People of a feather flock together, Chen Er Gou and the four old men in this group are all people who know how to find fun and make their lives less dull. Wang Hu Sheng likes to peek at the female owners' beautiful figures through the monitors, often telling fortunes for a large group of security guards, if it weren't for his outdated middle-parted hair, his mouthful of vegetables when he speaks eloquently, or his sly eyebrows and beady eyes that are too uninviting, many people would really think of him as a high-ranking person among the lowest of society.
Wang Jiefang was a tiger man who never wanted to be stingy with what's in his pants. Within a month of arriving at Shanshui Huamen, he had hooked up with two or three women who were as hungry as wolves. However, fearing that things would move too quickly and cause trouble for Wang Hu, he restrained himself and didn't make a move. Otherwise, it would have been like thunder and lightning, with one being dry firewood and the other being a raging flame. Wang Jiefang would have already dragged those 30- to 40-year-old women, who were full-bodied and dripping with desire, into bed for a good time.
Zhang Sanqian was extremely busy, so busy that his hands and feet cramped up, almost to the point of foaming at the mouth. This child, apart from having to cook for three heads of cattle every day, practiced calligraphy with a brush pen for two hours a day, liked playing the erhu, so Chen Ergou bought him one, sat on a small stool and played for two hours, not a minute less. The two thick books "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "Water Margin" were placed at his bedside, although they were extracurricular reading materials outside the scope of textbooks, but Chen Ergou every day either made him recite "The 36 Heavenly Spirits" or "The Outgoing Letter", poor Zhang Sanqian had only just learned to read and write, but had to desperately gnaw on hard bones. Wang Hu felt sorry for the child and said to Chen Ergou, you let Zhang Sanqian, a ten-year-old child, skip grades and come into contact with primary school graduation level materials, I won't stop you, but what's the point of having him recite "I am a humble man from Nanyang" all day? Chen Ergou said, it may not make sense, but it has to be done, I just want to force-feed Zhang Sanqian with things that I think are useful, he is already lagging behind city kids by a large margin at the starting line, I won't let him lose to others for his whole life. Anyway, children from Zhangjiacun, apart from being able to endure hardship, can do nothing else.
Zhang Sanqian was beaming with joy, he really wasn't afraid of hardship. Wang Hu left the uncle and nephew completely speechless, so he stopped talking and let Chen Ergou stuff everything he knew into Zhang Sanqian's brain. The content was mixed, from hunting and dissecting rabbits to Peking Opera Erhu Xiaoqu, to academic knowledge that Chen Ergou had overheard, trying his best to teach it to Zhang Sanqian in a way that was easy to understand. If you say that Chen Ergou was like a sponge absorbing the essence of Shanghai in one year, then Zhang Sanqian was a parasite on Chen Ergou's body, extracting the essence of Chen Ergou's worldview and values system. But Chen Ergou seemed to have forgotten that he was a product of a medicine jar, with his body and mind both showing signs of being artificial. To some extent, understanding Zhang Sanqian might be like understanding a condensed or refined version of Chen Ergou. Whether this would bring good fortune or disaster in the future, only heaven knows.
Practicing calligraphy is tiring for the hands, playing the erhu is even more tiring for the hands, reading books and reciting by heart is tiring for the brain, practicing Bajiquan is tiring for the whole body. Every day when Chen Ergou blows out the light, Zhang Sanqian falls fast asleep, muttering in his dreams about "Little Li Guanghua Rong" and a string of names of Water Margin heroes.
Chen Ergou was initially interested in the gentle girl in the villa at Lingxiu Garden, but after secretly observing her for a month, she remained still and quiet with her side profile. Chen Ergou wasn't someone who could appreciate the subtleties of art from just a glimpse of her face or figure, and he didn't have a deep understanding of aesthetics. The more he looked, the more bored he became, and he eventually lost interest in her.
Chen Ergou knew that there was an old saying "when things are not fair, one should speak out", but writing poetry from a high vantage point was something that ancient scholars or modern-day artists and literary youths did. Chen Ergou regretted that even if he wanted to pretend to be profound, he didn't have the talent for it - his belly lacked ink, and he couldn't blame others for it.
Then Chen Ergou began to notice a certain owner who also occupied a detached villa. Chen Ergou thought it was hard not to notice, because that person raised dogs, and at one breath, he raised six of them, all foreign breeds. Wang Jiefang said they were two Alaskan Malamutes, two Australian Silky Terriers, and two Pitbulls. The owner was a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, who liked to wear casual clothes, and it was impossible to see any superior air about him. Even outsiders thought that the dogs were more intimidating than he was. He was kind to people, and when walking his dogs, even if he ran into Chen Ergou, this small shrimp security guard, he would still nod and smile sincerely. From every angle, he looked like a harmless good citizen who loved animals.
The man named Wei Duan Gong, who was registered in the property owner's register, had been mentioned by Wang Hu Sheng before. Because of a favor, he introduced Wang Hu Sheng to some big shots in Nanjing's business circle, and they specifically warned him that this man had connections, but didn't elaborate on what kind of connections. It seemed like there was something hidden. The businessman from Nanjing, who was somewhat famous, had only gotten a few bronze artifacts from Wang Hu Sheng a few years ago, so it wasn't a deep relationship. With some reservations, he didn't say much more about it, and Wang Hu Sheng and Wang Jiefang didn't pay much attention to it. People living in Shan Shui Hua Men Ling Xiu Garden were either rich or noble, so it was no surprise that someone like Wei Duan Gong lived there. What would be news is if he wasn't a big shot. But Chen Er Gou was very concerned because he understood dogs and had been with the four mountain guard dogs for over 20 years. He deeply understood what kind of owner raised what kind of animal. Although he didn't understand breeds like Pitbull or Australian Shepherd, the way the man's dogs looked at people made him think of a white bear that dared to challenge a black bear in the mountains. The more calmly and peacefully the man smiled while walking his dogs, the more uneasy Chen Er Gou felt. Because of the incident at the bar, Chen Er Gou had also met some rich second-generation and third-generation heirs like the woman in the cheongsam dress and Zhao Kunpeng, so when he looked back at Wei Duan Gong, who raised dogs, he became even more vigilant.
It is said that Wei Duan Gong usually lives in the Zhongshan Golf Villa, and Shanshui Huamen is just a place where he raises dogs. There are only twenty or thirty villas in total, but his villa always has two people living there, just to take care of those six purebred dogs. It's said that they earn 5,000 yuan per month, which makes Chen Ergou very envious. Every time he passes by the villa, Chen Ergou can't help but think of the white bear he buried and the black leopard left at Améi Restaurant. After walking far away, he has to squat under a tree to smoke a cigarette, which is a Nanjing brand that costs 11 yuan per pack, so he has to be frugal with his smoking. This makes Chen Ergou miss the happy times when he was in SD Bar, where he could drink and watch women without spending any money.
On that day, when Chen Ergou was on duty in the Shanshui Huamen area, an Audi Q7 stopped beside him. The window rolled down and a refined woman with a noble aura stuck her head out to ask for directions. She looked like she was around thirty years old, with delicate features and makeup, and a pair of sparkling earrings that seemed to be worth a fortune. Her refinement exuded an air of luxury that was dazzling and piercing. The address she asked about happened to be the villa of Wei Duan Gong, so Chen Ergou briefly told her the location. Due to his past experience with Zhu Ye Qing, he had a psychological shadow towards this type of woman and didn't want to get involved, fearing that if he didn't take advantage of the situation, he would only bring trouble upon himself. The woman seemed slightly impatient and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Get in, I'll have you show me the way."
Chen Ergou was very clear about his position, a security guard. So he didn't think much and opened the nearest car door to get in, but when he looked up, he saw a gloomy and beautiful face, "Get to the back seat, you're not qualified to sit in the front passenger seat."
Chen Ergou was stunned, self-deprecatingly closing the car door and finally sitting in the back seat, helping to guide the way with a clear mind. He wasn't thinking of directly slapping her or even more ruthlessly kicking this arrogant rich woman out of the car and dragging her into the depths of the forest for a good scolding. But reality was that he had to fulfill his duty as a security guard and send her to Wei Duan's villa. When they arrived at their destination, the Audi Q7 drove into the garage, but Chen Ergou found that the woman didn't seem to want to get out of the car. He couldn't just stay in the car either, so he jumped out and prepared to leave quickly. As soon as he got out of the car, two extremely large Alaskan snow dogs rushed over, followed by two vicious-looking pit bulls. To an outsider, it looked like these four dogs were going to tear Chen Ergou apart. The woman inside the car, who had been watching this scene unfold through the window with caution, couldn't help but turn pale. It seemed she wasn't too fond of dogs.
She doesn't mind Chen Ergou being bitten by these damn beasts and getting rabies or something, anyway that scoundrel Wei Duangong will definitely clean up every thorny thing she sees.
But the process was unexpected and the ending was also beyond reason.
The woman saw four dogs rush to the young man wearing a security uniform, but instead of pouncing and biting, they wagged their tails and fawned over him. She had always detested dogs, but she wasn't ignorant about them - after all, she had been with Wei Duan Gong for five years, who spent most of his free time breeding and fighting dogs. His Alaskan Malamutes were notoriously vicious, averaging an attack on a guest every six months, and the two Pit Bulls were even more ruthless, with rumors circulating that they had tasted human flesh. She didn't dare confirm the truth, but she knew Wei Duan Gong was capable of anything he set his mind to. So when she saw the young man effortlessly command the respect of both the Pit Bulls and Malamutes, as if they were Poodles, she was shocked, wondering if she had seen a ghost.
Chen Ergou whistled, a smile on his face as he squatted down to pet the heads of several dogs. Chen Ergou, with such a name, had been begging for food from Dashan for over a decade. If he didn't have the skill of communicating with dogs, he wouldn't be able to make a living. He never had any ulterior motives towards the dogs; in Chen Ergou's world, they occupied an unshakeable position. Those who entered the mountains and treated animals as mere beasts would suffer retribution. What Chen Ergou did was simply that even after leaving the mountains, he still didn't view animals as simple beasts.
Within two minutes, a Cadillac and a BMW 7-series drove into the villa together. A beautiful woman with a distinct temperament got out of each car, accompanied by several children. The last one was an old Santana sedan that looked like it could be directly scrapped, at least fifteen or sixteen years old. Wei Duan Gong and his driver got out of the car, and Chen Er Gou quickly stood up to brush past these people. Only Wei Duan Gong, who seemed to make many women willingly throw themselves at him, stopped in his tracks and smiled slightly at Chen Er Gou. After Chen Er Gou walked out for over ten meters, he finally withdrew his gaze. The elegant woman driving the Q7 looked thoughtful, subconsciously glancing at Chen Er Gou a few more times.
