Chapter 8 Nie San Ge

  Ye Shuyan's words, although very cold, did not seem to bother Nie Zhenbang at all. Originally thought to be a very honest husband, after more than a decade, suddenly had an extra son, and the key was that this son was not born by himself. Such things would be difficult for any woman to accept. In her previous life, Nie Zhenbang's room was arranged by Nie Guowei, not the bedroom next to the study, but in another wing of the house, where the two families' miscellaneous rooms were located. Now, being able to have a bedroom next to the study proved that Ye Shuyan had acknowledged his earlier behavior, although she still had opinions about him. However, with time, this situation would naturally change slowly.

  In a sense, Ye Shuxian is indeed worthy of her name. When it comes to her husband's career and private affairs, Ye Shuxian chose the former. She didn't make a big fuss about it. That's enough.

  Mei Mei slept soundly. The next morning, Nie Zhenbang got up early and found a set of clothes outside the door - a pair of fashionable jeans and a casual shirt, along with a pair of sports shoes.

  At this moment, Nie Zhenbang's mouth also revealed a faint smile. Indeed, just like in the previous life, Ye Shuyan had fulfilled her duty as a stepmother in these details, although she was not happy in her heart. After all, it was her husband's child. Moreover, the child had lost its mother, and Ye Shuyan had done well in every way. Unfortunately, in the previous life, Nie Zhenbang himself was disabled, and his self-abasement and resentment towards his father also extended to Ye Shuyan, making their relationship not good.

  Mali took a cool shower and changed into new clothes. Nie Zhenbang shouted towards the house: "Auntie, thank you. Jiamin is calling me out to play. I won't be back for lunch today."

  When Nie Zhenbang left, Ye Shuyan also walked out of the room, looking at Nie Zhenbang's back, with a very complicated expression. After sighing, she turned around and cleaned up the house.

  Yu Ying School, this is one of the places where the stubborn people in 49 City often gather. When Nie Zhenbang arrived here, it was not long after Yu Ying School started. From a distance, Nie Zhenbang saw Nie Jiamin standing there, beside him, several people gathered, all with a sloppy look, standing and sitting without any order, casting sideways glances at him.

  "Hey, isn't that the illegitimate child of your second uncle's family? He really looks quite dignified. His appearance is extraordinary. I've noticed today that all the illegitimate children seem to be better-looking than those born in wedlock. Could it be that the excitement of being outside the norm can actually improve one's genetic makeup?" A young man with glasses chimed in, jokingly.

  The man with glasses is about 1.73 meters tall, very thin in build, with extremely sharp eyes and a slightly sinister appearance.

  Nie Jiamin was very displeased upon hearing this and immediately said, "Liu Kun, what are you saying? Mentioning the illegitimate child again, be careful or I'll beat you up. Can't you speak properly? If not, then shut your mouth for me."

  Liu Kun, whose family's old man was a revolutionary martyr and whose father is currently the secretary of the Xicheng District Committee, can also be considered as someone from the inner circle. Seeing Nie Jianmin get angry, he paused for a moment and said: "Alright, alright. I think I understand now. People from the Military Commission compound are all like this. Ye Yuejun is like that, you're like that too, and Yang Anbang's character is also similar. This can only be discussed among yourselves, we can't talk about it. No choice. Our class backgrounds are different."

  Liu Kun's mouth is considered to be one of the poorer ones among the stubborn ones. The relationship between them is not bad, though. At this time, Nie Zhenbang also walked in front of Nie Jiamin.

  Looking at the people next to him, Liu Kun, the son of the West City District Party Secretary; next to Li Hua, the young master of Beijing Military Region's Chief of Staff Li. Can be considered as having grown up with Nie Jianmin in the same pants. The sturdy little boy next to him is called Lei Wen'ge, from the old Lei family. In the political circle, he can also be considered a local lord. From the impression of the previous life, those who had a good relationship with Nie Jianmin all came.

  "Hey, what's going on? Looking at the situation, it seems like you're up to no good. Speak up, what's your business? I'll take care of it." Nie Zhenbang said with a somewhat playful and irreverent tone. Calculating from his past life, Nie Zhenbang was already in his forties. Originally, he didn't have the mood to mingle with these young whippersnappers, but this lifetime, if Nie Zhenbang wanted to make a name for himself, he had to establish his reputation in this circle. That's just reality.

  Nie Zhenbang wanted to do other things, but there was no way and no connections, relying solely on himself, this illegitimate child who was not loved by his grandparents, could not accomplish anything. Only after reclaiming these people can we proceed with the next step of action.

  As soon as he opened his mouth, it was a pure and authentic Beijing accent. He was also very familiar with the words in the circle, and his demeanor and temperament were like those of someone who had been mixing in the circle for many years. This move shocked everyone.

  Nie Jiamin was also somewhat surprised, looking at Nie Zhenbang and saying: "Alright, Nie Zhenbang, your Beijing accent is quite smooth. Your mother must have taught you well. It seems like this was premeditated, I'm afraid that even if there wasn't this matter, you would still find a way to come knocking on my door. Well, after all, we are considered relatives. You're also considered a man of honor, don't blame your brother for not giving you an opportunity. Today, if you win, then you can officially join the circle. How about it?"

  Nie Zhenbang just wanted this sentence, these young masters, although not very good, but when doing things, they are very particular. Not relying on family relationships, not bullying people with power. This is the principle of the circle, who set it is unclear, maybe it's the old three classes, or maybe earlier. But no one has ever violated it, if you violate it, it means you don't want to mix in the circle anymore, after that, you will become an object that everyone shouts and scolds, no one will look up to you. In his previous life, he himself was a recluse who rarely went out, with all his heart devoted to reading books, and not familiar with people in this circle, which also made him lack sufficient connections. Finally, he ended up with a tragic outcome, but in this life, Nie Zhenbang wanted to completely change this situation.

  "Haha, just you guys, come on up." Nie Zhenbang deliberately showed disdain. Only in this way can these people be thoroughly shocked.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, upon hearing this, several people beside him couldn't sit still either, and they all stood up straight and walked over.

  "Come on, son! Stop bragging!"

  "You little brat, today Brother Kun is going to teach you a lesson, you don't know why the flowers are so red."

  "Kid, think it over carefully. Don't say I didn't warn you, later on your brothers and I will gang up on you."

  Nie Zhenbang immediately made the starting move of Xingyiquan. He sneered, "Hmph, just with you few, come on together. If I lose, it's considered that my skills are not refined."

  Beside him, Li Wenliu also smiled and said: "Brother, you have guts, regardless of win or lose, I, Li Wenliu, acknowledge you as a brother."

  Just as they were about to start fighting, there were two groups of people watching from the side. On the fifth floor of the teaching building, a group of over ten people gathered in the corridor, one of them holding a military binoculars looking at this side. After a while, he put down the binoculars and said: "Well, Nie Jiamin is not doing a good job. Bullying the minority. Tsk, tsk, Nie Zhenbang, Nie's third brother, is quite interesting."

  On the other side, in a pavilion less than two hundred meters away from Nie Jiamin and others, there were also more than a dozen people gathered. Looking at this scene, they sneered: "Nie Jiamin is too nagging. It's just a private son, what can be done by beating him? Maybe his aunt will even thank him."

  Seeing Nie Zhenbang's stance, Nie Jiamin's expression also became serious. This is a practitioner's son after all. Immediately, Nie Jiamin stopped nagging and shouted: "Brothers, let's go up together."

  Several people beside him immediately shouted and rushed over, Liu Kun this kid, casually pulled out a brick from the flower pot beside him, and hurled it at Nie Zhenbang who was running towards him.

  Speaking of fighting, the masters of 49 City have never been idle. Nie Jian and Li Te's people during that special period are considered to be one of the toughest in the circle. Even Yang Anbang and Zhou Chen had to give them some face. But Nie Jian and his men flew out one after another.

  Nie Zhenbang's Xingyiquan was straightforward and direct, with no room for error. Facing this group of people without any martial arts foundation, Nie Zhenbang didn't give them a chance, almost taking down one person per move. In just two minutes, Nie Zhenbang had solved the problem. Looking at Liu Kun and others wailing on the ground, Nie Zhenbang squatted in front of Nie Jiamin, smiling and extending his hand: "Jiamin, how was it? My skills are still passable, right?"