Chapter 154: Succulent Braised Pork Belly

The crowd insisted Jiang Liu go back inside and not get involved.

Everyone was just too enthusiastic, seizing the chance to show their support.

Jiang Liu didn’t want to dampen their warm-hearted spirits. After a moment of thought, he said, "Alright, I’ll stay out of it. But don’t you guys hit him, either. Let’s just call the police."

Realizing his customers had some serious connections, he figured he wouldn’t need to bother his dad.

Soon.

Officers from the criminal investigation division and the local police station arrived in a flash.

You’d think they were there to catch some most-wanted fugitive.

At this point, Xin Shan was even more baffled.

’I fucking dine and dash one time, and you guys send over a dozen cops? Isn’t this a bit of an overreaction?’

But he was still completely unafraid.

’The worst I’ll get is administrative detention. What’s there to be afraid of? It’s not like I’m going to a detention center to eat watery porridge. I’ll pay the fine and be out in no time.’

He had experience.

He sneered inwardly.

’Just you wait. Next time, I’ll be throwing shit at your doorstep.’

However, things didn’t go as he’d hoped.

Thanks to the machinations of a certain customer, he was successfully "transferred" into the criminal investigation division’s van.

The public officials politely asked Jiang Liu a few questions about what had happened, but they didn’t dare disturb him for long and left quickly.

He was also one of Jiang Liu’s foodie fans.

Jiang Liu went back to selling his buns.

The incident was just a minor interruption; it didn’t cause the slightest ripple in the shop’s business.

Everyone was still lined up to buy buns, with those who couldn’t get any clamoring and complaining.

Seven-thirty.

Everything was sold out.

"Everyone, please come earlier tomorrow. Today’s buns and juice are all sold out."

"Damn, that was fast!"

"Good thing I managed to buy a bottle of juice, hahaha."

"I’m coming at four tomorrow! I refuse to believe I still won’t get any! This is infuriating!"

The customers inside the shop gradually dispersed.

As they left, they didn’t forget to take their trash with them, afraid that a certain someone might find them displeasing.

Jun Qingmeng and Tongtong finally had a chance to relax. The two of them started cleaning up.

Jiang Liu, meanwhile, started preparing a lavish dinner.

Today’s income was 189,000! Add that to the 150,000 he already had, and he was well-off again.

However, he was still a long way from expanding the shop or opening a new branch.

And if he wanted to buy a house, it would be difficult without at least a million.

At 8:03 PM, Wang Cheng arrived, clutching his briefcase.

Surprisingly.

He had brought a middle-aged man with him. The man was also dressed in a suit, tie, and leather shoes. He had thick eyebrows and large eyes, a powerful build, and sword-like brows that reached his temples. But what was most striking were his hands—they were huge, with thick, sturdy bones.

The moment they entered, Wang Cheng didn’t see Jiang Liu and called out with a laugh, "Where’s Boss Jiang? Still busy?"

Jiang Liu was hunched over the counter counting money. Hearing the voice, he stood up to greet them. "Lawyer Wang, you’re here. I just finished up."

As he spoke, he glanced quizzically at the middle-aged man next to Wang Cheng.

At that moment, the man was sizing up Jiang Liu with a look that said, ’This is interesting.’

"Lawyer Wang, and this is?"

"Oh, let me introduce you. This is my partner, Liu Yang."

Wang Cheng had just finished his introduction.

Liu Yang eagerly extended his hand. "Hello, Mr. Jiang."

The corners of his stubbled mouth curled up.

’He grew excited just thinking about the look of begging for mercy on the face of this Boss Jiang, the one Wang Cheng had praised to the heavens.’

The moment Wang Cheng saw his friend’s expression, he knew he was about to start another one of his contests.

’So annoying!’

His friend had a nasty habit: whenever he saw another man with a decent build, he just had to test his strength against him.

"Boss Jiang, don’t shake his hand—"

Before he could finish, Liu Yang had already taken the initiative and gripped Jiang Liu’s hand.

’Don’t shake his hand?’ Jiang Liu paused for a second, puzzled.

"Er, hello, Mr. Liu."

"Hello."

Wang Cheng was panicking internally. ’I knew I shouldn’t have brought this guy! What if he hurts Boss Jiang, and he stops giving me special treatment?’

The instant their hands met, Jiang Liu felt a powerful force gradually crushing the bones in his hand.

’What’s this guy’s problem?’

’Is he messing with me? A contest of strength?’

Jiang Liu raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. With a gentle squeeze...

"HISS—"

_Holy shit...!_ Liu Yang’s expression twisted instantly, his lips pursed as he sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.

He was utterly shocked.

’How is that possible!’

’This motherfucker isn’t human!’

’He’s twice as strong as me!’

"???" Wang Cheng was dumbfounded.

’What’s going on? This isn’t right. Shouldn’t Boss Jiang be the one howling in pain?’

Liu Yang’s face was now beet red. It hurt. It hurt so much.

’So this is what it feels like to be on the receiving end.’

Jiang Liu didn’t apply any more pressure. He let go as if nothing had happened and said amiably, "Why don’t you two have a seat? I’ll bring your food out."

"Great. Sorry to trouble you, Boss Jiang."

"Hiss, hiss..."

Liu Yang shot Jiang Liu a grateful look.

Wang Cheng glanced at Liu Yang, who had shoved his hand in his pocket and was gritting his teeth and sucking in air. Wang Cheng’s expression was peculiar.

He couldn’t help but secretly gloat.

’I told you not to mess with Boss Jiang. You just had to be stubborn. Serves you right!’

The two men sat down. Jun Qingmeng and Tongtong were sitting opposite them, huddled together and whispering secrets.

Liu Yang was still rubbing his hand.

"Alright, stop embarrassing yourself over there. When Boss Jiang’s food comes, you can eat up and recover."

Speaking of food, Wang Cheng’s stomach let out a series of rumbles.

He was starving.

’What’s so great about buns...’ Liu Yang curled his lip in disdain. "I don’t want any. I’ve got plans to get barbecue and beer with my wife later."

’As if anything could be better than barbecue. Heh.’

Wang Cheng didn’t bother arguing.

’Just wait until Boss Jiang’s food gets here. We’ll see if you eat it or not!’

Soon, Jiang Liu brought out two plates of wild tuna sashimi, sixty buns, five cups of juice, a plate of braised pork belly, and a pot of rice porridge.