Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
âIâm going to add another criterion. If you agree to it, then I will transfer Luoâs Workshop to your name. Hereafter, it will become your personal company that belongs solely to you. How about that?â Chu Yunxiong said with a smile. However, he was hiding too many things behind that smirk, so Xiao Luo couldnât distinguish his genuine thoughts.
âTell me about it,â said Xiao Luo.
Chu Yunxiong picked up the IOU in front of him. Vibrant lights danced in his turbid, older eyes as he said, âDidnât you already promise me 600 million dollars in profits one year from now? Now, letâs add another term. If you fail to pay back the 600 million after a year, you will come to work at the Chongshan House.â
Chu Yunxiongâs motive was apparent. He wanted Xiao Luo to remain under his control and work for him.
The last thing that Xiao Luo wanted was to be restricted. Otherwise, when Chu Yunxiong had said three days ago that he was going to let him manage Luoâs Workshop, he wouldnât have given it any consideration. Nonetheless, Chu Yunxiongâs words had undoubtedly incited Xiao Luoâs will to fight and his desire for challenge.
âDeal!â
That convincing one-word reply echoed in the vast office hall.
Chu Yunxiong froze for a moment then asked, âAre you not going to give it any more consideration?â
âNo.â
âIf you fail, then you will need to work for me for lifââ
âI will not fail,â Xiao Luo interrupted with a smile. Deep within his eyes, there was calmness and absolute composure.
Chu Yunxiong nodded and said, âLuo, I admire this part of you!â
He clapped his hands. Leng Zuo pushed open the door and walked in with a stack of documents. Ge Zhongtian, a lawyer from the Jiangcheng Law Firm, came in with him. To be legitimate, the transfer of corporate shares had to be conducted by a lawyer.
Xiao Luo signed his name and stamped his thumbprint in the bottom corner of each document. Although taking over Luoâs Workshop had been a short-term plan, after he signed the papers to transfer the shares, Xiao Luo felt a little bit of pressure in his heart. After all, right now, Luoâs Workshop was like a camel that was starving to death. Everything rested on Xiao Luoâs ability to save this camel from the brink of destruction.
Luoâs Workshop was going to be his first stepping-stone in the business world!
âMr. Chu, if thereâs nothing else, then Iâll be leaving.â
Xiao Luo filed away the signed documents in his briefcase. From this moment on, he was now the master of Luoâs Workshop. The businessâ day to day operations would no longer have any ties to Chu Yunxiong. Gain or loss, Xiao Luo would be the one to bear them all.
âChu Yue is always asking me about your whereabouts. Seeâ¦â
âI donât want anything to do with anyone at Huaye. They have their lives, and I have mine. If we insist on barging into each otherâs worlds, then somebody will inevitably get hurt,â Xiao Luo said faintly.
Chu Yunxiong nodded and said, âAlright. I know what to do.â
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âItâs done?â
âYeah,â Xiao Luo nodded.
Zhang Dashan glanced at the stack of documents finalizing the share transfer inside Xiao Luoâs briefcase. He couldnât contain the excitement on his face. Xiao Luo was about to soar high up into the sky. As his good old brother, Zhang Dashan certainly had to follow him. Just the thought itself sent him into a tizzy.
âHahaha!â he couldnât help but crack up.
âLuoâs Workshop has nothing to do with you, so why are you so hyped up?â Xiao Luo rolled his eyes at his friend.
Zhang Dashan abruptly bottled up his laughter and shot back, âWhat the heck? What do you mean, big boss? Wanna burn the bridge after crossing it? Or do you wanna kill the donkey the moment it leaves the millstone?â
Xiao Luo sneered at him, âAnd what exactly would you do were I to give you an in?â
âHey, you little chicken sh*t. I said Iâd be the assistant GM. I didnât work at the bank for three years for fun, you know? At least my network is wider than yours, and I know a few of the bosses from various sectors,â Zhang Dashan said.
âFine, fine. Go get your car. Letâs find someplace to fill our bellies,â Xiao Luo shifted the conversation topic.
Xiao Luo would definitely not turn his back on Zhang Dashan. Although he was now the boss of Luoâs Workshop, aside from the shop manager, Sun Jianânan, he didnât know any of his staff. Zhang Dashan would have had to be involved in Luoâs Workshop even if he hadnât wanted to be. With his good old brother there with him, they could keep an eye on a lot of things while taking care of each other.
âAlrighty, boss!â
Zhang Dashan took the lead and dove into his role as assistant general manager. He chuckled and revved up the engine.
In a while, they came to a stop in front of a casserole porridge shop. After locking the car, the two friends casually strolled inside.
They ordered servings of beef, vegetables, and a large dish of casserole porridge and swiftly began eating. When they were halfway through their meal, five men walked in and sat down at a big table nearby.
Xiao Luo glanced at them and was slightly startled. He couldnât help but feel that this was a tiny world, for the five men were none other than Feng Wuhen and his gang.
At this moment, they were nothing like their former selves. They looked defeated, especially Feng Wuhen, who seemed as desolate as a tiger who has left his hills and descended to the plains. As they were many other customers in the shop, Feng Wuhen and his gang didnât notice Xiao Luo.
âBrother Feng, the windmill factory called. They said that we arenât suited to work as their security because we donât even know how to use a computer.â
âThe Longfa Supermarket also said that they no longer lack manpower. They told us to find work somewhere else.â
âThe Tianyang Light Bulb Factory is hiring, but the wages they are offering are too low. They will only be giving us 1.4k, excluding meals and accommodation. If we work there, after deducting our expenditures, by the end of the month, we wonât even be left with a single cent.â
Their words in their entirety fell into Xiao Luoâs ears.
Xiao Luo couldnât help but sigh and say, âThereâs a saying that goes, âdonât bend your back for five dou of rice.â But reality is cruel. Humans need to survive and live. Without five dou of rice, people starve to death. Even five competent men are unable to escape this fate.â
âBrother Feng, I think we should just go back to the Guangming district. Being a gangster is better than living like this,â Xiaowu, who had big round eyes, suggested.
âAnd how would we do that? Weâve offended the Dragon Gang. We should be thanking the Heavens that we escaped with our lives and go back, you say? They have thousands of people, and there are only five of us. You wanna go back to suicide?â said Feng Wuhen.
He finally understood how formidable the Dragon Gang really was. They were Jiangcheng Cityâs most prominent underground organization. With some three to four thousand members, one could say that their influence encompassed the entire Guangming district. If the five of them hadnât fled, they wouldâve been dead already.
Feng Wuhen guzzled down his tea and spoke again, undiscouraged, âLetâs hold out a while longer and find ourselves legit jobs. As long as the pay is decent, itâs fine if we need to suffer a little bit more. Alright, letâs drop the topic and eat. Order whatever you like. I still have some cash to spare.â
The other four men nodded and began browsing the menu.
âWhat are you looking at?â asked Zhang Dashan when he noticed Xiao Luoâs strange expression. âIs there a pretty lady?â Out of curiosity, he turned and looked in the direction where Xiao Luo was staring. He was immediately disappointed. âWhat the f*ck, bro? Whatâs so nice about five grown men? Donât tell me youâre gay now.â
âShut up!â Xiao Luo glared at him. Zhang Dashan truly exemplified the saying âa filthy mouth cannot utter decent language.â
In a short while, Xiao Luo and Zhang Dashan left the restaurant after finishing their meal. Once Feng Wuhen and the rest of his gang had wolfed down their food, they too stood up and went to pay their bill.
However, the shop owner told them, âYour bill has already been paid.â
âPaid?â Feng Wuhen was shocked. He looked at the rest of them and asked, âWho paid for us?â
âYour friend. Oh yeah, he left you a note.â The shop owner took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Feng Wuhen.
When Feng Wuhen looked at the note, and his eyes instantly widened in shock. âXiao Luo?â
Written on the paper was Xiao Luoâs contact information.
The other four were equally startled. They had not expected to meet Xiao Luo here. Nor could they ever have imagined that Xiao Luo would pay for their meal.
âHe said that if you really have nowhere else to go, you can seek him out. He will give you all the help he can,â the shop owner conveyed Xiao Luoâs message.
Feng Wuhan felt warmth in his heart. Although it was only a meal, it truly meant a lot to them.