Chapter 72: Chapter 0072: The Scariest Thing is a Hoodlum Skilled in Martial Arts_1
 

“May I ask what you would like to order, sir?” the waitress asked, bending over.

“Two baked sweet potatoes.”

“Sir, we don’t have baked sweet potatoes,” the waitress said in a soft voice.

“You run a damn hotel and you don’t even have baked sweet potatoes?” Ye Xiong slapped the table and barked menacingly.

The waitress was almost scared to tears, her voice changing, “Sir, this is a big hotel, we don’t have such low-class items?”

“What do you mean ‘low-class’? Do you even know how many lives sweet potatoes saved in your grandfather’s generation? You’re forgetting your roots, understand? What kind of quality is this for Fuhua Hotel’s staff? Don’t you know anything about human decency?” Ye Xiong, like a nouveau riche, exuded a hooligan’s demeanor from head to toe.

“Get another waitress, this one’s attitude won’t do,” Ye Xiong growled angrily.

The waitress left with a red face.

Afterward, a series of waitresses were summoned, each scolded brutally by Ye Xiong, replaced one after another, all slinking away, none of them able to withstand Ye Xiong’s venomous tongue.

In the president’s office, He Haodong looked at the scene on the surveillance monitor with an iron-like complexion, clenching his fists tightly.

Scarface, his lackey, asked quietly, “Young Master Dong, should we take him down?”

“You go do it, I’ll give you a million,” He Haodong rolled his eyes.

Scarface walked awkwardly to one side, not daring to speak again.

He had seen what Ye Xiong was capable of, knowing well that going up against him would mean being snuffed out with just a flick of his finger.

“Young Master Dong, what do we do? We can’t let him continue like this, we won’t be able to do business,” Scarface said indignantly while looking at the screen.

“The guy’s just a thug.”

“It’s not the thugs who are scary, it’s the thugs who know martial arts.”

He Haodong thought for a moment and said, “Let the waitresses drag it out, don’t offend him, don’t give him a chance to lose his temper. This guy came here just to provoke me into sending someone to hit him, so he can create trouble legitimately. I won’t give him that chance.”

At that moment, he noticed that Ye Xiong started ordering dishes, and after many waitresses were replaced, finally there was one to his liking.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

“Young Master Dong, that guy has started ordering, a total of thirteen dishes, outrageously expensive. The whole table together is going to cost over fifty thousand,” a subordinate reported from the other end of the line.

“Whatever he orders, satisfy him.”

“Should we put something in the food?”

“You fucking idiot, brain of a pig, don’t you know he’d be on guard when eating at a hotel?” He Haodong felt sorrow for having such a subordinate.

The bastard was clearly looking to cause trouble; poisoning him would only give him an excuse to cause a scene. Besides, even when Wang Shu poisoned a drink, he knew about it, let alone the food.

“I’m sorry, Young Master Dong, I’ll arrange it right away.”

An hour later, Ye Xiong’s table was filled with an array of dishes, all rare and expensive delicacies.

Bystanders came and went, all staring at the man.

This is what you call a tycoon—eating a meal worth forty to fifty thousand, one person eating more than a dozen dishes. Did this guy really have the cheek to ask for sweet potatoes just before?

Ye Xiong picked up one plate after another, taste-testing.

“Where did you hire this chef from, is he a pig? A perfectly good table of food, all wasted.”

“Is this bear’s paw or pig’s trotters? Such heavy seasoning, how can anyone eat this?”

“Is this rock sugar bird’s nest? Damn, did you buy this rock sugar on the street?”

“This ginseng chicken soup has been stewed too long, the aroma’s completely gone, what’s the damn point?”

With each dish he tried, Ye Xiong spewed venomous words, though it wasn’t really about him being venomous; to him, the cooking was simply too poor.

If Qiao Yang were still alive and saw this food, he’d probably have stormed into the kitchen and given the chef several harsh slaps.

Around a dozen waitresses and security guards stood by, watching from a distance, all silent, not even daring to breathe loudly.

This was a real hooligan, and now they had truly seen one.

“Huh, what is this?”

Ye Xiong picked up a long, blackish-red object and scrutinized it closely in front of him.

“Could this be an African scorpion, but how come it has no tail… Damn, it’s a cockroach.”

Like his butt was on fire, he stood up completely, spitting out saliva with disgust.

“It’s over, it’s over, I’m definitely going to be poisoned, I’m going to complain, help, there’s a cockroach in the food at Fuhua Hotel…”

He had a naturally loud voice, and with his shouting, nearly everyone on the second floor of the hotel heard him, frenetically searching through their own dishes.

“Never thought the hygiene of Fuhua Hotel would be this disgusting, I am not coming here again.”

“The food isn’t tasty and it’s expensive, I’m not coming again either.”

“The key issue is the terrible attitude of the waitstaff.”

“Not only is their attitude bad, but they all look like pork chops.”

The murmuring spread all around, and the whole second-floor hall seemed to explode with chatter.

On the eighth floor, inside the president’s office, He Haodong’s face turned livid, his entire face swelling to the color of a pig’s liver.

Bang! He kicked the coffee table fiercely, flipping it over instantly and scattering glass shards all over the floor.

“They just want to force me out, so I’ll go out then. I don’t believe he dares to lay a hand on me.”

After saying that, He Haodong strode out of the office, heading downstairs to the second floor.

On the second floor, Ye Xiong was still causing a huge scene, demanding compensation from the hotel. A couple of new security guards stepped up, trying to make a name for themselves by subduing Ye Xiong, but they were promptly knocked to the ground and couldn’t get up.

“Ye Xiong, have you had enough of the commotion?” He Haodong made his way through the crowd and stood in front of Ye Xiong.

“Why aren’t you hiding? Why did you stop hiding?”

A playful smirk appeared on the corner of Ye Xiong’s mouth, and suddenly, he poured a cup of tea from the table fiercely over He Haodong’s face.

Sploosh!

The face was drenched in tea, with bits of tea leaves flowing down He Haodong’s face, making his already furious, red face look extraordinarily ferocious.

The entire room, in a split second, fell deathly silent.

The whole second floor, you could hear a pin drop.

Oh my God!

The young master of Haotian Group got his face splashed!

He Haodong got his face splashed.

And who is He Haodong? He is none other than the president of Haotian Group, one of Jiangnan’s most prominent conglomerates, renowned for being a youthful tycoon. A man of influence, with connections that span both the legal and the underworld. No one had ever seen anyone even speak loudly to He Haodong, let alone splash tea on his face, especially not in Fuhua Hotel, under the public’s gaze.

Who on earth is this guy? Doesn’t he know the meaning of death?

He Haodong had been holding back his temper all along, but now, being humiliated to this extent, if he were to continue to endure, he’d be nothing but a spineless coward.

“Cut him up for me, whoever lands a blow gets a million,” He Haodong roared furiously.

The people on the second floor, hearing the talk of a fight, all stood up and distanced themselves from the scene.

Fuhua Hotel was He Haodong’s stronghold, which, aside from the hotel’s dozens of security staff, was also frequented by members of the XiBei Guild adding up to nearly a hundred people.

Everyone brandished their knives, tightly surrounding Ye Xiong. The atmosphere on the scene was explosive.

Ye Xiong rolled up his sleeves and said with a faint smile, “A fight, I like that. I’ve tried cutting others often enough, haven’t been cut myself in a long while. Let’s see how many will risk their lives for a million.”

Upon hearing his words, the several thugs who had surrounded him simultaneously took a few steps back, a look of shock appearing in their eyes.

Ye Xiong lightly leapt onto the tabletop.

In an instant, his clothes billowed without wind, a surging aura enveloped the whole room.

“Come on, then, cut me!”