First impression

  After staying at home for a few days, Han Dong carried a backpack and boarded the train to Xichuan Province. After more than 20 hours of travel, Han Dong arrived in Shudu City, Xichuan Province on the second day at noon.

  Although located in the west, as a provincial capital city, Shu Du is still very prosperous, with high-rise buildings and six-lane highways crowded with cars. The streets are clean, lined with neatly planted hibiscus trees, which are now in full bloom, emitting a faint fragrance.

  Han Dong asked around and then took a taxi to the North Gate Bus Station, where he bought a ticket to Rongzhou. At this time, there was still about an hour before the bus departed, so Han Dong went outside to find a small restaurant for lunch, and afterwards headed towards the waiting room.

  Just as he was walking out the door, someone suddenly rushed out from inside, and if Han Dong hadn't dodged quickly, he would have been knocked into.

  Han Dong furrowed his brow, and then another fat man rushed out from inside, shouting loudly: "Halt!"

  Although the fat man was fat, his movements were agile. He stepped like flying, and with a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, he pressed the small guy who was escaping in front of him to the ground. The poor little guy was pressed down and wailed loudly, waving his arms wildly.

  The people around gathered to watch the excitement, this is a bad habit of the Chinese people, who never give up the opportunity to watch a good show at any time.

  The fat man knelt on the waist of the small man, stretched out his hand to turn over his two hands, snatched the wallet from his hand, stood up, and kicked him hard in the waist several times, cursing: "Dare to steal Lao Zi's wallet..."

  "Hit... hit..."

  The people nearby heard it was a thief and followed suit, with several people kicking the little guy.

  "What's going on... what's going on..."

  Several big men squeezed in from the crowd, with their sleeves rolled up and blue patterns tattooed on their arms, revealing a shiny dagger in their hands.

  The onlookers retreated one after another as soon as they saw him.

  The fatty also felt somewhat frightened and shouted: "What are you doing?"

  "Little kid, today the big guys are going to let you bleed." A burly man looked at the small figure lying on the ground and viciously raised his dagger to stab.

  The fat man quickly jumped away, at this time several other big men with daggers in their hands approached him, surrounding him. A look of panic appeared on the fat man's face.

  "Halt!" Han Dong shouted, taking a big step forward, stretching out his hand and inserting it under the elbow of the big man who was raising his dagger. With a flip of his palm, he slapped the man's elbow with a "slap". The man's elbow joint dislocated instantly, causing him to cry out in pain.

  Several big men were shocked, all waving their daggers and rushing towards Han Dong.

  Han Dong calmly and unhurriedly, still carrying a backpack on his back, used his hands and legs in unison, "slap slap slap", three to five moves, those big men were lying on the ground, their arms dangling, all dislocated.

  Han Dong had been practicing martial arts with the old man's bodyguard since he was a child, and had endured a lot of hardship, but had also honed his skills to the point where taking on a few thugs was no big deal.

  "Good......" The people standing far away cheered and gradually stood closer.

  "Thank you so much, big brother!" Fatso grasped Han Dong's hand and kept thanking him.

  The crowd surged again, and two policemen squeezed in. One of them glared at the fat man with an unfriendly expression, "What's going on? Did you beat these people up?"

  The fat man pulled out a certificate from his pocket and handed it over to him. "These are the thieves, they want to steal my wallet."

  The policeman took over the documents and looked at them carelessly, stunned for a moment, then returned the documents to him and said: "It turns out that we are colleagues, so there is no problem."

  Han Dong also let out a sigh of relief. Since the fatty had taken charge, he didn't want to bother with it anymore. He glanced at his watch and saw that there were only a few minutes left before departure. He turned around and headed towards the waiting room.

  The fatty shouted from behind: "Big brother..."

  Han Dong turned back and said: "I'm in a hurry, goodbye." He didn't expect the fat man to repay him either, helping him was just a matter of convenience.

  After buying a ticket, I found the bus to Rongzhou and the conductor stood at the door, muttering somewhat impatiently: "What's taking so long? There's still one more person."

  Han Dong was puzzled, "How did I know there's another person there? Isn't it not yet departure time?"

  He was dissatisfied with the attendant's attitude and didn't bother to answer him, walking straight into the car, putting down his bag, and sitting in a window seat.

  "What attitude?" The conductor glared and said.

  The driver who was getting impatient also started the car.

  "Wait a minute, wait a minute..."

  A man came running over, shouting as he ran. It was the fat guy from before. He ran up, tore his ticket, and got on the bus. As soon as he saw Han Dong, a big smile spread across his face, and his eyes narrowed into slits. He quickly walked over and sat down in the empty seat next to Han Dong, excitedly saying: "Big brother, I didn't know you were going to Rongzhou too..."

  Han Dong was also somewhat surprised, "Yes, I'm going to Rongzhou."

  Fatso sat down and said with a grateful face: "Brother, thank you so much just now, otherwise..."

  "It's nothing, just a small effort."

  Before that, Han Dong was the League Secretary of the Chinese Department of Yenching University. The people he worked with and came into contact with were all very simple and not good at dealing with others. Although in Han Dong's reborn memory, he had experienced a lot after leaving school, but at this moment, Han Dong still felt a bit unaccustomed to it. Towards the enthusiastic fat man, his attitude was still calm and composed.

  However, the fat man didn't mind and introduced himself in a very familiar way. He said his name was Zhou Zheng, from Rongzhou, and worked at the Fuyi County Police Station in Rongzhou City. He looked at Han Dong with boundless admiration for his previous display of martial arts skills and asked: "Big brother, what kind of kung fu did you practice? It's so powerful!"

  Han Dong smiled slightly and said: "I'm just practicing casually, nothing more."

  Zhou Zheng's eyes widened in surprise. "This is nothing." He paused for a moment, then asked: "From your accent, you're not from Rongzhou, are you?"

  Han Dong nodded and said: "Yes, I'm Han Dong. I've come to Rongzhou for work." It's also good that he can get to know more people from all walks of life while working in Rongzhou.

  Han Dong now, on the one hand, still has a kind of innocence like when he first came out of the ivory tower, but on the other hand, he also has many memories of rebirth. Two different experiences need to be integrated and adapted for some time.

  Of course, Han Dong also knew that since he had decided to take the path of politics, he could no longer be as carefree as when he was a student union secretary. In short, he needed to be more cunning and smooth.

  Han Dong understood that officialdom was a battlefield without gunpowder smoke, and if one wasn't careful, they could end up dead with no place to bury their body.

  The car was speeding along, from Shudu to Rongzhou it would take about four hours, all the way, Zhou Zheng was enthusiastically talking to Han Dong, one mouthful of "Dong Ge", called so intimately.

  Han Dong gradually got used to the young man's enthusiasm and chatted with him occasionally, also learning about some situations in Rongzhou.

  The car arrived at Rongzhou Bus Station, and Zhou Zheng warmly invited Han Dong to dinner. He said, "Brother Dong, you saved my life today, so I should treat you to a meal."

  Han Dong couldn't help but laugh. This kid really knew how to make excuses. "Forget it for today, I've already made an appointment to visit a senior, some other time."

  Before that, Han Dong had contacted Li Dayong, the commander of Rongzhou Military Sub-district, and promised to visit him this afternoon.

  Hearing him say this, Zhou Zheng also didn't force it, "If that's the case, then let's reschedule for another day."

  He pulled out a small notebook from his pocket, wrote down his pager number on one page, tore it off and handed it to Han Dong, saying: "Dong Ge, this is my pager number, you must remember to contact me."