Three days passed in the blink of an eye. With community workers carrying rice, flour, cooking oil, and other essentials from door to door to offer their condolences, the turmoil on Old Factory Street finally subsided.
The biggest changes in Dangyang Eastern Suburbs were probably the successive closures of Midnight Palace and several establishments belonging to Qin Lihao, along with the repeated reshuffling of North Pass Street.
Wary of the Inspection Department's warning, the gang members hadn't gone too far. Most divided up the spoils in teahouses, and when they couldn't reach an agreement, they resorted to the old way of settling things: fighting it out in the ring.
That brought fighters back into favor with the bosses. Many thugs who'd lost their leader and scattered in all directions flocked to sign up, and training classes were booming, handing out flyers and recruiting students all day long.
But none of that had anything to do with Qin Shi.
He waited calmly for the approaching first day of school.
"Brother Cheng, Brother Yuan, time for your fitness meals!"
Qin Shi came out of the shack carrying four portions of enormous chicken breasts and boiled broccoli that even dogs wouldn't touch.
As for why there were four portions, of course one was for his close friend Zhou Ning, and one was for himself.
Silver Horse Gym's Boss Cao had apparently been taken in for questioning by the Inspection Department because of Qin Lihao's sudden death and the collapse of Yuhai Construction. He would probably have a hard time clearing his name and extricating himself.
There goes another source of income.
Qin Shi was in high spirits. Every night before bed, he calculated how much he could collect in bonuses and sponsorship money, then drifted off to sleep with a sense of security