A'cheng, Who Could Never Get Anything Done, and Uncle Da, the Master Broker

In Wang Dafa's little courtyard, he quietly fed the fish while listening to his subordinates' report.

"Buying houses and cars, throwing money around like dirt?" A faint smile touched Wang Dafa's lips when he heard this.

Yes, that was more like it. That was how a normal person should be.

When young people got money, was it normal for them not to buy luxury homes and luxury cars? Maybe that would be fine back home, but here, in a jianghu gang, there was no room for subordinates who remained strictly self-disciplined even after making it big.

People like that were too terrifying.

As for Shi Tiexin buying a bulletproof car, Wang Dafa found that perfectly normal. Anyone who had taken part in a gunfight like that and then enjoyed wealth and glory would consider safety. Even his own seemingly ordinary Rolls-Royce had already been thoroughly modified.

"Brother Fa, Brother Fa!" Someone came rushing over from afar, yelling at the top of his lungs. It was A'cheng. "Brother Fa, I definitely brought glory to Daxing today. Those curry-eaters went too far. When we couldn't reach an agreement, they actually wanted to fight. I wiped out every last one of them. I turned the leader into a sieve on the spot. Hahaha, that was satisfying!"

At the sight of A'cheng, Wang Dafa's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Compared with Shi Tiexin, this A'cheng was far too easy to see through. His thoughts were practically written all over his face, and he only had a few tricks up his sleeve. One glance was enough to see the whole picture. He posed no threat to Wang Dafa.

But by the same token, he lacked ability as well.

Wang Dafa had been puzzled by this. When Shi Tiexin was sent to move goods, everything went smoothly.