Chapter Nine: The Righteous and Noble Fat Man

“Ha ha, it’s really you, kid. Haven’t seen you in years—you’ve grown tall and handsome.”

The man was about 1.6 meters tall but weighed over 180 kilograms, making him look like a round, rolling meatball from a distance.

He ran while shouting and nearly tripped.

The receptionist had never seen her boss like this before; she couldn’t help but smile, though she dared not laugh out loud for fear of losing her job.

Nie Yunyang watched the stout man approach with a smiling gaze. As the man got close and prepared to give him a big bear hug, Nie Yunyang quickly stepped back, waving his hands. “Hold on! With my small frame, I can’t handle you. If you rush at me, you’ll crush me flat!”

“Ha ha, I thought you were going to spend your life at Longhu Mountain. How do you have time to come to Chongqing?” the stout man asked.

Nie Yunyang thought for a moment. “That’s a long story. But it seems you’re living quite comfortably nowadays.”

“Come on, let’s go to my office and have a proper chat.”

The stout man enthusiastically invited him, pulling Nie Yunyang toward the elevator.

Nie Yunyang played along, smiling. “Your company’s receptionist isn’t bad—who could resist a beauty like that?”

“If you like, I’ll have her accompany you to a movie,” the stout man said.

Nie Yunyang shook his head. “A gentleman doesn’t take what others enjoy. Better not.”

“You, stop pretending to be noble in front of me. Everyone knows you like peeping at widows when they bathe,” the stout man teased.

Nie Yunyang vehemently denied it. “Nonsense! Am I the kind of man without taste?”

“Looks like it,” the stout man joked.

His name was Cao Weihua. He mainly dealt in domestic and international trade but was also a man who mingled in both the underworld and the legitimate world. In earlier years, he was involved in various shady dealings.

Back when he ran with the wrong crowd, he either collected protection money, making enemies of many neighbors, or smuggled luxury goods, narrowly escaping pirates.

Years ago, Cao Weihua borrowed high-interest loans to do business but chose the wrong path and lost everything down to his last pair of underwear. With nowhere else to turn, he sought help from a master at Longhu Mountain.

By chance, he met Nie Yunyang’s mentor. After some guidance from the elder, he decided to turn over a new leaf and smoothly opened a trade company.

Cao Weihua’s office was luxuriously decorated. Huge floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the entire street, with rosewood tables and chairs everywhere. On the walls hung a painting of galloping horses, symbolizing “swift success.”

“Xiao Jiang, bring out my special Dragon Well tea to entertain our distinguished guest,” Cao Weihua instructed.

A female secretary approached with the tea canister, her figure curvy, swaying as she walked, her posterior almost defying gravity.

Cao Weihua, not bothered by Nie Yunyang’s presence, took the tea canister and gave the secretary a playful slap on her rounded hip, causing her to pout coquettishly.

Nie Yunyang knew this guy was as lustful as ever and decisively pretended not to see it. Cao Weihua often said he had committed too many sins and didn’t want the consequences to fall upon his wife and children, so he remained unmarried.

“Nie Shao, you sneaked back to Chongqing without giving me a heads-up. Are you looking down on your old pal?” Cao Weihua asked.

Nie Yunyang shook his head slightly. “I just got back and finished some errands. Now that I have time, I thought I’d come here to freeload.”

“Welcome, welcome, a warm welcome! I’ll take you to hotpot later, and then to the Peach Blossom Haven club for some fun tonight.”

Cao Weihua lit a Cuban cigar and took a deep drag.

His life motto was to enjoy the moment so that when old age came, he wouldn’t have to take his money to the grave.

Nie Yunyang sat down, smiling. “Everyone knows you’ve made it big, but I didn’t expect you to be so generous.”

“How about this—you become my godson, and a hundred years from now, you inherit this company,” Cao Weihua joked.

Nie Yunyang was momentarily stunned but refused. “In your dreams. You’re still far from taking advantage of me.”

Hearing this, Cao Weihua wasn’t surprised; he knew Nie Yunyang cherished freedom and had grown up unrestrained.

“By the way, how is your master? The old man with the ethereal aura must be doing well, right?” Cao Weihua asked.

Nie Yunyang’s expression darkened. “The master has passed on to immortality.”

“The old man really died?”

Cao Weihua was shocked, nearly dropping his cigar.

Nie Yunyang took a sip of tea. “Do you think I’d joke about such a thing? Before he died, the master told me to come back to Chongqing and develop myself.”

“So what are your plans now?” Cao Weihua asked.

Nie Yunyang raised an eyebrow. “Simple—I’m going to settle down here in Chongqing. If I get into trouble, I’ll expect you to help me clean up the mess.”

“Don’t worry. With the bond we share, I’d go through fire and water for you without hesitation,” Cao Weihua declared nobly. Then he changed tone, “Or you could join my company as general manager. We could sip tea and chase women together—what a wonderful life!”

Nie Yunyang looked at the tea leaves on the table. “This stuff tastes quite good. You really know how to enjoy life.”

“Nie Shao, stop teasing me. Brother’s short on hands—come work with me,” Cao Weihua said, his face full of expectation.

Nie Yunyang waved his hand. “No thanks. If I steal all your company’s girls, you’ll probably chop me up. Besides, I already have a job. It’s much better than running a ship.”

“What job?”

“Protecting a big shot’s daughter—and she’s a beauty.”

“Which big shot? If you really like that girl, then find a way to win her over.”

“Mu Bolin.”

After saying this, Nie Yunyang stared intently into Cao Weihua’s eyes.

Sure enough, upon hearing the name, Cao Weihua’s expression changed drastically, and the corner of his eye twitched.

He masked his smile and asked, “Nie Shao, you’ve been beating around the bush—are you setting a trap for me?”

“Ha ha, Old Cao, I knew your sharp eyes wouldn’t miss a thing.”

Since he was found out, Nie Yunyang simply disclosed his purpose. “I have a good relationship with Uncle Mu and promised to protect his daughter.”

“Nie Shao, brother advises you to keep your distance from the Mu family, especially Mu Bolin. Anyone who messes with him meets a deadly fate. This big shot is determined to destroy him. Don’t be foolish and get caught up in it,” Cao Weihua warned.

Nie Yunyang shrugged. “It’s already happened; I can’t avoid it. Who is it that makes you so afraid?”

“A big player who’s ruled the Southwest for years. He’s as cunning as a fox and as fierce as a wolf. Mu Bolin being targeted by him means certain death. You’d better stay out of it and not fight a losing battle,” Cao Weihua said.

Nie Yunyang smiled faintly. “I’m just doing what I’m asked—loyal to my duty. Whoever tries to move against the Mu family, I’m ready to face them.”

“Brother, I’m afraid you’ll shatter like glass if you clash with him. Remember, if you hit rock bottom, come to me—I’ll save your life,” Cao Weihua said.

Nie Yunyang pondered for a moment. “Is there really no chance for Mu Bolin?”

“That guy’s like a living dead man. Anyone who crosses him dies without exception,” Cao Weihua said.

Nie Yunyang sighed. “Alright, I understand.”

After a seafood feast with Cao Weihua at noon, Nie Yunyang drove off in his Audi A6, leaving with a flourish.

“Brother Qin, when you have time, help me arrange a meeting with Master Xue. I have an antique he’ll surely be interested in. Thanks, I’ll treat you to a massage sometime,” Cao Weihua said before hanging up, his expression flickering uneasily.

Although he couldn’t help the Mu family, he didn’t want to watch his brother be crushed by that big shot.

By the time Nie Yunyang returned to Shengshi Company, it was already 5:30 p.m. Since Nie Yunyang had been honorably injured the night before, Mu Qingyao had not troubled him today.

Mu Qingyao was in a meeting, so Nie Yunyang waited in her office. Since he couldn’t help Mu Bolin, he would at least protect Mu Qingyao well.

“What are you thinking about?”

Mu Qingyao returned from the meeting and saw Nie Yunyang staring out the window, lost in thought.

Nie Yunyang turned and smiled. “Just thinking about how the young lady will reward me tonight.”

“Whatever you want to eat, just order it. I’ll pay. Also, I bought some anti-inflammatory painkillers—they’re in the drawer. Help yourself,” Mu Qingyao said cheerfully.

Nie Yunyang was stunned, then laughed. “Young lady, why are you so gentle today? Have I moved you to pledge your heart to me?”

“When the sun rises in the west, I’ll consider marrying you. Until then, if you have any improper thoughts, I’ll castrate you,” Mu Qingyao said.

Nie Yunyang spread his hands. “I knew your gentleness was just an act.”

“Are you eating dinner or not?”

Mu Qingyao’s face darkened as she asked loudly.

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