Chen Ergou is not stupid, if it weren't for the English exam holding him back, he would have at least been able to get into a mediocre university. But compared to wealth and nobility, he felt like there was more than one level of difference between them. In high school, with a sense of guilt, he secretly read several martial arts novels by Jin Yong and Gu Long. The eight words "sharp sword without edge, great wisdom in foolishness" were undoubtedly the ultimate ideal in Chen Ergou's mind. He felt that these eight words were as far away from him as possible, but wealth and nobility were not far off at all. He thought people outside would have seen more of the world, but soon he ran into this living treasure right in front of him.

  Chen Ergou looked at him, his whole face twitching badly, and finally reached out to take the 50 cents. This person is still the same as those guys who make a living by cheating with prize-winning bottle caps, relying on their cleverness to get by. But if they really had great wisdom, they wouldn't be doing this kind of thing.

  "All day catching eagles, but was pecked blind by the eagle." The guy muttered with a 50-cent coin in his hand. He was short and had sparse hair, yet he still combed a middle-parted traitor's hairstyle. His clothes were slightly less rustic than Chen Ergou's, but looking at him made one feel embarrassed for him, as if he was eager to shed his peasant identity but couldn't quite manage it.

  "Even mosquito meat is still meat." Chen Ergou, whose ears were extremely sensitive, seemed to be muttering to himself without a care, but his facial expression and demeanor were far from the simple and honest farmer that one would find in a book. The saying "a woman can make a man evil" didn't seem to be an exaggeration when it came to Chen Ergou.

  "Brother, where are you from?" The thin and weak man who had just suffered a loss naturally ignored the embarrassing matter and tried to get close to Chen Ergou.

  Chen Erdog casually mentioned a small village at the foot of the mountain.

  And without mentioning the person's character, in the following conversation, Chen Ergou was amazed by his broad knowledge, such as the Hummer off-road vehicle being a toy for American soldiers, and now wealthy city people are playing recurve or compound bows in clubs. Also, a 500-catty wild boar can be sold for 4,000 yuan according to the hunting ground's market price. All of this made Chen Ergou sigh with admiration. This guy is not only good at talking about mysterious Feng Shui and tomb raiding, but also knows a thing or two about hunting, knowing not to shoot blindly in the wind. It really made Chen Ergou look at him in a new light. The man said he was from a village on the banks of Heilongjiang, named Wang Huren. Hearing the word "tiger" and looking at his physique, Chen Ergou wanted to laugh. Along the way, it was basically just Wang Huren talking nonsense like a goddess scattering flowers, while Chen Ergou listened intently, occasionally responding with a few words to let him continue to speak confidently and shoot off his mouth. From Harbin to Shanghai, Wang Huren almost poured out all the goods in his stomach to Chen Ergou.

  Arriving in Shanghai, as soon as he stepped off the train and onto this land, Chen Erdou gazed at the bustling station crowded with people. He didn't have any grand ambitions or heroic aspirations to stand at the highest point of this city. Instead, he quietly said to himself: live a good life, work hard to earn money, marry a rich wife, and bring mom to this most prosperous city in China to spend her days.

  Wang Hu died, leaving behind a debt-ridden skin and a shameless face, asking Chen Ergou's fellow villager for an address before disappearing into the crowd. In a vast city of nearly 30 million people, such a person is no different from a tiny speck of dust that lives without being noticed, and dies without anyone caring. Chen Ergou gazed at the weak figure in the distance, which was particularly thin due to malnutrition, and let out a sigh.

  As soon as they left the station, it was a squeeze on the bus. The old countryman with quick steps and fleeting movements was an experienced person. He quickly squeezed half of his body into the crowded car. Seeing Chen Erdou holding onto his bundle and hesitating to get on, he couldn't help but scold in Northeastern dialect: "You stupid kid, your brain must have been watered from reading too many books! Shanghai is such a big place, if you get lost, you'll have to beg for food all the way back home!"

  Chen Ergou gritted his teeth and forced his way into the crowded bus, finally managing to squeeze on board. After paying his fare, he stood in the crowd, clutching his bundle and standing on tiptoe, only to find that several nearby passengers were giving him dirty looks or cold stares. Chen Ergou had received a decent education, having spent twelve years in school, and was considered the most cultured person in Zhangjiacun. He knew that his disheveled appearance would not win him any favors with the other passengers, so he tried to act nonchalant and gaze out the window at the scenery. However, he soon realized that he couldn't see anything from where he was standing in the aisle, so he reluctantly turned his attention back to the other passengers. Most of them were migrant workers like himself, but there were a few who looked like they were from the city. Chen Ergou remembered Wang Hu's words about how Shanghai people looked down on outsiders, and he felt a surge of anger at the condescending glances and murmurs from the nearby passengers. As someone who had grown up in a rural town and attended a rundown high school, Chen Ergou was not used to being treated as an equal by city folks. He would normally be reserved and even a bit shy around women like those he met on the Beijing Jeep 212, but when faced with people who looked down on him, his rough and stubborn nature would take over. This was evident in how he had dealt with the kids who had bullied him as a child, calling him a mixed breed, or the entire village of Zhangjiacun, which had tried to take advantage of his family. Chen Ergou never cared about getting hurt when it came to standing up for himself against those who looked down on him.

  At this moment, Chen Erdou took out a large piece of smoked meat from his bag and gnawed at it without any restraint, with no gentlemanly demeanor to speak of, like a wild man who had just run out of the mountains. Not to mention city people, even a native Northeasterner would be amazed that this guy dared to treat a public place as if it were his own home. Chen Erdou even deliberately twisted and turned his body, seemingly wanting to make room for himself, which inevitably led to physical contact with the surrounding passengers. Coincidentally, there was a pretty girl sitting behind him, who wasn't particularly fashionable in her attire, but among this group of people, her relatively delicate face was not outstanding in Shanghai, a fashion metropolis, but she had a slender figure, so from the moment she got on the bus, even the driver uncle couldn't help sneaking glances at her.

  But Chen Erdog, unaware of the situation, continued to twist and turn, happily like a spinning top, determined to infuriate the city passengers who looked down on him. After he finished eating the meat with gusto, his buttocks were sore, and only then did he deign to stop. When he finally turned around, he found that the atmosphere was somewhat strange, with many gazes directed at him from behind. With difficulty, Chen Erdog turned his head and saw a bright red, tender face, filled with shame, anger, and incredulity, as if she couldn't believe someone would be so brazenly indecent on a public bus. This was no longer just a matter of molestation; it had reached a new level of depravity. She stared at the pale, slightly sickly-looking face in front of her, with ordinary features and clean but unremarkable facial structure, which didn't quite match his attire. She seemed to want to speak but hesitated, on the verge of tears, looking pitiful and helpless.

  "A Hua, which station are we getting off at?" Chen Er Gou had a serious expression, not showing any sign of remorse for being in the midst of public condemnation. Instead, he looked around and shouted loudly with a full voice: "Haven't you seen big shots being intimate with their wives before?"

  As they spoke, Chen Ergou turned around, seemingly intimidated by the sudden outburst of ferocity from this thug, and subconsciously took a step back. Adding to that, Chen Ergou deliberately leaned back to keep his distance from her, which resulted in an empty circle forming around the girl. Although many people were lamenting that such a beautiful flower was being wasted on someone like Chen Ergou, who was essentially a pile of cow dung, several males who had been trying to take advantage of her also quietly withdrew their hands.

  Even so, the girl quickly got off the bus when it arrived at the station. Chen Ergou was certain that this was not her destination. He didn't forget to shout towards her back: "Ahua, tell your parents I'll buy some cigarettes and wine before coming over." Chen Ergou's fellow villager was stunned. Having been a victim of Chen Ergou's schemes in Zhangjiashan many times, he couldn't believe that this guy dared to do something like this as soon as he entered the city, something he wouldn't have dared to think about even after several years. He felt both jealous and admiring, thinking that it was no wonder he was a prodigal son from Zhangjiashan, just one step ahead of others.

  Chen Ergou rubbed his butt, closed his eyes, and a wicked smile spread across his face as he muttered to himself: "Comfortable."

  Midway through the journey, he changed trains, squeezed onto another one, and then transferred again. When he finally sat down on the last train, a fellow passenger told him they would arrive at their destination in just over half an hour. Chen Erdou wiped away his sweat without saying a word, not feeling overly excited from what had happened earlier. When he finally found a seat in the back row and wanted to take a good look at the night view of this republic's pride, Chen Erdou subconsciously took out the piece of paper with a phone number on it, folded it into a paper airplane, and placed it in his palm. He gazed out the window, looking up at the skyscraper he was seeing for the first time in his life, and muttered to himself: "Do I need to look up like this for my whole life?"

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