Bachelor degree or above.

  Height above 175cm, with a dignified appearance, possessing strong management skills, having a high sense of responsibility, excellent adaptability and communication coordination abilities, clear thinking and good verbal and written expression skills.

  More than 2 years of experience in large-scale intelligent community management; proficient and skilled in using property management regulations and related laws and regulations.

  This is not about recruiting a high-level business manager, but rather the three requirements for security guards at Shanshui Huamen Residential Area No. 58 Jiangjun Road, Nanjing. If it weren't for Wang Huren's private connections with some developer of Shanshui Huamen, or if Wang Huren hadn't gotten Chen Ergou and Wang Jiefang two certificates of demobilization from a certain department in Nanjing, they might not have been able to get into Shanshui Huamen as security guards. To Chen Ergou, being a security guard is no different from being a watchdog; naturally, he, a farmer who has spent his whole life dealing with sheepdogs, doesn't think this job is degrading or humiliating - someone's gotta do it.

  The old madman used to say that street performers were the lowest of the low, but now they've all become big stars. They're just a bit more handsome than security guards, so Chen Erdog became a security guard at Shanshui Huamen. Wang Jiefang stood at the entrance of the community, constantly asking questions or saluting passing vehicles and owners because he looked more like a high-end residential image. Wang Huren was responsible for monitoring the community's smart system with his legs crossed, while Chen Erdog had the easiest job, patrolling around the community to check on some weak points in the surveillance system. It was an easy job that came with free food and accommodation, earning 1500 yuan a month, making life feel like a fairy tale.

  Chen Erdog had thought about sending Zhang Sanqian to school for compulsory education, but Shanshui Huamen was too far from the nearest primary school. If he were to board, Chen Erdog worried that Zhang Sanqian would not adapt. So, he asked Wang Huren to buy all the primary school textbooks and let Zhang Sanqian study on his own during the day, while he tutored him at night. The child was clever and hardworking, making progress quickly. Chen Erdog's greatest pleasure was teaching Zhang Sanqian complex theories from "Logic" and "Paradox", not caring if Zhang Sanqian was interested or not. Children from Zhangjiacun were all poor and hungry, struggling to survive, and didn't have the luxury of having hobbies or interests like city kids did.

  "Third Uncle, you have white hair now." Zhang Sanqian and Chen Ergou slept in a small room with upper and lower bunks. Chen Ergou sat on the lower bunk against the wall, smoking a cigarette and reading "Three Lives in Common", which Wang Hu had bought for him by digging into his own pocket. Zhang Sanqian squatted beside him, propping up his cheek to observe Chen Ergou's hair.

  "It's already done." Chen Ergou flicked the ash into an ashtray, which was actually a disposable cup that Zhang Sanqian had filled with tap water. Although Chen Ergou and the other three people lived in the same building as the landlord in Shanshui Huamen, everyone knew that even the bathroom of any ordinary house was more luxurious than their place. Chen Ergou had never seen a villa before, but the detached villas in Lingshu Yuan, Nanlü, were the culmination of Shanshui Huamen's luxury residences, with an area of around 360 square meters, each with its own independent garden and interior courtyard. Although Wang Jiefang was disdainful of it, saying it was far inferior to Tongchen Gaoerfu and even more so compared to Tongchen Yipin, for Chen Ergou and Zhang Sanqian, that villa was truly impressive, impressive enough to make Chen Ergou forget about hoping to save up to buy one in this lifetime. In fact, Chen Ergou's monthly salary could only afford a tenth of a square meter of the Lingshu Yuan villa, which meant he could only afford a little over a square meter per year. Calculating it out, it wouldn't take too long, 350 years and he could buy one whole house.

  "Want to pull it out?" Zhang Sanqian stared at Chen Erdou's few white hairs and said eagerly.

  "My mother said that the more white hair I pull out, the more it grows. I don't want to have a whole head of white hair in just a few years." Chen Erdou shook his head.

  "Third Uncle, what do you think I'll be able to do in the future? Will I follow you and become a security guard too? With a salary of 1,500 per month, I owe you so much that I'm afraid I won't be able to pay it back even after a lifetime." Zhang Sanqian looked puzzled. Even small children have their own worries, let alone poor kids who grow up early and are more mature than city kids who are raised in a greenhouse-like environment.

  "Three thousand, you're still young, eating rice one mouthful at a time, walking the road one step at a time. In a big city, doing things and being a person is like marrying a wife - you can't just spend a few thousand yuan to buy one and think it's done. You have to take your time. Besides, in the future, you won't be a security guard either. Doing what doesn't lose face, but people all need to move upwards, poor people even more so. If not, each generation will be poorer than the last, and life will be unbearable. Third Uncle won't let you end up like me, being a lowly security guard who has to look at others' faces.

  Chen Ergou gritted his teeth and studied that book "Three Lives in Common" with all his might, but the classical Chinese and divination terminology inside it effortlessly killed off large numbers of his brain cells."

  "Third Uncle, I've now memorized all the owners' names, appearances, and their buildings, floors, units, and house numbers. At a glance, I can tell who doesn't belong to our neighborhood and who's here to sell something." Zhang Sanqian said with a smile, barefoot, propping up his cheek, and beaming with joy. A child of his age might not fully understand how far away the world of those rich people is from Third Uncle, nor would they comprehend the mockery and depth hidden in Chen Ergou's silhouette as he stood by the lake, chewing on a dogtail grass, gazing up at those standalone villas.

  "What does this book 'Three Lives in Common' say?" Zhang Sanqian asked doubtfully.

  "Fortune-telling, physiognomy, and divination. Perhaps your uncle Rich and Tiger Brother are right, fate is something that can't be avoided by being afraid of it, you have to understand it, just like serving a high-ranking official or a Bodhisattva, knowing what each Bodhisattva likes, in order to serve comfortably. Rich and Tiger both said that a wise person knows their fate, a wise person's realm is quite high, your uncle can't do it for the time being, so look at the words one by one, read the book page by page, and calm down, otherwise you'll suffocate yourself." Chen Erdou paused for a moment, thought for a while, and answered Zhang Sanqian's casual question very seriously.

  "Third Uncle, you're indeed a cultured person, speaking with grand principles one after another." Zhang Sanqian said with a serious tone, his small face full of admiration and reverence.

  "When you've seen a real cultured person, you won't say that." Chen Ergou said with a smile. In the big city, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and superior people hide in the crowds. Even someone as insignificant as him can run into a deeply hidden Mr. Sun, so after wandering around for almost a year, he had seen two goddess-like women, but still harbored fear towards the big city.

  "Third Uncle, even if Grandpa wasn't the Chen Half-leisure that the old nun from Chicken Temple said, I think he's also an old immortal. Although the older generation in the village doesn't get along with the Chen family, when they mention Grandpa, they're all secretly afraid. I can tell." Zhang Sanqian said timidly, then quickly climbed up to Chen Ergou's bed and went to sleep. Grandpa had always been a taboo topic for the Chen family in Zhangjiashan because Third Uncle Chen Ergou didn't want to hear anything about him. Although Zhang Sanqian felt that after leaving the mountains, Third Uncle's attitude towards Grandpa had changed a lot, he still didn't dare speak carelessly.

  Here is the translation:

  During this time, Wang Huzi poured out everything he had heard from Blind Master to Zhang Sanqian. One was willing to listen and the other was willing to talk, a mutually beneficial situation. Wang Huzi's eloquence was always good, although in Li Wei's eyes, it was considered to be poisoned by feudal superstition to the point of being beyond salvation. But he could still deceive people into calling him "young master", so his skills were still somewhat effective. In his mouth, which was as smooth as a lotus flower, that old man Chen Banxian became a superior being who didn't bow down for five bushels of rice or fawn on the powerful, looking down on all living things. He was said to be a descendant of Chen Tuan, an ancestor, and a contemporary of Yuan Tiangang, a great figure. His bone-reading skills were unparalleled in the world. Of course, Zhang Sanqian didn't understand what it meant, but he knew that most of it couldn't be true. However, he only remembered one sentence: "The Chen family of Xun has half-leisure time, great wisdom is close to being a demon or a fairy." This phrase was smooth on the tongue, and Zhang Sanqian liked it very much. Wang Huzi also mysteriously told him that this old man who had seen the dragon's head but not its tail had once read the bones and fortunes of two founding heroes of the country, with one eye not missing a single detail, and without making any mistakes. This left Zhang Sanqian stunned.

  "Third Uncle, are you asleep?" Zhang Sanqian asked softly after lying on the upper bunk for two hours and staring at the ceiling for another two hours.

  Nothing.

  Chen Ergou looked at the old pipe hanging on the wall, which had accompanied the old man for most of his life. He didn't know why he hadn't taken it with him into the coffin. Fugui said that the water pipe was given to Grandfather by a man named Lin when he was 39 years old, and Grandfather had refused to give it up no matter what. Every time Fugui mentioned this, he would let out a deep sigh, lamenting that from then on, Grandfather's spirit had dissipated and could never be gathered again.

  Actually, Chen Ergou was not very willing to recall the old man who had slept in his coffin and been buried. Before leaving Zhangjiashan, he felt ashamed of a madman who didn't have half a decent word, what kind of glorious history could he have? After leaving Zhangjiashan, he felt guilty and dared not think about it. Every time he thought about the old man whose face he couldn't even remember, Chen Ergou's conscience was uneasy, his mouth full of acid, this feeling was unbearable.

  "Third Uncle, what kind of fate do you think I have? If Great Grandfather were still alive, could he take a look for me?" Zhang Sanqian leaned on the bed frame, poking out his small head to gaze at Chen Erdou on the lower bunk.

  "You have a good life, better than your uncle's. A life worth six taels and two mace is a great one, even in ancient times it would be considered a high-ranking official, even better than a zhuangyuan (top scorer in the imperial examination). Your great-grandfather said this when he gave you your name, and as time goes on, your fate will only get better. Six plus two equals eight, that's why he called you Zhang Bahai." Chen Ergou looked back at Zhang Sanqian with a smile, this wasn't just nonsense, although Chen Ergou didn't know what exactly six taels and two mace meant, but from Fugui's words, it was already an exceptionally good fate.

  Zhang Sanqian seemed to understand and not understand, with an excited face, climbed down from the bed and lay beside Chen Ergou, whispering: "And you, Third Uncle? I have six taels and two maces of silver, how come you should have tens of taels of fate?"

  Chen Ergou laughed and said, "No, the best fate is also seven taels and two mace. In fact, according to your great-grandfather's words, ordinary people have four or five taels of fate, and they should be content with that. He said that Zhangjiashan is a good place, with good feng shui, and our ancestors accumulated great virtue, so he settled down in Zhangjiashan, which is why I can sleep on the same bed as you today, all thanks to fate."

  It's all fate.

  Chen Ergou suddenly remembered the girl's catchphrase.

  "Third Uncle, what kind of life is the best life with seven taels and two mace?"

  "Ten generations of accumulated goodness, one generation of glorious prosperity."

  "I don't understand."

  "When you grow up, you'll know that these eight words are harder than climbing to heaven."

  "Third Uncle, once I've made a fortune, I'll definitely take out everything to repay you."

  "Three thousand, this heart of yours is the best thing, it's enough."

  "Is it enough?" Zhang Sanqian opened his eyes wide and stared at Chen Erdou, seemingly a little regretful.

  "That's enough." Chen Ergou still leaned sideways, smiling slightly as he gazed at the child.

  Zhang Sanqian buried his head in Chen Ergou's chest and whispered softly: "If I don't think it's enough." (To know what happens next, please log in, more chapters, support the author, support the genuine version!)