Chapter Eighty-Three: Refusing to Have Nothing

As countless people erupted into wild laughter, the sudden sound of car engines came from outside the door. Instantly, Wang Weihua and the others widened their eyes in disbelief, unable to comprehend what they were seeing—this scene was truly shocking to them.

These were cars, after all! In this era, cars were absolute luxuries, unattainable for ordinary people. Their extravagance defied description, leaving people speechless. Now, for three cars, each worth over a hundred thousand, to appear all at once—who could believe it? Everyone seemed to go mad with astonishment.

From the cars, more than a dozen people stepped out. Leading the group was a bald man, whose usually calm face now showed a trace of surprise. In Feng City, the image of this bald man was so distinctive that just a glance was enough to reveal his identity.

Brother Baldhead…

He was a well-known figure in Feng City, notorious and formidable, a true boss whose reputation was thunderous. In an instant, several people’s expressions subtly changed—they sensed something out of the ordinary, their eyes growing wide as they struggled to process what they were witnessing.

“It’s Brother Baldhead!”

“It looks like it.”

“But why would he come here? Could it be that Shen Guodong called him?”

“Are you joking? How could a nobody like Shen Guodong possibly have connections with someone like that?”

“Exactly, there’s no way this has anything to do with Shen Guodong.”

“Impossible, absolutely impossible.”

Everyone began talking at once, none of them believing for a moment that Brother Baldhead could have any relationship with Shen Guodong. Someone like him—how could he possibly be worthy? They must be dreaming!

Their voices were filled with mockery and disbelief. Some even ignored Shen Guodong completely, hurrying forward to greet Brother Baldhead, saying, “Brother Baldhead, what brings you here? I’m afraid there’s nothing here that’s fit to entertain you!”

In Feng City, especially this district, Brother Baldhead’s name was legendary—a true kingpin, terrifying beyond imagination. There was no doubt about it. Wang Weihua and his crew weren’t fools; they were mere amateur thugs, while Brother Baldhead was the real deal. If they could curry favor with him, their future would be bright indeed. The thought made Wang Weihua excited—if Brother Baldhead had his back, what prospects awaited him! Would Zhou Meiniang still go after someone like Shen Guodong?

“Brother Shen, tell me what needs to be done. Today, I’ll act as your subordinate and help you take care of business.” Brother Baldhead lit a cigarette, looked at Shen Guodong, and asked.

At these words, everyone was utterly stunned. They were driven mad with disbelief, unable to comprehend the reality before their eyes. It felt like a dream, impossible to grasp. In that moment, they were all dumbfounded, the shock overwhelming their senses.

How could this be? Someone like Shen Guodong, actually on a first-name basis with Brother Baldhead? They must have misheard—no, it simply couldn’t be!

For a while, no one knew how to describe the situation. All their earlier bravado now seemed utterly hollow, and even speaking felt like an extravagant act.

Shen Guodong smiled, for to him, this was nothing more than a game. The things these fools dared to say to him—were they not dreaming?

“This can’t be!”

“Brother Baldhead is calling this kid a brother—I didn’t mishear, did I? Isn’t this just like a dream?”

“That’s right, I really can’t believe what I’m seeing…”

“When did Shen Guodong get so well connected?”

They all spoke at once, their eyes wide with disbelief, unable to process the situation before them. In that instant, their hearts were completely shaken.

Yet Shen Guodong only smiled, for he had long anticipated how Wang Weihua and the others would react; it all fell within his expectations.

“Brother Baldhead, just teach this guy a lesson and send him to the Civil Affairs Bureau. That shouldn’t be difficult, right?” Shen Guodong sneered as he spoke.

Brother Baldhead gave Shen Guodong a meaningful look, then turned and slapped Wang Weihua hard across the face. “You bastard! My brother Shen takes a liking to your wife—that’s good fortune for you! What’s your problem? You really want to make me step in personally?”

The slap left Wang Weihua utterly speechless, his face swelling red in an instant. He stared at Brother Baldhead and his men in terror, his heart filled with regret. No wonder Shen Guodong had dared to act so brazenly, and no wonder Zhou Meiniang was willing to go with Shen Guodong.

So, this was the reason behind it all!

Realizing this, he was overcome with remorse. The signs had been obvious, yet he had failed to see them. And now he had thoroughly offended Shen Guodong.

Shen Guodong’s status was no longer what it once was—a man not to be crossed. At this point, words could not capture his feelings.

He had never cared for Zhou Meiniang anyway. He was impotent by nature; even if given a goddess, she would stir no interest in him.

Thus, everything was clear to him. In that moment, nothing could adequately describe the look in his eyes.

“Beat him!”

Brother Baldhead was not one to show mercy. His men surged forward like tigers and leopards, surrounding Wang Weihua, whose screams were harrowing. As for his so-called brothers, they all found excuses to slip away—none dared step forward, not even to plead for mercy.

In that instant, a bright smile appeared on Shen Guodong’s face. This was the price of his own misdeeds! If only he had agreed to Shen Guodong’s terms earlier, things would never have come to this.

Afterward, everything fell into place. Having been thoroughly humiliated by Brother Baldhead, Wang Weihua dared not harbor any further thoughts and obediently agreed, fulfilling Shen Guodong’s earlier words:

Agree, and you’ll be rewarded; refuse, and you’ll be left with nothing.