Zhu Da declared proudly, "I am the all-powerful Superman; there's nothing Fatty Zhu here can't accomplish in this world." Bai Jie rolled her eyes at Zhu Da. "You're great in every way, except you just love to brag." Zhu Da said, "Don't you disbelieve me.

You can name something for me to do.

Oh, I know about your job situation; I'll go see my girl tomorrow.

I don't believe she won't handle her sister-in-law's issue?" "Just keep boasting.

Sooner or later, you’ll talk away every bit of good impression I have of you." Zhu Da struck a pose like a sprinter in a hundred-meter dash. "Come on, try me if you don't believe it.

I can even make a video call to the Federal Chairman right now." Bai Jie laughed, "I wouldn't dare.

What if you get arrested for harassment, and I lose my free labor source? Just manage to bring a few more customers tonight, that’s all I ask." After that sudden rush, the stall had no customers.

Thinking of her father working hard to earn money, Bai Jie couldn't help but voice this wish.

Zhu Da scoffed, "Small stuff.

Hurry up and tell your dad to come back to string skewers and prepare flatbread.

Also, prepare a few more stools, and call the traffic police to maintain order at the street corner in a bit." Bai Jie chuckled, and just then, someone came to pay.

She ignored Zhu Da.

Zhu Da slipped away and called one of his subordinates. "Hello? Who is this? It’s your boss! Gather everyone we have in the capital immediately and come eat at the stall on $\times$ Street $\times$.

Remember, no one’s treating—bring your own money! Quickly, now! Don't say you know me; I’ll hold whoever leaks this secret accountable!" The Brotherhood’s efficiency was remarkable.

By the time Bai Jie finished the previous group’s bill, people were starting to show up at the street corner in twos and threes.

With a squeak, a large commercial van skidded to a halt in front of the stall.

The door was thrown open, and a dozen men in black burst out, one of them shouting, "It’s here, this is the only stall on this street, no mistake.

Isn't that Old..." Zhu Da glared at the speaker, who immediately shut up.

He turned to Bai Jie and said, "Boss, whatever is good to eat or drink, make it now.

Make as much as you can; we’ll cover the cost if we can’t finish." Bai Jie was intimidated by the group’s presence and stepped back three paces.

Zhu Da steadied her, taking the opportunity to brush against her.

Bai Jie said hesitantly, "I'm sorry, we only have spicy skewers and spicy hot soup; you should go to a restaurant." The leader of the men in black said, "Are you worried we won't pay? We’re just here for the spicy skewers today.

Here, take a thousand yuan.

We’ll give you more if it's not enough." Only then did Bai Jie believe they were genuinely there to eat, but their appearance, like a gang of gangsters, scared everyone.

She straightened up and glared at Zhu Da. "Aren't you going to help serve the guests? I need to start frying." Zhu Da drawled lazily to the group, "Come in and sit wherever you like.

Eat quickly and leave; don't delay others." These underlings weren't core members, only on the periphery, but they were the closest, so they arrived first.

Normally, they wouldn't even get to see their direct superior, let alone be personally attended to by the renowned Boss Zhu.

Each was scared stiff with delight, bowing and scraping. "Happy New Year, Boss! May the Boss prosper! May the Boss stay healthy! May all the Boss’s wishes come true..." One entered, bowed, and recited a line.

Zhu Da laughed, "Damn it, I don't have any red packets for you guys! Sit down quietly and eat." Bai Jie shouted, "Fatty, come help! More customers!" Sure enough, several high-end Flying Dragon vehicles—a model manufactured by the Federation that could fly anywhere, though restricted from aerial travel to maintain public order—arrived.

The group that disembarked was extraordinary.

Judging by their demeanor and attire, they weren't gangsters but successful business elites; some even wore gold-rimmed glasses.

These were members of the Twelve Halls of the Brotherhood, a tier far above the earlier group of lackeys.

In less than half an hour, the stall was packed.

The initial group of lackeys had been standing, afraid to sit while their Boss was standing.

But soon, they watched as the Hall Masters and influential figures from various Halls, whom they rarely got to see, arrived and eagerly made room for them.

The sky hadn't darkened yet, but snowflakes began to fall.

Yet, these small fries were happily munching on spicy skewers, squatting on the street. "My God!" Bai Jie's father returned carrying a gas cylinder and was clearly stunned speechless by the bustling scene before him.

Bai Jie was frantically busy. "Dad, why are you only back now? I’m nearly worked to death." "Traffic jam outside," said Father Bai. "Ah," Bai Jie finally looked up toward the street corner.

Indeed, it was a sight to behold: cars and people everywhere.

But everyone’s goal was the same—they were queuing neatly and orderly outside the stall, waiting for service.

Some wore black suits, others brightly colored trench coats; some had the bearing of managers or bosses, while others looked like petty thugs. "What is going on?" Bai Jie asked Zhu Da beside her.

Zhu Da shrugged. "See? Your first wish came true.

Those traffic police are so unprofessional; they haven't even arrived to manage the order yet.

I think I should offer some suggestions to the Chairman of the Great Dragon Nation." Bai Jie asked doubtfully, "Are they really here because you called them to eat?" Zhu Da said, "Do I have that much influence? This is my determination to pursue you moving God, so He granted your first wish." Bai Jie chided playfully, "Stop kidding me.

Maybe my family’s stall inadvertently got some advertisement.

Look, there are even some people who look like high-level managers." Father Bai was moved by the sea of people.

This was all money! He immediately pulled out his phone and called Second Daughter. "You’re not home from work, mixing with that damned fatty again? Hurry home and help; our business tonight is going to be incredible." Not long after Father Bai hung up, the sound of motorcycles was heard from the street corner.

Cai Bao'er turned the corner on a rickety two-wheeled motorcycle.

When he saw the crowd of people and cars, he froze on the spot—what play was his mother putting on? "Hey, hey, watch out, watch out..." Cai Bao'er was distracted, and his motorcycle nearly rammed into a Mercedes-Benz.

Luckily, he had long ago modified his physique; he turned, caught Bai Bing, and landed lightly on the solid ground.

Bai Bing was also stunned, not just because they hit a car without injury, but because the fiery dining scene before her brought tears to her eyes.

This was a once-in-a-millennium event! Her father wouldn't know how happy he would be tonight.

He might even agree to let him take three days off.

However, Bai Bing quickly realized that her Fatty Brother had just hit a Mercedes; the unemployed man was probably in for trouble. "Cai Fatty, you hit a Mercedes.

We're done for this time," Bai Bing said worriedly as a group of people gathered around.

Cai Bao'er recognized them as members of the Brotherhood right away, but with his current appearance and riding a beaten-up two-wheeler, no one recognized him initially.

Some even shouted from a distance, "Hey, kid, you hit our car; how do you plan to settle this...

hehe, hehe, so it’s..." Cai Bao’er knew the other party was about to reveal everything, so he immediately said, "Hey, I don't know you guys.

Whatever you want, just name it, and I'll take it." The other party wasn't stupid.

Recalling what Boss Zhu had said earlier, they instantly realized this master was also playing poor to woo a girl.

One quick-witted person immediately changed tack: "Ah, I’ve wanted to hit this beat-up Mercedes for a long time but never had the chance.

Thank you! I’ll go exchange it for a Flying Dragon vehicle later.

Brother, you’ve worked hard.

How about a cigarette? And your girlfriend, tsk-tsk, she’s really beautiful." Bai Bing was dazed. "Are they...

are they okay in the head?" Cai Bao’er said, "Who knows? Let’s get going before your dad gets angry again." With nearly a thousand people crowding to dine, the small amount of supplies the family had prepared was nowhere near enough.

But Father Bai had plenty of tricks up his sleeve.

Since the customers didn't ask for anything specific, as long as there was food, they paid.

He brought out all the cabbage, glutinous rice balls, and potatoes saved for the festival, deep-fried them, and presented them as dishes.

Cai Bao’er pulled Zhu Da into a corner. "Hey, Big Potato, you broke the agreement.

What’s up? Are you really planning to let me slap you a couple of times?" Zhu Da retorted, "You broke it first.

The only reason I haven't slapped you twice is because of our many years as brothers." Cai Bao’er argued back, "How did I break the agreement? Look at the scene you created.

Anyone, even a blind person, can tell these people are gangsters.

If you plan to use their blind admiration to seduce a respectable girl, I’ll report you to Commander Zhao." Zhu Da insisted, "You still won’t admit it? Who found Bai Bing that job? You can’t even pretend properly.

Can you stop arranging for her to go to Hualong? Doesn't the whole world know Hualong belongs to your Cai family?" Cai Bao’er shot back, "Bai Bing getting into Hualong was through a formal examination.

I didn't help at all.

Are you going to deny you called these people?" Zhu Da decided to stand firm. "No, I absolutely did not tell them to come.

They saw me cooking here and spontaneously came to try the Boss’s cooking skills." Cai Bao’er fiercely said, "Fine, you win.

Hey, Big Potato, any progress on your end? If Bai Bing’s dad hadn't called her back to help just now, I would have kissed her." Zhu Da said blissfully, "I proposed." Cai Bao’er was shocked. "What? You’re moving too fast, aren't you? Did she accept?" Zhu Da replied, "She didn't refuse, but she didn't explicitly agree either.

In short, my hopes are sky-high." Cai Bao’er said, "Don’t worry, we'll definitely get married before you.

My skill at picking up girls is top-notch.

By the way, did you ask Bai Jie about polygamy?" Zhu Da groaned painfully, "I did.

She said if her husband dared to do that, she’d stab him in his sleep.

Now I’m extremely pained and conflicted.

I don't know if I should give up a whole forest for one tree." Cai Bao’er said, "Bai Bing feels the same way, but I’ve decided.

Having a tree to hug is better than constantly looking at a forest.

With our capability, no one would dare leak anything if we kept mistresses outside.

As the saying goes: the red flag at home doesn't fall, while the colorful flags flutter outside." Zhu Da gave Cai Bao’er a weary look, then gazed affectionately at Bai Jie busy at the stall. "Just a second ago, I decided I’d be content with just her.

I’m tired of wandering; I just want to find a place to hold her and live a comfortable life." ...

Seeing Bai Jie and Zhu Da getting along well, I took Linglong and Ma Xiaorui and left.

It seemed the love affairs of those three brothers had reached a conclusion, and I wouldn't have to worry about them anymore.

Yes, after so many years, they deserved to settle down.

They were not just any men; moreover, with me as a benchmark, even if they couldn't have a woman in each arm, having a stable home base would relieve a burden from my mind.

As for the true identities of Zhu Da, Cai Bao’er, and Xia Huren, I believe they will explain them to the three girls at an appropriate time.

As long as there is a genuine emotional foundation between these three couples, I think the girls will forgive their choices.