Forcing Me to Be a Godly Tycoon, Right?

Zhang Jingdong roughly told Chen Dayong and the others how, if they went to Japan, he’d burn down their "Revered National Shrine Toilet," then, looking all satisfied, headed back to Shangguan Yue’s place.

As soon as he stepped through the door, Song Yunshan and the others immediately came up to him.

Song Yunshan, unusually, had a worried look on her face. "You’re okay, right? Did you get hurt anywhere?"

Zhang Jingdong knew they must have figured out he’d gone to deal with Chen Dayong and his crew, so he gave a carefree grin. "Relax. If I couldn’t even handle a few low-level punks like them, how would I have any face teaching you guys self-defense?"

When Song Yunshan and the others heard that, they once again looked him over from head to toe. Seeing that he really was fine, they all let out a long breath.

Song Yunshan then lowered her voice. "You... you didn’t actually do anything too serious to them, did you?"

Zhang Jingdong knew exactly what she was asking, so he said, "Don’t worry. I’m a billionaire boss; how could I possibly break the law?"

"I just had a little sparring session with them, talked some sense into them, then had them record a guarantee video. And with that, today’s incident is completely wrapped up."

At this point, Zhang Jingdong turned his head toward Shangguan Yue. "You can rest easy too. Chen Dayong and his lot absolutely won’t come bother you guys again."

Shangguan Yue heard the certainty in his tone and immediately nodded. "Mm, thank you."

"Just a small matter, no need to be so polite."

He turned to Song Yunshan and the others. "Alright, let’s head upstairs."

Then they all went back upstairs together.

Hu Ling said to Zhang Jingdong, "You’ve really got guts, huh. This late at night, on their turf, and you actually dared to go deal with a whole bunch of them all by yourself. Next time, don’t you dare take that kind of risk!"

Zhang Jingdong looked a little smug. "See, that’s where you don’t get it. He has his schemes, I have my ladder over the wall."

"I went outside first and lay low to observe the situation. Only after confirming that the two helpers he found weren’t stronger than him did I decide to make a move."

"Besides, those guys are sly as hell. They were even planning to ambush us in the middle of the night, so I had to strike first."

When Hu Ling and the others heard that, they all immediately went pale with lingering fear.

"These guys really are rotten to the core, huh. Actually planning a midnight sneak attack... luckily you caught on. Uh? Right, how did you spot them?"

Zhang Jingdong’s heart suddenly tightened. Shit, I overbragged again. How am I gonna spin it this time?

He thought quickly, then put on a mysterious air. "You might not believe this, but it’s true—I relied on intuition."

"Intuition!?" Hu Ling couldn’t help sounding a bit amazed. "That’s kind of unbelievable, don’t you think?"

Zhang Jingdong said solemnly, "Again, this is something you don’t know. Once someone’s martial arts are trained to a certain level, aside from having instinctive defensive reactions in the face of danger, they also develop a danger intuition far stronger than ordinary people."

"After I taught Chen Dayong a lesson this afternoon, I had a feeling that guy would never just let it go, so I was on guard against him the whole time."

"After we finished assigning rooms and everyone went back, I stayed at the window watching, and I saw two flashlight beams flicker behind that big banyan tree across the way. That’s when I recognized one of them as Chen Dayong."

Hu Ling nodded, half convinced, half skeptical. "...Alright, even though what you’re saying still sounds a bit far-fetched, the fact you could take on that many of them alone shows your skills really are at a certain level, so maybe you do have this kind of superpower."

"...But since that guy’s the type who never lets things slide, and he already took a loss from you this time, how can you be sure he won’t come back to ambush us again?"

Zhang Jingdong curled his lip. "Didn’t I just tell you I made them record a guarantee video? Relax, they definitely won’t come back to attack us."

"Guarantee video?" Hu Ling blinked rapidly. "Wait, Boss Zhang, isn’t that way too flimsy? You really think a single guarantee video can make sure they’ll never come after us again?"

"What if they weren’t wearing any clothes in the video?"

The moment those words came out, the three of them all froze on the spot.

It took them quite a while to react.

Hu Ling and Song Yunshan’s pretty faces both flushed red, while Liu Yang directly gave Zhang Jingdong a big thumbs-up.

Hu Ling was convinced now. "So it really does take a bad guy to deal with bad guys, huh. Hahaha, you’re way too bad—you actually came up with that trick."

Zhang Jingdong shrugged. "Remember this: sometimes the more educated a person is, the less shame they have. It’s people like Chen Dayong and his buddies, who never studied much, that actually care about their dignity."

Of course, he would rather die than tell them that the reason Chen Dayong and the others care that much is because in that video they weren’t just naked—they also, y’know, did that.

And just as Zhang Jingdong was worrying that this girl Hu Ling might suddenly get curious and ask to watch the video, Shangguan Yue came upstairs with her younger siblings, carrying dishes.

"Dinner’s ready, everyone..."

Seeing this, Zhang Jingdong and the others hurried forward to help.

Shangguan Yue had made five dishes and one soup for them.

Shredded potatoes, stir-fried pork with chili, bamboo shoots with cured pork, peppercorn-spiced chicken, plain stir-fried broccoli, plus a pot of corn soup.

And every dish looked pretty good and smelled amazing.

Even though these dishes wouldn’t be anything special in a restaurant, Zhang Jingdong and the others all knew this really counted as a very generous spread.

"You came back late today and I didn’t have time to prepare ahead, so please forgive the roughness."

Zhang Jingdong and the others quickly waved their hands.