Chapter 67: In my eyes, he is nothing

  Boom!

  One foot.

  Zhang Shidong's one kick made the crowd of thugs with a strong team and impact look like a freeze frame, watching the fastest Zhang Lao Da's golden fist man flying in mid-air, moving horizontally to more than 20 meters behind his charging straight line on the opposite side of the road, hitting the trash can on the opposite side of the road, rolling several times, and crashing into the glass door of a restaurant across the street, spouting thick and dense fresh blood, and the person directly fainted.

  Guan Guan and Lu Feng stood behind Zhang Shidong, surrounded by a group of men in black clothes. A group of professional fighters, far more skilled than the thugs, pulled out their batons and quickly knocked down the crowd at high speed.

  Zhang Lao Da stood up with his hand covering his head and stared at Guan Guan, asking: "Guan Shao, what do you mean? Does Jun Ge know about this?"

  Guan Guan snorted coldly: "Old Zhang, I'm not the one in charge of this matter. You dare to touch Dong Ge's friend? You have no face to speak of." Two men wearing ordinary clothes walked up to Old Zhang's side, one hand reached into their pocket and a cold gun muzzle was pressed against Old Zhang's waist: "Let's go."

  There is a saying that the soft are afraid of the hard, the hard are afraid of the ruthless, and the ruthless are afraid of those who have nothing to lose. Zhang Lao Da used to be one of those who had nothing to lose, but he was even more afraid of those who played with their lives.

  "Big Brother Dong, I know who you are now, give me a chance to speak."

  As soon as Zhang Lao Da said this, it was clear that his information was very well-informed. Nowadays, on the streets of Pingjiang, there is a legend about Dong Ge circulating around. After Guan Jianjun recovered from his injuries, he personally told people while drinking with them that one should not provoke Guan Yanwang or Dong Ge in Pingjiang. The incident where Kong Xin ran naked in the street earlier even more so solidified the image of Dong Ge having eyes and ears everywhere in some people's minds. A little girl had reached the point of being shot, and over these years, Zhang Lao Da, who had made a fortune, no longer had that fearless and ruthless spirit deep down.

  "It's over."

  When Zhang Shidong didn't object, this old Zhang took the lead and made an example of himself, telling his people to scram and entering the bar alone.

  In the private room, An Xiu was stunned. He had met Zhang Shidong at the Hua Exhibition Building Pingjiang Office, but he just thought of him as a normal colleague of Xiao Mei...

  Zhang Lao Da didn't wipe the blood off his face, and with a fist bump towards Xiao Mei, he looked at Zhang Shi Dong: "Being able to meet Brother Dong is my honor, I hope Brother Dong can give me a chance to get to know each other through battle."

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Three beer bottles, Zhang Lao Da fiercely smashed on his forehead, the beer bottles shattered, and more blood flowed from his head, but Zhang Lao Da didn't care, he just stared at Zhang Shidong.

  Watching Xiaomei subconsciously not hiding beside him, but half of her body shrinking behind Ah Guang, Zhang Shidong stood up and walked to Zhang Lao's side, pulling him to sit down on the sofa, his hand resting on the huge ashtray on the coffee table, pressing it casually.

  Zhang Lao Da's eyes suddenly widened, and the ashtray was embedded in the bottom of the tea table, with a one-centimeter position at the top completely destroyed.

  "This is my brother, he will handle today's matter."

  Everyone in the room saw an unforgettable scene of Bi Sheng, it was a tempered glass, something that could smash a person's head, and with his casual wipe, a layer was wiped off, such a picture had already subverted the cognition of the people present.

  A Guang's hand was tightly clasped with Zhang Lao Da, evil has its degree, injustice has its head and debt has its master. Zhang Lao Da wiped the blood while A Guang turned to ask Xiao Mei: "How do you want to deal with this beast?"

  An Xiu burst into tears, Xiao Mei turned her head and waved her hand: "Let him go, I don't want to see him again."

  Ah Guang nodded, and with a swift kick, he pinned down An Xiu's right hand. As the latter let out a pained yelp, a switchblade popped out from Ah Guang's waistband. Without hesitation, he chopped off An Xiu's little finger on his right hand. As An Xiu continued to wail in agony, Ah Guang crouched down and tapped the blade against his face: "I don't want to see you again in Pingjiang."

  ………

  A light layer of snowflakes covers the small northern city.

  Early in the morning, the street food stalls and morning markets are bustling with activity. Passersby and elderly people who come out for a stroll will gather here to buy some cheap vegetables and fruits, and have a hot breakfast. If you follow those strolling seniors, they can guarantee that you'll be able to buy affordable, clean, and tidy food. They're very familiar with every stall in the morning market, knowing who sells short-weighted goods, whose products are good value for money, and whose breakfast is unhygienic - they've seen it all.

  Lao He and Lao He's wife had just sent their spouses back home, and were setting out soy milk and fried dough sticks for their grandchildren. The two elderly neighbors left their homes with their walking sticks, a habit of over a decade. After retiring, they would feel uncomfortable if they didn't go for a soak in the bathhouse every two or three afternoons. For over a decade, the bathhouse had maintained its price of 3 yuan, and even these thrifty elderly people who pinched every penny for their children and grandchildren felt that it was time to raise the price. In an era of soaring prices, what could you do with just 3 yuan?

  The boss of the bathhouse, Old Wang, always says that he doesn't need these two bucks, but rather hopes that his brothers will come here often to soak, sit together and drink some tea, chat about the world, play chess, and relax.

  "Huh?"

  Lao He and Lao He were stunned as soon as they entered the bathing pool. In the usually quiet and early-arriving hot tub, there were two young people soaking inside. Lao Wang and Xiao Cai also broke their usual habit of not wiping the floor and making tea, but instead sat in the tub with these two people to soak in the bath.

  When they saw guests arriving, two young men stood up.

  The first sturdy man scared Old He and Old He into a jump, with knife scars and large-scale colorful tiger tattoos, having a strong visual shock. With the increasing demonization of certain groups in today's society, honest people think of keeping a distance from them first. After the second young man stood up, the two old men smiled awkwardly at Old Wang, turned to the corner to take a shower, and didn't let out a breath until the other party left the bathroom.

  Lao He: "Do you see that? It's a gunshot wound."

  Lao He: "I'm not sure either, but those scars are real."

  Lao He: "Lao Wang and Xiao Cai are also acting strange today."

  Lao He: "Let's leave early, if we see anything suspicious, report it to the police."

  Lao He: "Uh-huh."

  The old-fashioned bed was covered with a blanket, and Ah Guang looked very nervous. Just now, he had just learned that the person Zhang Shidong led him to see was actually the legendary figure of Tiger King in the Northeast. In just a few years, he couldn't see through Zhang Shidong anymore. Within less than half a month, he had fully recovered from his injuries and borrowed some people from the steward to open several businesses: a restaurant, a bathhouse, and an internet cafe. Ah Guang reappeared on the streets of Pingjiang with much more fanfare than before. Although he didn't want to admit it, the fact was that a single sentence from Big Brother Dong on the Pingjiang Road had made Light Brother become the new noble that both Steward Zhang and Mechanical Factory's Old Zhang were willing to lower themselves to befriend.

  At first, Ah Guang was also somewhat resistant. His proud self did not want to take advantage of his brother's kindness and did not want to be pitied. However, as he recovered physically and regained his status, the sight of the car wash owner and his wife kowtowing in front of him, the image of those so-called friends who had come over with smiles on their faces, rubbing their hands together and bowing their heads, flashed through his mind one by one. Possession was better than loss. Ah Guang kept his gratitude to himself. In a word, Zhang Shidong's orders were absolute, and he would follow them even if it meant going up a knife mountain or down a fire sea.

  Thinking of this, the intimidation and fear he felt when seeing the famous Tiger King disappeared, his behavior gradually returned to normal, and the momentum of the Yangtze River's later waves also came out.

  A pot of wild vegetables, a roll of old sweat smoke, chewing a few pieces of water pear slices, his body leaned against the bed, closed his eyes, smelling the humid air, Zhang Shidong couldn't help but praise: "Tiger King is really good at enjoying himself, this kind of immortal life, I'm afraid not many people understand it anymore. In old Beijing dialect, let's have another bowl of noodle skin, a plate of soft braised meat slices with wide sauce..."

  The tiger king patted his big belly and laughed loudly: "Life in the city will never be dull or tasteless, Little Cai, go to the opposite side and let your Uncle Hao personally cook some good dishes, tell him that the wine must be brewed by himself, don't think about cheating me."

  "Eh." Cai Si Nan put on his clothes, covering up his pale and sickly skin. Ah Guang also quickly got dressed and followed Cai Si Nan out of the bathhouse. At the entrance, a middle-aged woman who sold tickets stood an announcement board at the door: "Closed for today."

  No need for a reason, just like a bathtub is never used for profit, and one's waist doesn't get stiff just for the sake of money.

  He followed Cai Si Nan to a small, dirty restaurant. He walked in and shouted a few words inside, then came out and squatted at the door smoking. He looked at Ah Guang and handed him a cigarette: "Black, there are three forms. The first is the lowest level, fighting and killing, putting your head on the line every day, you might have 300,000 yuan to spend today, but tomorrow you could be killed. The second has a team, organization, bottom line, style, and principles. You wear the outerwear of society's backbone class, in some people's eyes, you are a successful person. The third is a popular internet phrase: 'Brother may not be in the underworld, but the underworld still has brother's legend.' Which one do you want to choose?"

  Ah Guang also learned from Cai Si Nan's appearance, squatting at the foot of the wall, with clear eyes in the smoke: "I don't understand these things, I just know that this is a shortcut to success, it will satisfy all my worldly needs, and on a spiritual level, I hope I can have the power to control order. A person values self-awareness, I am clear about what material I am made of, if I can make some people understand and live according to my rules, then I am content."

  "What's your business?" Cai Si Nan curled his lip.

  Ah Guang is now immune to all kinds of ridicule and has just been revived with full health in place with the help of Zhang Shidong, under the cover of the Great Immunity Technique.

  "At least I won't let some people who work hard to earn a little money to support their families be subjected to double suffering in both spirit and material by the petty."

  No grand ideals, just let the small vendors in the morning market who work hard from dawn till dusk earn a living with peace of mind, without being bullied by those scoundrels who claim to be city administrators and extort stall fees.

  "Xiao Cai, the dishes are ready, hurry up and send them to that dead fatty."

  "Huh."

  Ah Guang couldn't understand the third kind of black in Cai Si Nan Kou, at least he couldn't understand why Hu Wang Ye would be like this now, shouldn't it be a life of luxury with people surrounding him, the bodyguards at the door all wearing black suits, black leather shoes and black sunglasses, dressed in Tang suits speaking mysteriously, exuding an aura of majesty without even being angry?

  A bathhouse owner and a masseur, can such a person be the big shot of Northeast China?

  "The CPPCC representative of the Ice City, a well-known private entrepreneur, these are not important, the other party is smuggling abroad, with a group of mercenaries under his command, you're sure to make a big fuss for the past hatred that the other party must have forgotten."

  All day, Ah Guang accompanied Zhang Shidong in the bathhouse to experience the life of ordinary people, eating and drinking and taking a nap. In the afternoon, the bathhouse was open for business as usual, with the sound of poker cards being slapped down and chess pieces being moved around, amidst the hubbub of noise. Finally, after taking a bath, they left, and it wasn't until they reached the entrance that Ah Guang finally heard something related to official business.

  Zhang Shidong stood firm, his voice calm: "Who he is doesn't matter. In my eyes, he's nothing."

  In other words, my brother, a single hair is worth a thousand pieces of gold.