later," Shi Butong said irritably.

"Hehe, what's the problem?" Li Lang chuckled inwardly. What's the problem?

He's most willing to spend this kind of money now. Every penny spent on such a person is accounted for, and he'll have to pay it back hundreds or thousands of times in the future.

"Come on, come on, Young Master Shi hasn't eaten yet, has he? Let's go eat and drink our fill first." Li Lang stood up with a smile, put his arm around Shi Butong's shoulder in great enthusiasm, and walked towards the door.

The door opened, and Li Lang and Shi Butong were both stunned.

The two strong men, along with Wangcai and Xiaoshengzi, were all gathered at the door eavesdropping.

"Hehe, young master, the food is getting cold, everyone's waiting for you to start the meal." Wolong smiled slightly awkwardly and spoke first.

"That's right, if they don't come soon, we'll eat first." Although Fengchu lagged behind slightly, the two turned and left, with Wangcai Little Saint following closely behind without uttering a sound.

In the blink of an eye, only the two burly men remained at the door. They exchanged a glance, then turned around and prepared to leave.

"Hmph! Trying to leave? Is this what you call professionalism? One tael of silver will be deducted from each of you." At this moment, Shi Butong snorted coldly, just like a lobby manager, deducting money from his subordinates on the spot for not doing their job well.

"No, young master, you only agreed to pay us four taels of silver when you hired us. We brothers have been with you for so long, it hasn't been easy for us. It's not fair for you to deduct half of our wages like this," one of the burly men said, looking aggrieved.

"This works?" This time, Li Lang was truly stunned. So these two were just hired temporarily to pretend to be big shots?

"Hmph! If either of you dares to utter a single word about what happened today, I'll make you eat shit upside down. Go ask him for your money." Shi Butong snorted again, then walked towards the private room with seats.

"Is this even possible?" Li Lang stared in disbelief at Shi Butong's retreating figure. Was this still the same young master Shi who used to spend lavishly at Qifeng Tower? How could he have fallen so low in just a few days?

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"This restaurant is no good, the food is so bland, I can't come here again." After finishing his meal, Shi Butong stretched and shook his head.

"No, Young Master Shi, you haven't eaten for three days, have you?" Wolong stared wide-eyed at the empty plates on the table, a deep sense of frustration rising within him.

You know, the fat guy always dominates the table when it comes to grabbing food; he can easily take on the whole table by himself. But today, he couldn't even beat Shi Butong. How could he possibly tolerate that?

"Hey, Fatty, did I eat at your house? How dare you talk like that? I only have a so-so appetite today, what, you're not happy about it?" Shi Butong glanced at Wolong sideways, his words full of provocation.

"Hey, you've got a short temper. Go ask around and see who I, Fatty, am afraid of at banquets. Still not convinced? I'll give you my ass. If you've got the guts, sit still and let's have a one-on-one fight at a banquet!" Upon hearing this, Wolong was so angry that he laughed and got into a fighting stance, ready to take on another banquet.

"Waiter, bring the food!"

Speaking of which, Fengchu was also a lively person. When he heard that the two were going to have a banquet, he immediately became excited and started shouting at the top of his lungs to get things settled first, so as to avoid any accidents.

"Here you are!" As soon as Fengchu finished speaking, the door to the private room was pushed open, and the waiter walked in with a big smile.

"Sir, please order." It turns out this waiter was quite enthusiastic, standing at the door the whole time.

"What the hell? Go fetch a basin of water, I need to wash my hands," Li Lang snapped irritably. It wasn't that he was stingy with the money, but this banquet table was really unsightly, and if one or two of them got damaged, it would be a huge loss.

The waiter quickly brought over a basin of warm water. Li Lang stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and slowly took out an object.

It was a porcelain box, white with blue decorations, soft colors, comfortable to hold, and exquisitely crafted.

If the outer box is like this, what about the contents inside? Everyone was curious and cast expectant glances their way.

Li Lang chuckled inwardly; this was exactly the feeling he wanted.

Li Lang gently opened the porcelain box, and what came into view was a small piece of warm jade, crystal clear, with a faint halo, clearly not an ordinary item.

"Brother Lang, what's this good stuff? It looks delicious." Wolong leaned closer with a cheeky grin, subtly swallowing his saliva.

"Don't talk, look!" Li Lang ignored his smug look, reached out and wiped his hand in the dish on the table, then rubbed it on Wolong's face, leaving his fat face covered in smudges.

"Brother Lang, are you disgusted with me now?" Wolong looked at Li Lang with a wronged expression. He really didn't expect that this underhanded move could be so quick.

"Hehe, actually I've always looked down on you." Li Lang chuckled. The face-wiping gesture was a spur-of-the-moment thing for him, since that fat face of yours was so shameless.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the time to witness a miracle has come!" Li Lang became excited, picked up the crystal-clear substance from the porcelain box and smeared it on Wolong's face, then pressed the big head into the basin of water without saying a word.

"Don't move. If you behave, I'll make you braised pork knuckle tonight." Caught off guard, Wolong's head was pressed into the water by Li Lang. He instinctively tried to struggle, but upon hearing the words "braised pork knuckle," he immediately became obedient and lay motionless in the basin.

"Get your hands on my face and rub it." After a moment, Li Lang spoke.

The dragon lay motionless in the basin.

"I'm talking to you." Li Lang had no choice but to kick him.

Only then did Wolong realize that he was being asked to do it himself, so he started rubbing his face vigorously with his large hands.

"That's enough, get up." Li Lang's voice rang out again.

With a whoosh, Wolong lifted his head out of the basin of water, breathing in the air with a look of contentment, as if he had just escaped a disaster.

"Huh? It's turned white?" Fengchu was immediately shocked and exclaimed.

"Brother Lang, what is this? Is it really that amazing?" Not only Feng Chu, but Shi Butong was also shocked, looking at Li Lang with disbelief.

"Hehe, I love seeing you all acting so naive. Waiter, go fetch another basin of water." Li Lang chuckled, quite satisfied with everyone's reaction; this was exactly the effect he wanted.

At this moment, the waiter waiting on the side was still in shock and had not yet recovered.