Rebirth of the Godly Prodigal

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The truth was that what Tang Muxin said was not just unfounded fears.

Although Hong Dali was publicly known as a prodigal son, he had impossibly good luck. Anyone with sense could feel the pressure. Just take for example his foray into the movie and entertainment industry. The other companies were already crying foul.

Hong Dali dejectedly said, “What should I do, then? I can’t possibly spend all my time at home eating and sleeping?! That’s the life of a pig, not mine.”

“Not necessarily.” Tang Muxin said, fully in her role as the inept advisor. “For this matter, I think you should make it obvious, as obvious as you can! Isn’t that person targeting Sister Xiaoyi? Be ruthless! Do whatever you feel like doing. Make them understand!”

Hong Dali laughed out loud. “Understood! Are they treating the tiger as Hello Kitty because it didn’t show its might? How can one be a superprodigal son if you don’t know how to be a pretentious prick and put others down? Well, let’s be ruthless this time! Let them know, whoever dares to go against me will have me to contend with.”

Tang Muxin smilingly said, “Your morale seems quite high. We’ll try to find the mastermind behind it. Even if we can’t find out who it is, we can get rid of the nest of lackeys in one sweep. This way, next time, if anyone dares to target you, they will have to consider if anyone would be willing to take on the job.”

Hong Dali sniffled. “Let’s just do that! Come on, let’s fight to our heart’s content today!”

…

Tianjing City West Prison.

Three days had passed since Ling Mufeng arrived.

He remembered having dinner with his new friends, followed by karaoke at Tiancheng Music Lounge. He could still recall that when the policemen from the anti-narcotics squad rushed in, his two new friends happened to have gone to the washroom. He, in a drug-induced stupor from eating the little pill called “Blue Fantasy,” was brought to the Drug Rehabilitation Center and then to prison.

It was a coincidence, or was it?

He was an excellent student. He had gotten third place in his year during that particular exam and was in a good mood. It happened to be a weekend, and he had gone to an internet cafe. There, he started chatting with two men who were playing the same game as him. After a while, they became friends.

After that, they had asked him out for lunch and even said they would recommend a girlfriend to him. Although he didn’t accept the invitation, they got along pretty well. It happened that he got off school early that day, so they went to the bar together. They had some drinks and sang. Then, he started feeling odd. He was extremely excited. He later found out that they had secretly given him that thing called “Blue Fantasy.”

He had no idea how much one of those costs.

He had thought it was something like Ecstasy and would not have any lasting effect. Who knew he would get addicted after just one pill and needed more pills every day after that. The weird thing was, they gave him the pills without charging him anything!

It was only after he got rid of his addiction that he realized that one pill, just the cost of one Blue Fantasy was enough to render one speechless.

Five hundred! Five hundred yuan was how much one little Blue Fantasy pill costs! The price was astronomical!

No matter how he looked at it, the “brothers” that he befriended didn’t look rich. What made them give him such an expensive thing? They just liked the way he looked? No one would believe that. He had no money, no power, and was just a poor student. The only thing he was proud of was his sister. He heard that his sister was working under Young Master Hong Dali. She seemed to be doing well and would send money home regularly.

Could it be their target was actually his sister? No, that was impossible. If their target were his sister, they would not have put in so much effort. Could their target be… Young Master Hong Dali from the Hong Family?

It was just a fleeting thought, but it was enough to make Ling Mufeng break out in cold sweat.

That must be it. It must be so!

These people had gone through a lot of trouble to entrap him.

Ling Mufeng didn’t dare to call anyone. If his sister had found out about this matter, the outcome would be… Moreover, if it affected Young Master Hong Dali…

A cold voice from the cell interrupted his thoughts. “Hey you, the new kid, go get some water for me to wash my feed. Go quickly, don’t irk me, or I will peel your skin!”

As Ling Mufeng heard the voice, he sighed and stood up slowly.

Before he could react, he felt a strong, forceful kick on his back. Ling Mufeng fell to the ground as a bearded prisoner growled. “Brat, quit dilly-dallying. Brother Ying instructed you to fetch water to wash his feet. Do you want to die? Go quickly!”

Ling Mufeng gritted his teeth and picked himself off the ground. He bore the pain on his back and picked up the container to go fetch water.

He got the water and was ready to sneak a rest when the prison guard called out, “Who is Ling Mufeng? Come quickly, you have a visitor.”

Ling Mufeng’s hand trembled. “I have a visitor? Could it be…”

…

“Young Master Dali, we are here. Please alight.” Driver Wang Mingyu parked the car, and Hong Dali alighted the car with Tang Muxin. Hong Dali looked at the exterior walls of the prison. It was almost four meters high topped with barbed wire. He sniffed and said, “Tianjing West City Prison. These people have some guts to imprison my man here. They are digging their own graves. Furthermore, Xiaoyi has been a fantastic butler.”

Tang Muxin huffed. “That’s right. Dali, I fully support you this time. Show them what you’re capable of! We are not afraid to make this into a big matter!”

“That goes without saying, let’s go!” Hong Dali snapped his fingers, and Tang Muxin followed him along with the eight lackeys.

The way in was clear without any obstructions.

Tang Muxin came from quite an influential family herself, and Hong Dali’s background was even more impressive. Although they were both young, they had quite a bit of clout.

The prison police were all quick-witted. Although they didn’t know Hong Dali and Tang Muxin, they could tell from their fancy car that they couldn’t afford to offend them. From the moment they alighted the car, one of the guards had already called out, “Are you here to visit someone… Or should I give the Prison Warden a call?”

“We’ll make our way in ourselves. Tip them!” Hong Dali waved them away. “Two thousand each.”

The lackey standing behind Hong Dali took out a stack of cash, and a female lackey took out the cash counting machine. Swish swish swish and everyone soon got their two thousand yuan…

There was disbelief on the faces of most of the prison guards. “Quick, hit me. I need to know if I’m dreaming. Two thousand yuan! That’s almost two month’s worth of salary!” “Yes, yes. That must be the God of Fortune!” “Quickly, serve them well!”

It was a fact that money made the world go around. Tipping anyone they met, regardless of who they were, cleared the path for all future dealings. The group of prison guards was servile and respectful, as though they were meeting the head of the country. “Aiyo, this Young Master is so generous. Are you looking for our Prison Warden? Let me bring you to him. This way please, this way!”

With a whole group of prison guards leading the way, Hong Dali and his entourage arrived at the foot of the building where the Prison Warden was. On their way there, anyone who had worked there for more than a while would greet the group from afar. Hong Dali said the same thing whenever they met anyone. “Tip them, two thousand!” The male lackeys would then approach them with the money.

Just like that, by rewarding everyone along the way, Hong Dali had gained a group of loyal fans. There were even a few that shouted: “Chuichui, I love you.” It was obvious they were fans of Unexpectedly! .

Tang Muxin chuckled. “You’re like the child spreading the wealth. You seem popular no matter where you go.” The little lass’ vanity was fully contented. The way she looked at Hong Dali was much friendlier.

Hong Dali was obviously in a good mood. Laughing, he said, “Of course. I’m the super prodigal son. We must look good no matter where we go!”

They soon arrived at the Prison Warden’s office. They had agreed that he would act like a pretentious snob. In order to play the part well, Hong Dali didn’t even bother knocking on the door. He kicked the door opened, smiling as he walked in.

It was almost noon, and the Prison Warden was ready to take a nap. “Which brat doesn’t know how to knock…” He was shocked by the commotion and accidentally blurted out “brat.” When he came to his senses, he had cold sweat on his head and face. He quickly jumped up from the sofa and smiled as he moved forward. “It’s Young Master Dali and Miss Tang Muxin. Aiya, why didn’t you call in advance so I could welcome you personally.” The warden’s words made Hong Dali sure that the warden was aware of something. He just didn’t expect Hong Dali to be here so soon.

If someone who knew the Prison Warden personally was present, they would be so shocked their jaw would drop.

The West City Prison Prison Warden was an influential man. He might not be a section chief or anything, but he was known to be a tough man to handle. Any prisoner that was sent to this prison would be completely oppressed by him. From simple hooligans to powerful mafia bosses, they all had to obey him.

However. at this moment, Prison Warden Cao Jianrong, whom everyone viewed as an impassable man, was acting completely submissive in front of Hong Dali, speaking extremely carefully. No one would believe if the news got out.

It was understandable, though. As descendants of a founding father of the country, the Hong Family had the power to command the wind and the rain in Tianjing City. The fact that Hong Weiguo doted on his son, Hong Dali, was known to everyone in Tianjing City. Hong Weiguo even spent a huge sum of money to transport a cruise ship to a mountain. No matter how much influence Cao Jianrong had, it was limited to the prison and couldn’t be compared to Hong Dali.

They were giving their all today, so Hong Dali didn’t hold back either. He sat on Prison Warden Cao Jianrong’s leather chair, made a few turns, and laughed as he said, “This is quite comfortable. I say, Prison Warden Cao, there is someone whom I wonder if he’s here?”