The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 337

Sure, the money has been thought out for you.

"That’s fine, I’ll talk to him once little bro comes back. Hey, how do we keep in touch?"

"Here’s my business card, just call me if you need anything. Or you can find Mo Yan directly."

"Xiao Jian, thank you."

"No worries, old classmate. Oh right, you come with me later to see the old man. Planned to go last night, but then..."

"Sure, we’ll go together later."

Watching the exchange between the two, Ye Tian didn’t feel like being a third wheel and, bidding farewell, walked away with He Ku.

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"Hmm?"

"Do I have to transfer schools?"

"Err... If you want to transfer, you transfer; if you don’t want to, you don’t, nobody’s forcing you."

"After transferring schools, will anyone bully me?"

"Let them try!"

"That’s good."

"Hmm."

An adult and a child, one large hand holding a small one, slowly walking together, their shadows elongated by the rising sun.

...

Zheng Ergou spent last night at a minion’s house and only returned home the next morning, to be met immediately with a torrent of foul language from Zheng Dazhi, nearly ending in a physical scuffle.

"You think you’re tough now, huh? Ready to start a fight with me, eh?"

Zheng Dazhi kicked at Ergou’s thigh, sending him stumbling back a couple of steps.

Mrs. Zheng didn’t dare utter a word. If it were against outsiders, she might have made a scene, but at home, all four men were more formidable than her. Zheng Sanpao, however, couldn’t sit still.

"Dazhi, let’s talk this out nicely. Ergou and the others are still young; they don’t understand. Just explain to them, and that’ll be enough."

"Explain my ass! All they know is to hang out with hooligans all day, thinking they’re some big-shot gangsters. You think you’re tough? You watch over territories for others, right? But when you get beaten, do they care about you? Did they send their minions to avenge you? How many times have I told you, you need to use your brain to do things? Everyone has fists, but we’re not living in an age where it’s about whose fists are harder. Why the smug face? Not convinced? If you’re not convinced, why come home? Go find someone and keep fighting. The leading bird gets shot, you never know when you might get taken out. And let me tell you, stop messing with Ye Tian. You’re no match for him."

"Give me money." Zheng Ergou blurted out three words, his head shaking uncontrollably, twitching. It was because of Ye Tian’s beating, affecting his joints, constantly causing cramps.

"What do you need money for? Where’s all the protection money you collected? You think you’re hot stuff, right? Now you remember to ask for money from home?"

"Give me money." Ergou repeated the same line.

"Get lost! No!"

"You have it!"

Zheng Dazhi, about to light a cigarette, halted upon hearing this, setting the cigarette aside and flinging it at him, hitting him in the face, "You have your mother’s luck! What ’have’ are you talking about!"

"All the money from before, you took it and hid it. I didn’t get a cent!"

The room suddenly became as silent as stagnant water.

Dazhi regained his composure; this time, it wasn’t just a few kicks or a thrown cigarette butt. He grabbed a handle-less straw broom from the kang bed and started beating him over the head with it, while Ergou dodged and shouted, "That money from the construction site last time, you said we couldn’t touch it for three years. Now it’s almost five years, and you still won’t give it to me. Who knows if you’ve swallowed it all for yourself!"

Hearing this, Dazhi’s ongoing broom beating halted for a moment. Although his hand movements paused, his face still betrayed towering rage. Suppressing his anger, he sat down at the kang and took out a Red Diamond cigarette, struggling to light it with a shaking lighter. Failing that, he tossed it onto the table and finally lit his cigarette with a match.

He took a draw of the cigarette, and it eased him considerably.

"Spill it, what are you all thinking?"

Watching Dazhi taking puffs in silence, Ergou, who was stirring trouble just now, fell silent, as did everyone else. Zheng Sanpao hung his arm around his neck, lying on the kang against the quilt.

"So no one’s talking now? Ergou, you speak up!"

Looking around and seeing no one else chiming in, Ergou kept mum.

With a loud "Bang!", Dazhi slammed his hand on the table and pointed at Ergou, cursing, "You were just making a big fuss, weren’t you? Why so wimpy now! If you can’t handle the heat, then don’t make a mess here. Better scram to the outhouse and eat shit!"

Hearing this cursing, Ergou got worked up, twisting his neck, "Fine, I’ll say it! I’ve wanted to say it for ages."

"Last time, you silently pocketed all the money, saying we’d move it when the heat dies down. Okay, you’re the expert, so I listened. Not one year, maybe two years, not two years, maybe three. But damn it, it’s been almost five years and I haven’t seen a cent. Oh wait, I almost forgot, last time you gave me two hundred yuan. Thanks a lot, big brother!"

Dazhi continued to smoke, keeping quiet.

"Today I just want to know. Everyone at home listens to you. Now that we’re being picked on and you don’t stand up for us, fine. But why stop us now? What are you hiding? If it really comes down to it, divide the money. I’m not asking for much, just give me my due share."

Dazhi sneered, "Your due share? How much do you think you should get?"

"At least this much." Zheng Ergou held up three fingers.

"Alright, I’ll give you three hundred." Dazhi took three hundred yuan out of his pocket and threw it over, the money landing on the ground.

"You..."

"Ergou, don’t talk nonsense with me. If it weren’t for me back then, you’d have been dead by now. I’m the head of this house for a reason. With just your two fists, forget about these three hundred, you couldn’t even get one cent. Do you think you’re getting by on the streets with your fists? Hmph, don’t you feel embarrassed just saying it? You’re riding on my reputation! Mine!" Dazhi got a bit agitated as he slapped his own face, his words sprayed with spittle.

"Bullshit! You say you saved me, only a moron would believe that. If I hadn’t done what I did, you wouldn’t be head of anything. Zheng Dazhi, you’re the real loser here. A project worth two hundred million, and you settled for five million... "

"Enough!" Dazhi said with a frown, putting out his cigarette in the ashtray, "Is that something to blabber about so carelessly! Want to die? I still want to live! It’s not as simple as you think. If I give you the money, it wouldn’t take two days before we’re exposed. Let’s end this matter here and now. Don’t try to play me for a fool, because if I catch you at it, you won’t get a single cent!"

"I know where the money is; it’s in the little room in the backyard..."