CHAPTER 1807: CHAPTER 1868: ZHOU YANGQING’S MISFORTUNE

A few people quickly said there was no need, but Li Yifei insisted, and finally someone made a call, inviting friends from the construction site for dinner. When they arrived and saw Li Yifei, they were initially stunned, then ran over, patting Li Yifei on the shoulder and saying, "Oh, it’s you, bro! Haha, we really have to thank you today. I’ll toast you later."

Another person patted Li Yifei’s shoulder and said, "This young man here is quite skilled. Did he train before? When I was your age, I was also tough, could take on a bunch all alone, and could do dozens of flips without getting winded, but now it’s not the same. I’ve got a back injury, can’t move easily."

Newcomers naturally don’t know the fearless, but seeing the foremen pat Li Yifei’s shoulder and say things like this, they felt afraid and quickly pulled the people aside, pressing them into seats, warning them to be careful and not to speak carelessly.

"Speak carelessly, why would I speak carelessly, what’s with your expression?" Someone who didn’t understand started protesting.

Soon, someone explained Li Yifei’s true identity to the newcomers. After hearing, they blinked and waved their hands saying, "You’re fooling me, I don’t believe it."

"It’s true..."

"Holy shit!" Once they confirmed it wasn’t a joke, they couldn’t sit still. They stood up and bowed respectfully to Li Yifei, speaking apprehensively, "Li... Grandpa Li, we’re really sorry, it’s our fault, today..."

"Sit, sit. I said, today there’s no Clan leader Li, no construction worker, we’re just sitting together to have a drink and chat. Please don’t be restrained, otherwise the food won’t be enjoyable."

"Oh, okay, okay." A few people cautiously pulled their chairs over and sat down, but half their buttocks were hanging outside, not daring to sit firmly.

They said they wouldn’t be nervous, but how could they not be? This was Li Yifei, the legendary clan chief. What luck to have Li Yifei show up in a wage dispute. Thinking of what he has done before, these workers truly admired him.

This guy is a real man, just like the legendary Li Yifei, a guy worthy of respect.

The food and drink were served. A bunch of tough guys gradually loosened up, especially after a few drinks. They really let loose, even Li Yifei joined in, taking his shirt off and showing his bare chest. He could hold his drink, but these workers, who usually did heavy physical labor, were also in good shape and could drink a lot too. On this table, no one had a tolerance below a pound.

Once these people let loose, with excitement and enthusiasm, their tolerance increased rapidly, and soon everyone was drunk and even shouting in front of Li Yifei, who didn’t mind but joined in.

Some bragged about how awesome they used to be, while others talked about how broad their experiences were...

The drinking was truly refreshing, Li Yifei hadn’t been drunk in a long time. With his skills gone, he could only rely on his own tolerance... he drank more than two pounds of high-proof white spirit. When he got up to use the bathroom, he was swaying, with a spinning vision.

They ate a whole roasted lamb and hundreds of skewers. Li Yifei paused when it came time to pay. He never carried that much cash when he went out, but he didn’t panic. He went to the Mercedes Benz, and sure enough, found Zhou Yangqing’s purse. Opening it revealed several stacks of red bills, which Li Yifei ’borrowed’ to pay the bill.

"Guys, take it slow getting back, you might find wages are ready once you’re back." Li Yifei waved at the workers and said.

Unexpectedly, these people turned around in unison, bowing to him, and shouted, "Thanks, Clan leader Li, you’re damn righteous. I’ve lived for so many years, and for the first time, I truly respect someone. It’s you, Clan leader Li!"

"Exactly, you’re the one!" The speaker gave a thumbs-up and shook it vigorously.

Someone else grinned widely at Li Yifei; after tonight, having dinner and drinks with Li Yifei and calling each other brothers would be talk for half a lifetime.

Li Yifei sat in the car, turned on the air conditioning to sober up, and fished out his phone to find the security captain’s number, asking him for Wang Zu’s number. Once he got it, he called Wang Zu. It was noisy on Wang Zu’s end, but he found a quiet place and reported to Li Yifei: "Householder, we’re distributing wages now, more than half have already received, each three months’ worth. The money was transferred from the city bank arranged by Zhou Yangqing."

"Okay, got it." Li Yifei said.

"Householder, have you had too much to drink? How about I drive you home?" Wang Zu asked cautiously.

Li Yifei chuckled and said, "No need, just handle things over there."

"No problem, please don’t worry!" Wang Zu replied.

After hanging up, Wang Zu headed back. For these past hours, he hadn’t been kind to Zhou Yangqing; this damn useless brother-in-law, along with that dog-leg Black Dog, dared to point a gun at Li Yifei—that’s asking for death.

Upon hearing this, Wang Zu immediately crippled Li Xianjin’s arms, while the situation with Black Dog was worse, as Wang Zu directly stomped and broke all four of his limbs.

Wang Zu didn’t think he went too far, and he broke out in cold sweat. If Li Yifei got hurt, it would be a big deal.

These bastards dared to use a gun, so they must bear the consequences.

The site was lit up with floodlights, as workers lined up to claim their money. Beside them stood poles, with Li Xianjin, Black Dog, and others hanging from them, with Black Dog’s underlings also suspended, mouths stuffed, unable to shout.

What Wang Zu did naturally pleased the workers, and Zhou Yangqing found it reasonable, almost being scared to death when he learned his useless brother-in-law dared to aim a gun at Li Yifei, muttering, "Luckily, no shots were fired, luckily nothing happened, or my life wouldn’t be safe."

While speaking, Li Xiaohua obliviously said, "Seems like shots were fired, I heard gunfire when I came."

"F**k you!" Zhou Yangqing exploded on the spot, summoned some mysterious strength, and immediately kicked Li Xiaohua onto the ground—this time truly disregarding everything to beat him up. Wang Zu wouldn’t stop him; either way, if Zhou Yangqing didn’t, Wang Zu would have.

This damned thing, daring to fire guns, even against ordinary people—that changes the nature of things.

Zhou Yangqing was deeply regretful; if he knew his brother-in-law was so useless, no matter how hard Li Xiaohua begged before, he wouldn’t agree to bring Li Xianjin to Handing Group.