If you want to be a good person, find Huadi

Chapter 216 Looking for a Gun 2

McDull noticed that everyone had stopped their random speculations and were now all looking at him. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing an enigmatic smile. Then he slowly said to them, "Hey, do you know what the minimum investment amount is for a basic customer at Times Securities?"

At this moment, Apple's parents, having previously visited Times Securities for detailed consultation, were well-versed in the firm's policies. Apple confidently replied, "Of course I know everything! Times Securities requires a minimum investment of one million yuan. Could it be that... your friend has accumulated a million in just two years?"

Hearing this, a trace of regret suddenly appeared on McDull's face, and he sighed heavily, "Oh, that's right! If that incident hadn't happened, how could I be so remorseful? If I hadn't impulsively bought those two damn pistols back then, I probably would have enough wealth to buy ten pistols by now!"

As soon as McDull finished speaking, everyone present exclaimed in unison—"Wow!" After all, police officers like them, working in low-level positions, often didn't receive a generous monthly salary, especially with the current pressure of skyrocketing housing prices. Therefore, when they heard that a mere 100,000 yuan in capital could grow to a staggering 1 million yuan in just two years, their envy was simply indescribable.

Huadi listened quietly to their conversation, occasionally nodding in response. When the discussion paused, Huadi suddenly interrupted with a smile and a confident tone, "Don't worry, everyone. Actually, Fang Zhanbo from Times Securities and I are pretty good friends! I'll go talk to him later and ask him to help us out. We can waive the minimum investment amount for you. That way, even if you have limited funds, you can easily participate in the investment. Or we can just open a group account for you all, so we can all earn some pocket money together. Wouldn't that be great?"

As soon as Huadi finished speaking, thunderous applause erupted, and the atmosphere instantly became extremely heated. Someone excitedly stood up and shouted to Huadi, "Liu Sir, you must remember my name. My name is Wang Qiang! Don't forget it!" Wang Qiang's shout set everyone off in another round of laughter. However, just then, the lively atmosphere was interrupted by the sudden ringing of a cell phone. He Wenzhan pulled out his phone, checked the caller ID, and quickly stood up and stepped aside to answer it.

After a brief exchange, He Wenzhan informed the other party of his location and hung up. Not long after, a portly man hurried into the restaurant. He glanced around, quickly spotting He Wenzhan and stalking towards him. As he approached, the chubby man, without a word, pulled He Wenzhan into a corner, where the two men began whispering in hushed tones. Due to the distance, it was impossible for anyone else to hear their conversation.

After a while, He Wenzhan waved towards Wah-Di and Kat, signaling them to come over. Meanwhile, Huo Hu, standing nearby, saw this and desperately wanted to join in the fun. But since He Wenzhan didn't call him directly, he could only stare longingly, debating whether to take the initiative. Although Huo Hu usually appears serious and earnest, he's actually a very nosy and gossipy person!

As Wah-Di and Kat hurried over to He Wen-Zhan, he cleared his throat and began to recount the entire story. Meanwhile, the portly fellow—the aforementioned fat man—stood uneasily nearby, occasionally glancing at them from the corner of his eye. His expression was as uneasy as a child caught red-handed.

It turns out this fat guy is none other than Fei Sha, the infamous member of the anti-triad group! He had just arrived at a restaurant alone, ready to enjoy a meal. Upon arriving, he casually exited his car and tossed the keys to the parking attendant. However, the parking attendant, surprisingly, didn't recognize the infamous Fei Sha and, moreover, treated him with extreme arrogance and dominance. The parking boy was heard to shout at Feisha in a haughty manner: "Hey, who the hell are you from?" Hearing this, Feisha was immediately furious. He widened his eyes and asked sternly: "Where did you come from, you little bastard?" Facing Feisha's questioning, the parking boy was not afraid at all. Instead, he puffed out his chest proudly and answered loudly: "I am the grandson of Niu Shi! How about it, are you scared?" Hearing the other party's boastful words, Feisha could not help but sneer, and said with a hint of sarcasm: "Oh, it turns out that you are just a mediocre grandson. People who don't know the situation may really mistakenly think that you are some great boss!" After that, Feisha curled his lips with disdain.

At this moment, the restaurant owner accidentally caught a glimpse of Feisha arguing fiercely with the parking attendant at the door. He was startled and rushed out in two steps.

The boss, beaming, scurried over to the parking attendant and chided him in a low voice, "What are you looking at? Even the renowned anti-black group, Sir, admitted his mistake! Why don't you apologize to him now?" He then hurriedly turned to Feisha and, with a smile on his face, explained, "Sir, please be magnanimous. Please don't bother with this ignorant child. We just got some fresh beef today. Please come inside and enjoy it."

Feisha snorted coldly, gave the parking attendant a cold look, and followed the boss into the restaurant. However, after walking a few steps, he suddenly seemed to remember something, turned around, pointed at the parking attendant who was still standing there, and shouted, "Hey, I'm talking to you! Stand at attention! Do fifty push-ups right now, with the correct movements and at a fast speed! This officer is watching you right here. If you dare to slack off, you'll be in trouble!"

The parking attendant's face turned pale upon hearing this, but facing the aggressive Feisha, he dared not disobey him in the slightest. He could only lie on the ground obediently and began to do push-ups with difficulty. Feisha nodded in satisfaction, turned around and swaggered into the restaurant.

After entering the restaurant, Feisha's eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, finally settling on a table in the corner. There sat a few young men with long hair and odd attire—they were often called "long-haired" people. But Feisha paid them no mind. Without a word, he strode towards the table and plopped down, as if it belonged to him.

Seeing this, the long-haired men were stunned for a moment, then their faces lit up with anger, clearly dissatisfied with Feisha's outrageous behavior. However, when they met Feisha's provocative and arrogant gaze, the rage that had just ignited in their hearts was instantly extinguished like a bucket of cold water. They dared not speak out, and could only swallow their anger silently.

Feisha paid no attention to the others' reactions. He grabbed the already opened bottle of beer on the table and gulped it down. Then, he casually grabbed the fresh beef the waiter had just brought over and dumped it all into the scalding hot pot. After doing all this, Feisha paused for a moment, glanced at the hairy men with a look that bordered on contempt, and then resumed his devouring of the food, oblivious to the others.

The boss had no choice but to arrange other positions for those long-haired guys.