Chapter 973 - Declaration of War (1/2)
Zhao Yingjun’s reaction was as good as giving no reaction.
“A pampered and spoiled rich kid like you can never endure any hardships. It’s good that you finally get to endure some hardships. Hardships help one grow. These are the life lessons spoiled rich kids lack,” said Zhao Yingjun like he was some ancient old man.
With a loving look on his face, Fang Heng replied, “Do you dare repeat these words to Ling Hong?”
“Do you think I’m stupid? In any case, his father is still fine,” Zhao Yingjun replied.
What Zhao Yingjun did not say was Ling Hong had a much worse temper compared to Fang Heng.
“Normal people will talk nonsense when drunk, but for you, you will only say some nice things when drunk,” Fang Heng replied frankly.
They had only seen each other two times while drinking at the pub. They were both great drinkers and would usually buy more liquor after finishing Yuan Zhou’s quota.
Some liquor lovers only needed to drink a couple of mouthfuls per day and would be satisfied.
And some people would drink for the sake of enjoying the atmosphere rather than the liquor. Evidently, Zhao Yingjun and Fang Heng were the latter type of drinkers.
“But to be honest, everyone should try being in a decision making position. That is how a person will grow,” Zhao Yingjun said. He then added, “Moreover, I feel like I don’t even need to be drunk to start saying nice things.”
Zhao Yingjun was a perfect example of one who had no awareness over oneself. He was Wu Zhou’s colleague, and not only was his character unlikeable, even the way he spoke was also unlikable. All of Yuan Zhou’s customers knew this.
But Fang Heng had never expected that when he was not drunk, Zhao Yingjun would be this unlikable.
“Sure, sure. I don’t need you to worry about my growth,” Fang Heng replied. “Today, I’m here to say goodbyes to my fellow drinkers. I might not be able to drink here for a period of time.”
“Remember to tell the others about this,” Fang Heng reminded Zhao Yingjun who nodded in agreement.
Fang Heng did not stay long. After chatting with Zhao Yingjun for a bit, he rushed away.
Everyone had their responsibilities. Of course, being able to shoulder those responsibilities did not necessarily signify that a person had grown up, and likewise, not being able to shoulder those responsibilities did not necessarily signify that a person had not grown up. After all, responsibilities would come regardless of one’s maturity level.
An example would be the current Fang Heng. He was no longer as mischievous as he was last time, but he was still far from true maturity.
As usual, the Queuing Committee was there maintaining order.
This time, someone broke the rules. A person who, in Meng Meng’s words, looked like a bad person at a glance had arrived.
The newcomer had thin eyebrows, tiny eyes, bulging belly, and a goatee on his chin. He had the look of a crafty merchant. He was Chef Li from Shrimp And Crab Gathering. Looking at the neat line in front of the restaurant, he sneered.
“Things won’t be so good for you anymore after your defeat,” Chef Li thought inwardly.
Although something as stupid as the Anti-Yuan Alliance wasn’t formed, the whole operation against Yuan Zhou was planned by Chef Li. Thus, one could say that Chef Li was the person in charge of this operation.
Chef Li was here today to issue a declaration of war. Why was he here alone? Because he was afraid that if there were too many of them, Yuan Zhou would be frightened off the challenge.
After all, anyone would feel intimidated after finding out they were up against an alliance of 28 restaurants. Thus, Chef Li came alone.
This strategy was called appearing weak when you’re strong. Instead of looking at menus, a chef was looking at Sun Tzu’s Art of War. What was this?
He was trying really hard to screw himself.
“The masses only know to follow the trend,” Chef Li murmured and continued on forward.
He walked past the line to enter the restaurant directly. After all, he was here to issue a declaration of war. He would not wait in line for that.