Chapter Twenty-One Let him teach me

  "Does this count as causing you trouble?"

  Lü Jiayi gave a "you know it but still ask" expression, Luo Dongqi said no matter what, as a student of this school, being beaten up on campus, and the one who beat him is related to you, the story inside isn't mentioned, the school's stance should always prioritize standing with the students.

  Zhao Ya smiled indifferently: "No big deal."

  As he spoke, he showed them a pre-recorded video of Ruo Dongqi. The previous thugs' conversation with him was clear and Zhao Ya casually edited the name and put the video on the school's internal network.

  "Beware of traitors outside and beware of tumors growing inside."

  Then, Zhao Ya made a few more phone calls, the content of which did not deviate from what had happened before. What I want is witnesses, what thieves shouting to catch thieves, completely without any intention of getting into trouble, still sitting there calmly, enjoying what she thought was happiness.

  Extremist, ruthless, resolute.

  Extreme views of the world, dark humor in dealing with people, and firm adherence to beliefs.

  Half an hour later, Zhao Ya sent Zhang Shidong away from school. The school authorities did not investigate the matter further, and Luo Dongqi himself directly told the school that he did not know those people and did not know why they came to beat him up.

  The master didn't pursue it, and the school also thought that one less thing was better than one more thing. They just let it pass with a blind eye. Amidst Lu Jia's ambiguous smile and teasing, Zhao Ya and Zhang Shidong stood at the school gate, nodded to each other, chuckled, shook their heads, and went in opposite directions.

  A screeching sound, several vans stopped at the school gate. Ruo Dongqi, who had just left the campus to ask those people for clarification, was thrown out of the van and fell to the ground, his injuries several times worse than before. As he struggled to get up, still with a hint of doubt in his mind, he saw Zhang Shidong walking out of the school gate. He remembered the threatening words from earlier, but the malicious hatred had been suppressed, leaving only fear for the strong in his eyes.

  Zhang Shidong lit a cigarette, glanced at Luo Dongqi, and shifted his gaze to a commercial bullet head car on the street corner. He walked over slowly, and when he was still ten meters away from the bullet head, the car door opened, and Cao Zhongwen and Qianguo got out of the car, standing respectfully by the side, waiting for Zhang Shidong to walk over.

  Their respect has nothing to do with power or money, but is a humble submission to something powerful. What deputy director, what deputy secretary, these cannot make the Jianghu people truly respectful, only those who are truly strong can make them feel deeply humble.

  Zhang Shidong's performance at the villa on the slope made them thoroughly surrender, and they couldn't muster up any resistance. Is a person's head and body as hard as an iron-made car? Kill him? No way, someone might dare to kill, but what about the revenge that would follow if he wasn't killed?

  Guanguan came today, and there was another purpose. When investigating Zhang Shidong, he learned through internal hospital staff that the honor belonging to Kong Mei was actually brought by his son. Thinking of Grandpa's coughing up blood and what he said in the villa, Guanguan had a small epiphany with Lü Dongqi, and hurried over at the first opportunity, expecting a miraculous event like in his fantasies.

  Outsiders don't know the housekeeper, and even the most senior young master of the Guan family can't help but accept a reality: the housekeeper has long been weak on the inside, yet still manages to be the leader of Pingjiang. It's not that the housekeeper is fierce or powerful, but rather because he relies on the care of Lao Yezi Guan Yu's sworn brother, and his longevity directly affects the situation in the Guan household.

  "Mr. Zhang, this is Dongqi's uncle, and like Dongqi, his legs were broken."

  Zhang Shidong was not afraid of the dragon's lair, but felt that the style of the housekeeper and his men was not yet hopeless. He followed them to the 9191 bar, where a man with tattoos and a ferocious appearance was huddled in the corner, his right leg still showing faint bloodstains, motionless.

  "What's so difficult for you all? What brings you to find me?"

  The thin ghost wanted to speak but was stopped by Guan Guan, whose body seemed to have gained new momentum after being drained of its vitality. Guan Guan's face turned red as he spoke bluntly: "We'll settle the Lu family matter, and Mo Wei and his uncle will also keep their mouths shut. From now on, for any local cases, if Director Zhang wants leads, I, Guan, will do my best to provide them. And even...even if Mr. Zhang wants to be with Zhao Ya, I, Guan, will find someone qualified to act as a matchmaker."

  Zhang Shidong puffed on his cigarette, sat on the sofa, stretched out his hand: "Continue."

  "Mr. Zhang wants money, we provide money; he wants people, we provide people..."

  Zhang Shidong put the cigarette into the ashtray, making a gesture to get up from the sofa. Plop, Guan Guan directly knelt down: "I want this life, please Mr. Zhang save my grandfather."

  The thin ghost was completely stunned on the side, and before the eight characters were even finished, Guan Guan had already knelt down. Who knows if he's really a top-notch expert or just pretending to be one, kneeling all over the place like a Jianghu rogue, not mentioning anything about being comparable to gold but definitely not someone who kneels easily.

  Zhang Shidong stared at Guan Guan for nearly half a minute, then walked towards the door: "You're very clever, but can you guarantee that you can become the helmsman of the Guan family?"

  Guan Guan suddenly raised his head: "How big I can become depends on how much expectation Mr. Zhang has for this rotten life of mine."

  Zhang Shidong opened the door: "Let's go, remember what you said. I'm a person who hates trouble very much, don't make me feel troublesome."

  ………

  Once again, I came to the villa area on the hillside, and the picture of the vegetable garden and orchard on the roof was gone. The whole villa was filled with a solemn atmosphere, just like the old man Guan Yuetao, who had dominated the rivers and lakes, had returned. After the entire Guan family's direct descendants suffered a nearly devastating spiritual blow from Zhang Shidong, the old man truly lived up to Zhang Shidong's words: "Old but not dead", and stood up again to take charge of the overall situation.

  Zhang Shidong walked into the villa, and Guan Jianjun knelt upright at the door. When he saw Zhang Shidong, he waved the dagger in his hand and stabbed it into his thigh.

  Bang!

  "Never mind, I'm not interested in being a Jianghu person in your eyes, nor do I need to put on the airs you have. I'm a pragmatic person, and as long as you two look at me favorably, I can guarantee that I'll be able to enjoy my current carefree life, so that's why I came." Zhang Shidong flicked his cigarette ash and looked at Guan Yu and Wang Ying, who were standing in the entrance hall dressed formally, and said directly: "A quiet room, two people who can attend to your every need, including wiping your butt."

  I.

  I.

  Guan Jianjun, Guan Guan and Xiao Gui all suggested going in, but Guan Kui Bao raised his hand to stop them: "Little Eagle, come with me."

  Zhang Shidong was puffing on his cigarette, standing by the window gazing out at the rolling river and the distant, flower-filled riverside night scene. A woman in her 40s with an air of nobility followed Gan Yu and Wang Ying into the room. It could be seen that when she was young, this woman would have been considered a stunning beauty, but now she seemed to lack some depth and the aura of a mature beauty.

  "Mr. Zhang." The woman bowed respectfully to Zhang Shidong.

  Zhang Shidong looked at her with a hint of meaning and said to Guan Yu: "Your eyes are quite good."

  "To put it simply, I'm just a bit more laid-back, a bit more down-to-earth, and living comfortably."

  "Alright, stop playing mysterious tricks on me, take off all your clothes."

  The leopard didn't say a word and without any hesitation stripped off all its clothes...

  Half an hour later, Zhang Shidong came out of the room with a few packs of special cigarettes from local factories, and Guan Jianjun and others were waiting at the door, looking at Zhang Shidong with eyes full of expectation, hoping to get good news from his mouth.

  Who would have thought that Zhang Shidong's answer almost made the people standing at the door faint.

  "What are you staring at? This whole house is full of crap. Tell that old geezer to give me the silver needle and let me sterilize it properly."

  After finishing, Zhang Shidong shook his head and walked out, muttering to himself: "Over 70 years old, still so tough, that old rascal, I've got to learn from him."