Chapter 152: Chapter 129: Man of the Streets (Triple Combo) (Part 2)
Old Feng’s eyes lit up as he handed over a cigarette, "Sure, do we need to prepare anything?"
Qi Yun took the cigarette, lit it, and after a puff, frowned and replied, "Just prepare a few membership cards worth two thousand each for him."
Old Feng blew out a smoke ring and nodded.
A few membership cards aren’t considered anything valuable; it’s just normal relationship maintenance. Even if the other party can’t use them, they can give them to someone else.
If you give something expensive right off the bat, others will get suspicious.
As they were talking, a black Passat pulled up to a parking space in front of the hot pot restaurant.
Qi Yun immediately spotted Ma Baoguo getting out of the car and lightly nudged Old Feng, signaling him.
Old Feng followed his gaze and also saw Ma Baoguo, quickly stood up, straightened his clothes, and put on a big smile.
Ma Baoguo walked into the hot pot restaurant, saw Qi Yun and Old Feng waiting by the table in the corner, and quickly walked over, smiling, saying, "Mr. Qi, sorry to keep you waiting."
Qi Yun quickly stood up, shook hands with Ma Baoguo, and said, "Director Ma, you’re too polite. I just got here a little while ago. Please, have a seat."
Old Feng warmly added, "Director Ma, welcome, welcome, please have a seat."
"This is my good friend and also my partner in this hot pot restaurant, Old Feng," Qi Yun said, smiling as he introduced Ma Baoguo.
Upon hearing this, Ma Baoguo’s eyes showed a hint of surprise. He smiled and reached out to Old Feng, "Hello, Old Feng, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I thought your restaurant was excellent the last time I dined here, so it’s nice to know you officially today."
Old Feng quickly grasped Ma Baoguo’s hand, his face full of smiles, "Director Ma, you flatter us. In the future, please look after our little restaurant. It’s our honor to have you here."
After the three sat down, the waiter quickly brought over some tea.
Old Feng picked up the menu and handed it first to Ma Baoguo, "Director Ma, see what you like to eat. We just got fresh beef this morning; you should try more of it."
Ma Baoguo waved his hand and declined, "You choose; I’m not picky with food."
Hearing this, Old Feng didn’t insist and called over the waiter to order a large table of dishes.
Qi Yun glanced at his watch, then scanned the packed restaurant but didn’t spot the person he was waiting for.
Just then, the phone on the table rang, with Zhang Dayong’s name displayed on the screen.
Sitting opposite, Ma Baoguo happened to look over, his eyes slightly narrowing.
Qi Yun answered the call, smiling, "Hello, Director Zhang."
"Haha, no need for thanks, a meal on another day will do."
"Yes, alright, I’ll wait for your call."
"..."
On the phone, Zhang Dayong just said the matter was handled, but Qi Yun knew what he was referring to.
As for whether the last replica ended up in someone’s hands or the evidence room, it wasn’t his place to ask, nor did he have any interest in finding out.
The less you know about these matters, the better.
After hanging up, Qi Yun placed the phone back on the table.
Ma Baoguo picked up the teapot to refill Qi Yun’s tea, just about to say something when suddenly a shout interrupted them.
"The boss! Who’s the boss! Come out here quickly!"
By the counter, a few burly men were loudly shouting.
In an instant, they attracted the attention of almost everyone in the restaurant.
Old Feng’s expression changed, and he quickly got up, smiling as he approached, "I’m the boss. What can I do for you gentlemen?"
The leader, with a thick neck and a large gold chain, glared at Old Feng and shouted, "My wife ate at your restaurant last night, got a stomach ache afterward, and is still in the hospital! Are you going to give me an explanation or what?"
As he spoke, he slapped a stack of medical reports onto the counter, "See for yourself! The test results clearly say it’s your restaurant’s dirty stuff!"
Old Feng’s heart sank, keenly sensing that they had come looking for trouble.
Nobody would typically handle such a situation like this.
Yet he kept smiling, reaching out for the reports, "My brother, please don’t worry. Our restaurant has always been very particular about the freshness and hygiene of our ingredients; we’ve never had an issue like this before. Let me take a look at the reports."
The man with the gold chain slapped a hand over the reports, his face set in a fierce scowl, "What’s there to look at? The fact is right here. Your restaurant’s food has issues. What are you going to do?"
"Everyone, listen up, this place is a sham! They use rotten meat! My wife ate here last night and ended up in the hospital!"
The guests in the restaurant looked surprised upon hearing this, with a few older ladies even spitting their food into the trash on the spot.
"Huh? Rotten meat? No wonder it tastes different from other places."
"I came because I saw the ad on the museum ticket, but who knew it would be such a shady place!"
"Wow! I’m not paying for this later!"
"..."
This society is never short of people who jump to conclusions at the first sign of trouble...
However, a group of young people joked, "Ma’am, is it possible that the meat you usually eat is rotten, and this place actually serves fresh meat, so it tastes different to you?"
"Impossible! Young man, watch how you speak."
"..."
Listening to the surrounding discussions, Old Feng, who had been trying to maintain a smile, now looked cold. He glanced at the man with the gold chain and calmly said, "You guys came here deliberately to stir up trouble, didn’t you?"
Hearing this, the man with the gold chain stiffened his neck and shouted, "How can you say that? My wife got sick from your place, and you accuse us of making trouble?"