Chapter 156 — Just Who Exactly Are You? "Brother, All Right, You Have Tricks," Wu Chengtian Patted Wei Zhao's Shoulder, "I Have Learned Something, Brother; There Is Plenty of Time Yet"
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"Heh..." Wei Zhao looked at Wu Chengtian, a faint, half-there smile sliding across the corner of his mouth. "I have plenty of tricks. You'll get to see them, one at a time, in due course."
Sun Jingyan watched Wu Chengtian's movements and frowned, wanting to warn Wei Zhao, yet not quite certain; and besides, given the ties between the Sun and Wu families, she could hardly slap Wu Chengtian's face in public. If word reached the elders, it would look as though she were being childish, taking an outsider's side... So Sun Jingyan was truly torn: on the one hand she did not want Wei Zhao to suffer any loss, and on the other she could not be sure whether Wu Chengtian had pulled something on him.
Wu Chengtian gave a cold snort, taking Wei Zhao's words for nothing but empty posturing. His aim had been achieved, so there was naturally no reason to linger; he strode quickly out of the bar. He would have someone look into Wei Zhao's background first, find out just where this kid had come from, and only then decide his next move.
Reaching the bar's entrance, Wu Chengtian opened the wallet casually and looked inside. There was only a thousand yuan or so, nothing else — not even an ID card.
A penniless wretch — Wu Chengtian cursed inwardly. He had meant to check Wei Zhao's ID and trace his background from the address and number on it; it seemed that idea could only be abandoned.
This shabby wallet — bought for a few yuan off a street stall, was it? Wu Chengtian looked over the stitching and the material and was left rather speechless. A family of that level, and Sun Jingyan could take a fancy to him? Was there some mistake? Could he be a colleague or something, dragged in at the last minute to make up the numbers?
The wallet, of course, was Wei Zhao's. When Wu Chengtian was about to leave, he had deliberately patted Wei Zhao and mouthed a few polite pleasantries — and it was while speaking that he had smoothly slipped the wallet away.
With the Wu family's Iron Hands, lifting a wallet was effortless. What the Wu family trained was the speed of the hand; petty pilfering was simplicity itself for him. It was even a little beneath him.
"A tip for you." Wu Chengtian casually handed a small wad of bills from Wei Zhao's wallet to the doorman. "A reward for you. The name's Wei Zhao."
"Thank you, Brother Lin, Brother Lin, you're so generous!" The doorman took the tip from Wu Chengtian's hand with some astonishment. Granted, there was no shortage of rich men in this place, and some did tip the doormen, but fifty or a hundred was already considered good. They were not beer girls or private-room princesses, who pulled in bigger tips; doormen like them got next to nothing.
For Wu Chengtian to hand over a thousand yuan at once was generosity beyond measure, so the doorman bowed and scraped before him in boundless gratitude.
"Gah, gah..." Wu Chengtian felt a surge of smug delight. Wei Zhao — let's see how you settle the bill in a moment. Surely you won't make the woman pay? That would be too humiliating for you. Gah, gah...
At the thought of Wei Zhao's imminent humiliation, Wu Chengtian shook off his earlier gloom, hummed a little tune, and flagged down a taxi. He had only just come to Songshan City and had not yet bought a car, so he took taxis wherever he went.
He tossed Wei Zhao's shabby wallet onto the ground. Naturally he cared nothing for such a trifle; it was only to make Wei Zhao lose face. As for tipping the doorman, that was merely to satisfy his own twisted amusement, a way to disgust Wei Zhao.
After Wu Chengtian had gone, Sun Jingyan looked at Wei Zhao with some apology. "Check — did you lose anything..."
"Lose something?" Wei Zhao glanced at Sun Jingyan, thinking that this girl's heart was not, after all, rotten to the core; she knew to warn him. But he feigned ignorance. "Lose what?"