642: Chapter 642 Xiang Yu Cries Poor to Get Weapons 642: Chapter 642 Xiang Yu Cries Poor to Get Weapons Sun Bo had planned to have Long Wu assist him with some client issues, but he didn’t expect there to be two other people here; he had been in such a hurry earlier that he hadn’t really noticed.

When Wei Aiguo stood up, Sun Bo merely gave a nod as a formality.

But when he saw Xiang Yu sitting there, he froze for a moment before smiling broadly, “Yu, what brings you here too?”

Wei Aiguo was also taken aback by Sun Bo’s expression.

Wasn’t this guy just a janitor?

Why was the general manager so enthusiastic?

“I’m just here to take a stroll,” Xiang Yu said casually with a smile.

“Manager Sun, who is this janitor to you?” Wei Aiguo asked obsequiously, looking at Sun Bo.

Sun Bo: “…”

“You’d better get going, take care of whatever you need to,” Xiang Yu said, gesturing for Sun Bo to leave.

Without paying any attention to Wei Aiguo, Sun Bo nodded at Xiang Yu and quickly left, seemingly very busy.

However, as soon as he stepped out the door, he called the HR manager.

“Strip Wei Aiguo of his managerial position and send him to the front line.” After saying that, he hurried downstairs.

“Just what is your relationship with the general manager?” Wei Aiguo asked bluntly.

“I’m his brother,” Xiang Yu replied, having had enough of entertaining this fool.

Wei Aiguo wanted to continue the argument with Xiang Yu, but just then his phone rang.

Pulling it out with pomp, he thought it was some important business matter that he could flaunt in front of Xiang Yu.

“Wei Aiguo, you need to come to the HR department to handle some procedures.

Your managerial position has been revoked by the general manager,” the voice on the phone said.

“What?” Wei Aiguo shouted stupidly, completely stunned, then hung up the phone and sprinted toward the HR department as if he were in a hundred-meter dash, determined to find out exactly what was going on.

Now, only two people remained in Long Wu’s office.

Long Wu could only offer a wry smile before tossing the rose on the desk into the trash bin.

Xiang Yu quickly picked it up, saying, “What a waste, I can recycle it.”

Xiang Yu, holding the rose, intended to leave.

“Stop,” Long Wu suddenly said coldly: “Who are you planning to give that flower to?”

Xiang Yu paused, realizing he didn’t actually know who to give it to.

He might as well just give it away to a beautiful woman he met on the street—maybe he would even score a date.

“I’ll toss it in the trash bin outside for you,” Xiang Yu said with a sly grin.

“No need, just leave it here,” Long Wu said, staring straight at Xiang Yu.

Xiang Yu chuckled awkwardly, feeling a bit caught out.

“From now on, you’re coming to see me at least once a week, no less, no upper limit,” Long Wu said directly.

“Right, I just remembered, I have something important I haven’t done yet, and it’s almost time,” Xiang Yu said as if an idea had just struck him, then turned and walked toward the exit.

“Don’t go, agree to my terms first,” Long Wu demanded plainly.

Xiang Yu had intended to joke around and say something noncommittal when suddenly Long Wu glared at him and said, “If you don’t agree, I’ll go out right now and say that you are the chairman of this place and tell everyone in the world.”

Xiang Yu quickly agreed, “I promise to come see you often, at least once a week.

Once is too little for me; I’ll come over whenever I have time and never go back on my word.

If I lie, may I be struck by lightning.”

After listening, Long Wu finally allowed himself a sweet smile, but he remained skeptical of Xiang Yu’s words.

Many times, Xiang Yu would speak, swear promises, and then turn around and forget them.

Watching Xiang Yu leave, Long Wu’s face turned serious, and then he sighed softly, whispering to himself, “Xiang Yu, do you really understand my feelings?”

After leaving Long Wu’s place, Xiang Yu received a text message.

“Wang Yingying is gathering all the brothers; he will personally lead a team to deal with you, so be very careful.”

Seeing this text, Xiang Yu just smiled.

He had been waiting for this moment to draw Wang Yingying out personally, then take him down outside.

While Xiang Yu was strolling through the streets, admiring the beautiful women around him, his phone rang with a call from Tie Zhuzi.

“Bro Yu, Zhang Dongxu is here, he wants to see you,” Tie Zhuzi said.

The entire city was under their control by then, and the Sky Dragon Squad was stationed everywhere, closely monitoring the movements of newcomers.

Therefore, it was quite safe for Xiang Yu to wander around the city, and Tie Zhuzi and the others didn’t have to worry too much.

Hearing the name Zhang Dongxu, Xiang Yu quickly visualized his face.

Zhang Dongxu dealt in arms, and if he was coming over today, he probably wanted money.

Conveniently, Xiang Yu needed a batch of arms, so he said, “I’ll be right back.

Tell him to wait there for a bit.”

Xiang Yu hung up and took a taxi straight back to the hotel.

As soon as he walked into his office, he burst into laughter, then went up and shook hands with Zhang Dongxu, “Brother, it’s been a long time since you’ve come.”

Xiang Yu’s warmth made Zhang Dongxu a bit confused, like a Monk at a loss, wondering, “What’s this situation?

Are we that close?

We’ve only met once.”

Just as Zhang Dongxu was about to speak, Xiang Yu frowned across from him and said, “Brother Zhang, your timing is perfect.

I won’t lie to you; I’m a bit tight on funds right now, and I was just thinking of asking to borrow a few things from you.”

Seeing Xiang Yu’s attitude, Zhang Dongxu also smiled and said, “Brother Xiang, just say what you want.

If I can arrange it, everything is negotiable.”

“That’s the spirit.

I love people like Brother Zhang who are straightforward,” Xiang Yu laughed heartily for a while, then chatted nonsense with Zhang Dongxu.

Eventually, Xiang Yu sighed heavily as if troubled.

Seeing Xiang Yu sigh, Zhang Dongxu then said, “Brother Xiang, have you run into any difficulties lately?”

Xiang Yu quickly nodded, “Not to make you laugh, Brother Zhang, but I’m empty-handed, with only my brothers beside me, no money, and their spirits are fading.”

Just as Zhang Dongxu was about to speak, Xiang Yu hurriedly said, “You don’t need to comfort me.

I know what to do.”

Zhang Dongxu: “…”

Zhang Dongxu had wanted to tell Xiang Yu that they hadn’t paid back the last sum of money.

He had come today to ask Xiang Yu for money, but looking at Xiang Yu’s pained expression, it seemed like there wasn’t any money to be had.

“If my brothers had weapons, we could go abroad as mercenaries and make money easily, but alas…” Xiang Yu wore a face full of woe.

Tie Zhuzi and Xiao Xuan were sitting on the side, looking down as they watched Xiang Yu perform.

They weren’t upset; they were trying not to lift their heads and burst out laughing.

Tie Zhuzi was particularly impressed with Xiang Yu, inwardly admiring that his acting skills were indeed much stronger than his, especially that incredibly thick skin.

They hadn’t even paid back the last sum of money, and here he was, intending to ask for weapons again.

Although Xiang Yu’s present act was one of utter destitution, Tie Zhuzi and Xiao Xuan were very much aware that they were rolling in money, an amount that could truly be described as countless.

A few days earlier, they had extorted tens of millions from those bosses, which Xiang Yu had promptly divided up…