I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan Chapter 293 - 263 Meddling2

Inside the bar, colorful lights flickered and thunderous music assaulted their ears. The two n didn’t attract any attention as they made their way through a back corner to the door of a private room on the second floor, where they were stopped by a burly man standing guard.

"Brother Bao, we have sothing urgent to discuss with Scar Brother. Could you please let him know?"

The burly man glanced at them, nodded, then turned, pushed the door open, and entered the room. He ca back out a mont later and waved the two n in.

Inside the room, Scarface sat on a sofa with a voluptuous, seductive woman clinging to each arm.

The two n supported each other as they carefully walked into the room, then abruptly knelt before Scarface.

Scarface opened his mouth to accept a grape from one of the won beside him and spoke slowly.

"Speak. What happened?"

"Tonight, my brother and I spotted a girl we liked. She was gorgeous, and we both really wanted her, so we slipped her sothing. We were planning to take her away and have so fun. But we never expected that in her dazed state, she’d sohow manage to call a ride-share. The damn driver turned out to be a martial artist! He took us both down in a couple of moves and ran off with the girl!"

"Scar Brother, you have to stand up for us! That guy hitting us is a slap in your face! He has no respect for you at all!"

Scarface’s brow furrowed slightly. In truth, he didn’t care whether these two got beaten up. He couldn’t have been bothered if they lived or died. But for soone to lay a hand on his n, on his turf... that was a direct slap in his face! And for a man like him, face was sotis the most important thing of all!

"Ah Bao!" Scarface yelled toward the door after a mont of thought.

The next second, the sa burly man who had been guarding the door walked in.

"Have the n check the bar’s security footage. Find that car’s license plate number and look up the driver’s info. If he doesn’t have any significant background, teach him a lesson. Just don’t kill him."

"Understood!" Ah Bao nodded slightly and turned to leave.

Seeing this, the two tattooed n kneeling on the ground were overjoyed. They shouted to Scarface, "Thank you, Scar Brother, for standing up for us!"

Scarface, however, just snorted and kicked one of them square in the face. "Hmph, one thing at a ti," he said coldly. "How many tis have I told you two? In my territory, keep it in your pants! Stop causing trouble all the damn ti!"

"I’ll let it slide this ti. But if there’s a next ti, just get rid of the thing you can’t control!"

"Get out!"

anwhile, Xia Liang had arrived at the destination.

He turned to see that the woman in the passenger seat had beco restless. Her hands were roaming over her own body, and she was murmuring incessantly.

Xia Liang had to ask for quite so ti before he could finally decipher the specific floor and apartnt number from her slurred speech. Sighing helplessly, he parked the car, then carried her into the building.

Xia Liang took the elevator with the woman on his back and went all the way up to the 13th floor. He fished the apartnt key out of her purse, opened the door, and walked inside. After placing the woman, who kept rubbing against him, onto the sofa, he finally let out a long sigh and took a mont to look around.

The apartnt wasn’t large—just one bedroom and a living room—but it was decorated in a very cute and girlish style. Clearly, the owner was a young woman at heart.

But soone like this doesn’t seem like the type to go to a bar! Could this be an example of ’the pinker the dress, the wilder the party’?

Xia Liang shook his head, placed the key on the table, and decided to leave. At this hour, he could take one more fare and then call it a night.

He turned and shut the door behind him.

After completing two more fares, Xia Liang finally returned ho.

「Elsewhere.」

In Qingyun City Center, inside a luxurious mansion, Scarface respectfully brought a glass of red wine to a man sitting on the sofa.

The man wore a suit and leather shoes, with gold-rimd glasses perched on his nose. He exuded an air of refined elegance, the spitting image of a successful businessman.

If Xia Liang were here, he would have recognized him at a glance.

This was the manager of Splendor Entertainnt City, Wen Qiang.

Wen Qiang smiled faintly and gestured with his hand. "Alright, Scarface, sit down. We know each other well enough; no need to be so formal."

"Yes, of course, Brother Qiang," Scarface replied quickly, carefully sitting on a sofa to the side.

Scarface had made quite a na for himself and held so status in Qingyun City. However, he was keenly aware that his success wasn’t just due to his own grit; it was primarily thanks to Wen Qiang’s occasional help.

Respect was one part of their relationship; fear was the other.

"My reason for coming is simple. Since you’ve decided to follow , I’m here to give you a heads-up. I want you to keep your eyes open from now on and not ss with Boss Xia. If you run into him, don’t do anything stupid. I won’t be able to save you."

Upon hearing this, Scarface’s heart froze. The owner of Splendor Entertainnt City.

"What? The owner of Splendor?"

At that mont, his legs began to tremble. After all, this was Splendor Entertainnt City!

The Wen Qiang in front of him was rely the manager, the public face of the operation, yet his network was already terrifyingly vast. One could only imagine the power of the boss behind the scenes.

"Hiss... Brother Qiang, who exactly is this Mister Xia?" Scarface couldn’t help but ask in a low voice, sucking in a sharp breath.

Wen Qiang shook his head and pulled a photograph from his pocket, placing it on the table.

"This is him. His na is Xia Liang. He bought out all the other shares of Splendor Entertainnt City, making himself the sole owner. His background is a complete mystery. And this is his picture."

Holy shit! One person bought out all the original shareholders? How powerful must his background be? Absolutely terrifying.

Just as Scarface was reeling from the shock, a knock ca at the door, and a burly man walked in. It was Ah Bao from the bar.

Ah Bao entered holding a file, which he handed to Scarface. "Scar Brother," he said in a deep voice, "I’ve got the info on that kid. His background is clean. When do we make our move?"

Scarface was in no mood to deal with this. He took the file, carelessly tossed it aside, and waved his hand dismissively. "You handle it. Just don’t make a big scene."

He then turned back to Wen Qiang, about to say sothing, when he suddenly noticed Wen Qiang’s eyes were wide, staring intently at the file he had just set down.

Scarface paused, confused. Following Wen Qiang’s gaze, he saw that on top of the docunts Ah Bao had brought was a photograph. For so reason, he had a nagging feeling it looked familiar.

Suddenly, as if rembering sothing, Scarface snapped his head back to look at the photo Wen Qiang had shown him earlier.

"Holy shit!"

A chill shot down his spine.

He frantically compared the two photos again and again but couldn’t find a single difference.

Scarface quickly moved the top photo on the file and looked at the basic information below. There, in the na field, were the bold characters for Xia Liang.

In that instant, Scarface’s legs felt like jelly. He swallowed hard, turned to Wen Qiang, and stamred, "Um, Brother Qiang... do you think it’s possible for two people in the world to have the sa full na and also look identical?"

"Identical my ass!"

Wen Qiang didn’t hesitate, kicking Scarface squarely in the face. He knocked him to the ground, climbed on top of him, and rained down several more punches, showing no rcy whatsoever.

Ah Bao, standing to the side, rely raised an eyebrow. He was smart enough not to intervene, knowing full well who the real boss was.

After the flurry of blows, Wen Qiang gradually cald down. He sat back on the sofa, straightened his disheveled clothes, adjusted his gold-rimd glasses, and took a long breath.

"Spit it out," he said. "What the hell is going on? What beef do you have with Boss Xia that you dared to investigate him? Are you fucking tired of living?!"

Scarface didn’t dare hide a single detail, hurriedly explaining the entire sequence of events from beginning to end.