Chapter 21: Shooting Himself in the Mouth

  Wang Huren and Wang Jiefang were once again trounced by Chen Ergou and Zhang Sanqian, the "father-son duo" on the basketball court. Wang Huren was left panting heavily, his skin dark and his body lean, in stark contrast to Wang Jiefang's robust physique. It was no wonder that the noblewoman from Shanshui Huamen couldn't help but bat her eyelashes at Wang Jiefang while ignoring Wang Huren. Wang Huren glanced over at Chen Ergou, who was sitting not far away, and felt a bit stifled. Chen Ergou was not only accurate with his shots, but also held his own against Wang Jiefang in their one-on-one showdown. Little did he know that playing basketball had its similarities to playing zha jian (a type of Chinese martial art), and having mastered the latter made him almost unbeatable on the court. Moreover, Chen Ergou didn't think about how he had honed his skills by sparring with Chen Fugui under the simple basketball hoop in Zhangjiashan. Having practiced with Chen Fugui for so long, taking down Wang Huren and his brother was a piece of cake for Chen Ergou. Zhang Sanqian crouched on the ground, teasing Hei Chang, who was gradually establishing himself as the "Mountain Bandit King" under the Shanshui Huamen tree. Looking up at Chen Ergou with a smile, he asked cautiously, "Third Uncle, are you happy?"

  "Why aren't you happy?" Chen Erdou asked back.

  Zhang Sanqian shut his mouth, not daring to speak, fearing that he would provoke Third Uncle. He thought that in Zhangjiacun, although Third Uncle had not become a village cadre and did not have the money to build the most beautiful house, within a hundred miles of several villages, no one dared to point fingers at Third Uncle. It was true that Third Uncle liked to bow his head and go hunting in the mountains, but when dealing with Zhangjiacun villagers, who wasn't 10% resentful, 30% scolding, and 60% fearful? Now that they were in a big city, especially in Nanjing, being polite to Wei Duan Gong was understandable, but even Wei Dong Chong, that little yellow-haired girl, was riding roughshod over Third Uncle's head. This made Zhang Sanqian very angry. He didn't think Third Uncle needed to accommodate that kind of mediocre, not-even-very-beautiful little girl everywhere. If Third Uncle had taken a liking to her, Zhang Sanqian wouldn't say anything, after all, he also understood the principle of sacrificing small gains for bigger ones in the future. But the key was that Zhang Sanqian could see that Third Uncle didn't have any thoughts about her, which made this whole thing strange and inexplicable. So, he had been thinking about this big-but-not-big, small-but-not-small problem while sleeping these days.

  "Three thousand, I understand what you mean. Let me ask you a question: if it weren't for your wealthy uncle, when I was caught peeking at Widow Zhang bathing in Zhangjia Village, would Li the Cripple and that bunch of people who have always looked down on me just curse me a few times in their bellies? Or would they come to my house with weapons, shouting and threatening to break my dog legs?" Chen Ergou asked with a smile.

  "Third Uncle, you've been sneaking peeks at Widow Zhang from the village while she's bathing, but you've never gotten caught. I heard Rich Uncle say that it's because Widow Zhang intentionally lets you see her." Zhang Sanqian chuckled to himself.

  "Stop running, you little scamp! You're just a tiny kid who doesn't know squat!" Chen Ergou laughed and cursed, rewarding Zhang Sanqian with a chestnut. Except for his mother's and grandfather's graves, the only things in Zhangjiashan that could occasionally make Chen Ergou crack a smile were probably the basketball hoop built by the wealthy family, and Widow Zhang's deliberate half-concealment during her baths, striking poses to tease him. When she was 15 or 16, Widow Zhang's breasts were still quite perky, and when she turned around, it was like a fluttering white flower, shaking and quivering, making Chen Ergou's heart go soft. Luckily, the wealthy family's son was able to prop him up on his shoulders, otherwise, anyone's shoulders would have collapsed after half an hour of this.

  "If it weren't for Uncle Rich, those donkeys in the village might have really rebelled. Third Uncle, now that you mention it, I think about it again and realize that although everyone in the village thinks Uncle Rich is an idiot, many people are actually afraid of him in their hearts. Although they scold Third Uncle behind his back, no one dares to jump around at his doorstep. This shows that Uncle Rich is extremely formidable." Zhang San said with a look of sudden realization. Hei Chou perhaps heard the familiar nickname "Rich" and became instinctively excited, running very happily on the basketball court. After all, in the mountains behind Zhangjiashan, Chen Er Gou, Chen Fu Gui brothers, and Hei Chou formed an invincible golden partnership.

  "That's right, those people in Zhangjiacun are afraid of me. Some of them were spat on by me, and their wives were flirted with by me, but they can only smile wryly. Why? Because I have your wealthy uncle backing me up. It's the same at Shanshui Huamen. What kind of storm can a 14-year-old girl stir up? She can't compare to Hei Mangzi. But she has a father who taught you how to write, how to read the compass, and also taught San Shu how to be a person and do things. San Shu is 60% afraid of him and 30% respectful of him. Can't not leave a face for him, can't not look at his face to eat this bowl of rice in hand now. San Shu's small mind, you and Uncle Fu Gui know it's enough, can't let others see through it. San Qian, remember, once you leave Zhangjiacun, you can't just think about the one mu three fen land, just look at the sky as big as your palm, do you understand?" Chen Er Gou rubbed Zhang Sanqian's head and said with a serious tone.

  "Not quite understand." Zhang Sanqian was stunned, blinking his eyes.

  "It's okay if you don't understand, this is also Third Uncle's newly thought out great principle. When you get back, take some time to write it down, I plan to use it to educate my kids in the future. It's rare for mom to say something philosophical, it'd be a waste not to keep it as a memento." Chen Erdou grinned and said.

  Zhang San rolled his eyes.

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  A handmade Italian luxury large bed, a big red satin quilt was in disarray, two smooth **rose and fell, with endless spring scenery.

  The war between men and women in bed lasted for more than an hour, finally falling into a passionate curtain with the woman's almost frantic begging for mercy and pleasure.

  In the "Voice and Appearance" section of Li Yu's "Idle Thoughts", it is said that "the essence of a woman, only white is difficult to achieve". It can be seen that "white" has been an aesthetic view in ancient China for thousands of years, and in some sense, it belongs to the beauty of the nobility. This point was occasionally mentioned by Wei Duan Gong while drinking wine, and Wang Jiefang didn't have much feeling at first. Later, when he satisfied the noble woman's desire on a red silk bed, he lifted up the silk quilt to appreciate her slender figure that had not been ruined by childbirth and household chores. When Wang Jiefang saw her snow-white skin, he finally understood the meaning of Wei Duan Gong's words. This wealthy woman who liked to call him "dad" in bed was indeed exceptionally white. Afterwards, it became a kind of rosy whiteness that could stir people's hearts. Wang Jiefang leaned on one elbow, and his other hand slid over her buttocks, giving a light pat, which brought out a soft and seductive sigh. Wang Jiefang didn't look at her face, which was full of spring-like beauty, actually, he thought she wore too much makeup, which wasn't to his liking. He would rather focus on her chest and hips.

  "If it weren't for the fact that you're reluctant to leave the neighborhood, I have some easy and lucrative job opportunities that I can introduce to you right now. Are you interested? If you have ambitions to climb up, I can help you." The woman, full of satisfaction, was like a white snake that had been shaken several times, her whole body soft and limp, panting and gasping for breath, with eyes as silky as silk, allowing Wang Jiefang to play with her curvaceous figure that hadn't been ruined by childbirth or domestic chores. Her name was Jiang Liwen, and she always thought her surname was too common and her given name even more so, which is why she had initially refused to tell Wang Jiefang her real name, until the last time when Wang Jiefang brought her to climax four times in one night, and she finally revealed her three-character name. For her, saying out loud this plebeian name was far more difficult than stripping naked in front of Wang Jiefang.

  "Not interested." Wang Jiefang bluntly refused, and continued to caress her body.

  The woman smiled, and this was the reason she decided to have a long-term relationship with Wang Jiefang. He didn't show any ambition or desire that made her think he was uncontrollable. The most they did was go to bed together, which suited her original intention. After all, she didn't want to ruin her current life. Her family background was ordinary, and she had relied on her career to marry her current husband, who was a high-ranking executive at the time. She was very beautiful then and was pursued by many single men in the company, but she only had eyes for her future husband, who was just an entry-level manager back then. In the end, they got married and became a wealthy couple with a villa, sports car, and designer clothes. So, not only did she have a pretty face, but also a clever mind that knew how to invest. If it weren't for her husband's infidelity in having mistresses outside, she wouldn't have resorted to sleeping with Wang Jiefang either. The reason she wanted to introduce some sisters to Wang Jiefang was just to get more people involved. Wang Jiefang treated her as a plaything for his desires, and she wasn't foolish enough to think of him as her true love.

  Jiang Liwen knew about the existence of Wang Hu and Chen Erdou, and she looked down on those two men. In her opinion, poor people's circles are just poor people, and over time, their mindset becomes that of a poor person, and so does their thinking. Every day is either about being frugal or indulging in fantasies, only caring about survival, without any understanding of refinement. Their horizons gradually narrow to trivial matters like sesame seeds and green beans. Even if they have a bit of ambition, it will be worn away, and they won't achieve anything great in their lifetime. She wanted Wang Jiefang to be different from them, to stand out, but on the other hand, she hoped he would remain the same. After all, now she could easily get rid of him with just a few thousand yuan, and if Wang Jiefang became slightly successful, it would be harder for her to keep him as a dependent later on.

  Wang Jiefang didn't bother to study the mentality of the women he slept with, anyway, he didn't expect to rely on them to make a fortune. As long as the woman by his side could serve him comfortably and not be caught in bed, that was enough. She suddenly lowered her voice and said mysteriously: "Jiefang, I have something to tell you, something has happened to Jiucheng."

  "Nine thousand years old?" Wang Jiefang furrowed his brow.

  "It's Wei Duan Gong, from our neighborhood, we Nanjing people all call him that.

  Wang Jiefang let out an "oh" and remained expressionless.

  Currently, there are several Forbes-listed individuals who can withstand repeated investigations. Now, a rumor is circulating in Nanyang that Wei Duan Gong has died from self-inflicted gunshot wounds. The woman let out a sigh of regret, thinking that the Huang brothers and Wei Duan Gong were all men of their word, for whom right and wrong were secondary concerns. At her age and social status, few women were motivated by altruism and justice; most were driven by petty calculations and jealousy.

  "Kill himself by swallowing a gun?" Wang Jiefang seemed to have heard the most absurd joke. (To know what happens next, please log in, more chapters, support the author, support the genuine version!)