Taiyuan, Shanxi Province. The ancient saying goes: "A strong and powerful town, only the virtuous can inhabit it." From Xia, Shang, Zhou to Ming and Qing dynasties, this has always been a major battlefield for fierce fighting between the Han nationality and ethnic minorities. Therefore, people from Taiyuan have been accustomed to being brave and strong since ancient times, with an unyielding spirit of "Xue Wang coming out to surrender, but the people will not surrender."

  Taiyuan City, Xinghua Ridge District, a residential area with some age, only one balcony is filled with more than a dozen pots of various flowers and grasses. A few hanging orchids are particularly eye-catching, with the spirit of painting dragons and dotting the eyes. A girl wearing a white linen skirt stands on the balcony watering the orchid, her eyes closed, her face pale, a light smile on her face, without any conflict with the world. She doesn't look like a Shanxi woman at all, but rather resembles a gentle and elegant woman from Suzhou Jiangnan.

  Behind her stood a man about 1.78 meters tall, looking around twenty years old, with gentle eyes gazing at the girl. He wore a cheap T-shirt that could be bought for just over twenty yuan from a street vendor, and his shoes were ordinary unbranded tourist shoes. His pants were of an old-fashioned style, making him look like a country bumpkin even in a third-tier city. However, this man had something special about him that even an illiterate street food vendor could notice - he looked extremely refined and elegant, with the air of someone who had read countless books. But his thin, narrow eyes and tightly pursed lips betrayed the slyness deep within his bones as a native of Taiyuan. When this man's eyes sparkled with amusement, he was like a bottle of fine wine from North Mountain - intoxicating to behold. This kind of man, who combined both masculine and feminine qualities, would be absolutely irresistible to women if he held any power in his hands.

  He spoke softly, as if afraid of disturbing the girl, "Xiang Yu, I have to go to work."

  The girl turned around and showed a smiling face, saying: "You can't be fierce to students."

  The man smiled and said, "Okay."

  The man walked out of the two-bedroom, one-living-room house, squatted at the door to smoke a cigarette, and only then stood up. His nominal profession was an elementary school teacher from 9 am to 5 pm, which was also his childhood dream, just like his ancestors, who had naturally become successful without saying a word. However, ideals are ideals because they have not been realized. Nowadays, he does the same thing every day: leaving home at 8 o'clock sharp and returning home at 6 o'clock sharp, regardless of wind or rain. What he did in between, she would never know for her whole life.

  He rode an old motorcycle out of the residential area, bought two newspapers, Shanxi Evening News and Shanxi Market Guide, at the newsstand at the entrance of the community with some loose change. He finally stopped in a quiet alleyway, took out the half-pack of Red River cigarettes he had bought yesterday, hesitated for a moment but didn't smoke it. This cigarette cost 2 yuan and 5 jiao per pack, two packs a day, excluding meals, this was his biggest extra expense. The two newspapers were not included because they served another purpose, a secondary use. For a man who had been filled with books like "Zizhi Tongjian" since he was young, newspapers and magazines were very superficial ways to pass the time. After slowly finishing reading the two newspapers, he had walked around the nearby streets several times. Finally, he squatted down at the flowerbed in front of a restaurant across the street and smoked a cigarette, patiently waiting until 11 o'clock noon. A BMW 7 series stopped in front of the restaurant, four people got out, a family of three plus a driver. He chose a seat by the window to dine, about an hour later, the man with a big belly waved his hand to signal the waiter to pay the bill. At this time, the man who was squatting at the flowerbed reading the newspaper also stood up, put on a duck tongue hat, and quietly crossed the road to come to the outside of the restaurant. When he passed by the BMW 7 series, a little girl about ** years old ran out of the restaurant first because her shoelaces were not tied, she fell down. The man helped her get up, tied her shoelaces, looked up at the child who said thank you to him, and whispered: "Listen to your uncle's words, close your eyes, count to ten and then open your eyes."

  The girl was obedient and started counting, "One."

  At this time, a middle-aged couple walked out of the restaurant with the driver's accompaniment. The man stood up and started walking towards them, folding two overlapping newspapers into a cone shape in his hand. The burly driver saw the man holding the newspaper and protected the couple in front of him. The man did not stop his footsteps. Just as the driver was about to shout a warning, he was suddenly punched in the abdomen by the stranger with a left hook. A severe cramp followed, and for the first time, the special forces-trained driver realized that even the abdominal area, which was resistant to impact, could be hit hard enough to produce bitter water with just one punch. In the instant when he instinctively bent over to alleviate the pain, the calm man had already retracted his fist and, as they brushed shoulders, suddenly swung his left arm back and struck the driver's neck with a loud thud. The nearly 1.8-meter-tall man fell straight to the ground, unable to even moan, revealing the terrifying explosive force behind two simple movements.

  At this time, the little girl had only counted to "4".

  The middle-aged man was also a seasoned veteran of the business world, but this stranger appeared too suddenly and his methods were indeed sharp. His driver, who had been hired at a high salary, was once an elite member of Beijing's military reconnaissance team. Although he had become somewhat rusty from years of living a comfortable life, he shouldn't have been taken down so easily. Just as the middle-aged man was about to use his negotiation skills, he felt a chill in his abdomen and before he could even look down, the stranger had already covered his mouth with one hand. This big shot from Taiyuan's business circle didn't even have time to react.

  "Some people spend money to have you lie in bed for a year or two, and if they buy your life, it's just a matter of using a bit more force."

  “8。”

  A man who could knock people down with a newspaper pushed away a face that had turned the color of pork liver due to pain, and with one hand supporting himself on the street railing, he vaulted over it, displaying astonishing agility, then darted back and forth in the middle of the road like an eel, soon disappearing from everyone's line of sight.

  “10。”

  The little girl opened her eyes to find her father lying in a pool of blood, her mother wailing uncontrollably, and she even forgot to cry.

  The killer, wearing a duck-tongued hat, returned to where he had parked his motorcycle and put away the hat. He flipped over the specially made license plate, then put on a white shirt that he had prepared in advance. He started up the motorcycle and drove off into the distance. This was his part-time job - as long as someone was willing to pay him, he could help them get rid of their target's arms or legs. If it was a direct murder, he would have to charge extra. His current prices were 10,000 yuan for one arm, and 20,000 yuan for half a life, like the job he had done today. However, business was tough, and he couldn't take on too many jobs at once. After all, he was a native of Taiyuan, and rabbits don't eat the grass near their burrows. This had already broken his initial rules, but if he wasn't worried about his family's livelihood, he would have considered going back to his old ways and wandering around in the north. However, his family's situation was precarious, and he could only wait cautiously.

  He won't be back in the residential area until around five o'clock in the evening because he told Xiang Yu that he is an elementary school teacher.

  Under the shade of a tree in a park, he was idly passing his time, smoking and leaning against his motorcycle, gazing at the sky fragmented by dense leaves. This ancient city had accumulated too much sorrow and desolation, but as someone well-versed in history, he felt that his own life was not worth mentioning, so he never complained about heaven or others. He just thought it was worthwhile to quietly protect a dependent loved one, even if it meant sacrificing more, sinning more, bleeding and sweating more.

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  Chen Xiangyu, 16 years old, will be celebrating her 15th birthday in two days. Born blind, she considers it a blessing in disguise, thinking that never having tasted delicacies is better than having had them once and then losing the opportunity forever. Her parents passed away early, and her grandfather also died nine years ago, leaving no family photos behind. With only her brother by her side, they have managed to make it this far. If this is already considered a life worthy of sympathy, Chen Xiangyu would laugh and stick out her tongue, for she has been undergoing dialysis treatment since the age of 12. This illness may not be as terrifying as cancer, but it requires three sessions per week, every year, without fail. With 156 sessions annually, Chen Xiangyu, even as a blind person, can navigate the hospital with ease, making it her second home.

  Here is the translation:

  400 yuan for a single dialysis, Chen Xiangyu didn't finish school and isn't good at math, but she can use a simple method to add it up one by one. She knows how much of her brother's savings have been spent. She hasn't seen much of the world, just listening to her brother talk about stories every day and hearing strange things on TV. After watching many melodramas, she also understands that with her being a burden, it's hard for her brother to find a girlfriend. But Chen Xiangyu doesn't know what to do, die? Dying isn't too scary for her, but dying like this without dignity is unbearable. She feels too guilty towards her brother who has been through so much hardship over the years, and towards their grandfather who made him recite Liu Xiyi's "General's Song" in his last minute before passing away.

  He is a clever person who knows his own mind and said that as long as he lives happily, it will be the greatest reward for him.

  Chen Xiangyu, with a mobile phone hanging from her neck on a rope, was listening to the Central Channel's story about the Forbidden City. Suddenly, she heard a knock at the door and then dialed her brother's phone number. If it were her brother, he would definitely knock three times in a heavy-light-heavy pattern. He had instructed her that if it were strangers looking for him, she should tell them to arrive within 10 minutes, and not say or do anything else.

  Chen Xiangyao did as she was told, and there were no problems. Today, it was two men with northern accents. She said that they would arrive in ten minutes, then thought for a moment, served them two cups of hot water, and continued to quietly listen to the stories about the Forbidden City. Perhaps seeing her interest, one of the men, who didn't sound quite normal, started chatting with her about some strange stories and anecdotes about the Forbidden City, such as antique collectors and night guards. She listened with great interest, feeling that this man's way of speaking was similar to her brother's, both being very casual yet able to speak eloquently.

  "Is your brother named Chen Qingzhi?" After talking for half a day, the man finally couldn't help but ask a relatively uninteresting question.

  Chen Xiangyu smiled and nodded slightly.

  "My name is Wang Huren, and the one next to me is called Wang Jiefang. To be honest, neither of us are good people, but we definitely won't do anything that would harm you. This time we came to Taiyuan just to ask your brother for help." General Wang Huren, who had a middle part in his hair, spoke sincerely. Over the past month, he had traveled to over a dozen cities in three or four provinces, looking for people who could help him. He had found some people with only one arm and half a life left after washing their hands of the past, and others who had been sentenced to seven or eight years in prison, eating government rations. But there wasn't a single person who was still as fierce and arrogant as they were back then. In the end, he had found Taiyuan based on some faint clues.

  "What can I do for you? You may leave." Chen Xiangyu's brother, who had rushed back, said with a gloomy face, standing at the door and directly giving Wang Hu an order to leave.

  "I'm not going." Wang Hu said with a smile on his face.

  "Talk outside."

  Wang Hu did not refuse this time and followed Wang Jiefang to the door. The man gently closed the door and said coldly, "What brings you here?"

  "The mountain man has his own wonderful plan." King Tiger smiled slyly and said.

  "Others giving you a bit of face is their business, I don't want to stir up trouble now. You came from somewhere, just go back there."

  The man raised an eyebrow, narrowed his eyes, and his pupils seemed to grow longer and thinner. "I need money, but I'm not short of it. Not being beholden to others is my greatest principle in life. Also, I won't tolerate anyone threatening me. A few years ago, if some fool dared to show up in front of my sister, I would take it as a provocation and break one of his legs before letting him off. I'll count to ten, and if you're still here, don't blame me for not cherishing the little bit of sentiment we had in the past. Whatever happens next, you can seek revenge if you want, but I'm too lazy to care about how you, Wang Hu, found some arrogant backing. On my side, it's just two lives, and trading them for your entire family would be worth it."

  “1。”

  "Having enough money is one thing, but having more is even better. Who can't get along with money?" Wang Hu said with a frown.

  Already counted up to 3.

  "I know your sister is undergoing dialysis, as long as you come with me to Nanjing, I can provide the best medical treatment." Wang Hu proposed a seemingly tempting bait.

  “6。”

  "Are you willing to be a nameless small potato for the rest of your life? What happened to those of us who were once the lowest of the low, scattered soldiers and brave warriors, who dared to challenge Sun Dazhuang in Inner Mongolia with just one gun and no shirt on our backs? Are they dead or have they become women?! You damn Chen Qingzhi, what are you doing hiding here being a turtle?!" Wang Huzeng shouted.

  “10。”

  Then Wang Jiefang, who was closer to the man, was thrown down the stairs without any resistance. King Hu, who knew that as long as there were green mountains, there would be no fear of running out of firewood, ran downstairs without any backbone and grabbed Wang Jiefang, who had red eyes and wanted to go upstairs for a big fight, and kicked him hard, scolding: "Others can play with Sun Manbow for hundreds of rounds, but you're not afraid of losing face? Do you think you're Chen Fugui?"

  But as soon as the man turned around, Wang Hu's voice rose again: "You can ignore everything else, but don't you want to take back that family heirloom, Fei Yan's whip?"

  The man suddenly turned around and stared at Wang Hu's remaining.

  Wang Hu's hair stood on end as he involuntarily shrunk his neck and said, "The Chen family of Taiyuan, the Li family of Luoyang... I've also heard about the grudges between your two families. Old scores are etched in your heart, but I won't bring up these painful scars. I just want to tell you one thing: follow me back to Nanjing and give me a few more years, and there will be someone who can help you take back what belongs to the Chen family. Don't think I'm boasting; my temperament is probably clear to you - I'm a bit cunning and not very brave, but every word I say is as reliable as a swift horse."

  The man remained silent for a long time, and finally turned around to give an answer that made Wang Hu feel like he had been waiting for a long drought to be quenched by a refreshing rain, "If we were in Nanjing, I think you'd be playing with me. I'll break your tendons."

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  Nanjing Lukou Airport, Wang Hu Sheng led three people out of the airport and immediately saw Chen Er Gou standing next to an Audi A6. He waved his hand vigorously, carrying a large bag and small bags in his hands. Wang Jiefang was similar, while Chen Qingzhi and Chen Xiangyu, brother and sister, were very idle, showing how important Chen Qingzhi was in the eyes of General Wang Hu Sheng.

  "The hospital in Nanjing has been arranged."

  Chen Ergou got straight to the point, skipping all the pleasantries and small talk. In fact, he himself was not used to shaking hands and smiling at people as soon as they met. "Accommodation has also been arranged, temporarily staying at Shi Qingfeng's private club. Of course, if you have any dissatisfaction, feel free to speak up."

  This was the first meeting between Chen Ergou and Chen Qing, Chen Qing did not have a keen eye to observe that this young man had any outstanding qualities, while Chen Ergou also didn't see that this Taiyuan man who was blown by Wang Huzi was so magnificent, but instead felt that this man's lips were bright red and shocking, just like a strong scholar, and couldn't be connected with grave digging and killing at all, originally Chen Ergou thought that all the tomb diggers were similar to Wang Huzi.

  All the way he couldn't help but take a few more glances at Chen Xiangyu in the back row, and when they were about to arrive at Shi Qingfeng's place, he asked: "Can you drive?"

  "He can do anything." Wang Hu replied with a smile.

  It turns out that this Taiyuan man, apart from being able to drive a car, is also good at making people bleed profusely, and the fact is indeed so.

  Shi Qingfeng had two houses that were used for human habitation, which couldn't be simply measured by star ratings. After all, Wei Duan Gong dared to use this to entertain guests from all over the world, so he must have had some confidence. At first, Chen Er Gou didn't think of arranging Chen Xiangyun in a luxury apartment complex, but finally decided to settle her in Shi Qingfeng's private club. This caused a lot of criticism from Shi Qingfeng's side, because staying for one or two nights was no problem, but as a long-term residence, the treatment was too exaggerated. However, Chen Er Gou ignored Song Dynasty's expression and didn't hear Shi Qingfeng's internal complaints. So when Chen Qing saw the unimaginable ancient and elegant suite, saw her sister's excitement under Wang Hu's introduction to the various antique collections in the room, finally showed a smile for the first time, and also took a liking to the calm man named Chen Fusheng.

  According to Chen Ergou's arrangement, Chen Qing followed him into Zhongshan Golf, because he was the only one guarding a large villa. If something really happened, Chen Ergou didn't dare guarantee that he could take down several fierce opponents of the strong man level. Chen Xiangyu was taken care of by Wang Hu and Wang Jiefang, who took her to do hemodialysis three times a week. This way, both sides were completely free from worries. After saying this, Chen Qing just nodded.

  Driving from Shiqing Peak to Zhongshan Golf, Chen Ergou was thinking about his arch-nemesis Qiao Bazi's affairs. This month, Jiang Zifang found that car and followed the trail to Qiao Bazi's only son, Qiao Liu. This young man is not simple, he's a ruthless character who navigates both black and white worlds with ease. It's hard to start a business, but even harder to keep it going. After Qiao Bazi left, the Qiao family not only didn't collapse, but instead rose to new heights. The previously low-key Qiao Liu also emerged from behind the scenes. This rich second-generation proved that his ability to swallow an elephant was even more formidable than his womanizing skills. After spending over three months stabilizing the Qiao family's situation, he finally made a ruthless statement: he would play with Wei Dangong's women and daughters one by one.

  Today, Fang Jie received a distinguished guest from Shanghai at the Zhongshan Golf Villa. The man was Xia He, who had an ambiguous relationship with Zhou Jingyun. The conflict between the Wei and Qiao families could not be avoided by just a few words from the Fang family. Whether it was to muddy the waters or show favor to Zhou Jingyun's beauty, the Shanghai man, who was also the chairman of Pudong Development International, finally arrived at Zhongshan Golf in Nanjing.

  Arrived at the villa, stopped the car, and in the yard, Wei Chi old man teased the dog, glanced at Taiyuan man behind Chen Erdog, lowered his head and continued to interact with the dog.

  As soon as he entered, he saw a self-conceited man in the hall, dressed to the nines, with an air of superiority, leaning back on his chair, holding a cigar and talking loudly. Fang Jie, who was facing him, had a forced smile on her face, she had always been sensitive to smoke, but could only endure it. The seemingly frivolous mature man saw Fang Jie's helpless expression, from Chen Er Gou's perspective, he clearly had a hint of cunning satisfaction, this guy must have eaten the heart and lungs of a bear and leopard to dare come to the Wei family to show off his power, taking advantage of the situation to make a move?

  Chen Ergou rubbed his face and immediately put on a hypocritical smile. Chen Qing saw this interesting process, was stunned, smiled, and found the man who had deceived Wang Huzi into coming to Nanjing quite amusing, then followed him into the hall.

  "Aunt Fang, what's this?" Chen Ergou came to Fang Jie's side and asked in a low voice, waiting for her attitude to determine his next move.

  Fang Jie's mouth curled up into a cold smile, clearly fed up with this guy's pretentiousness. If she weren't constrained by her upbringing and the face of Zhou Jingru, she would have chased him away long ago. Now that Chen Erdou was back, she didn't even bother to continue talking nonsense with that person anymore. Moreover, she didn't want to lose face in front of Chen Erdou either. She said nonchalantly, "Your Auntie Zhou has invited a distinguished guest from Shanghai who is advising me to apologize to the Qiao family."

  "Oh."

  Chen Ergou dragged out a long tail tone, turned his head to look at the other person and said: "This gentleman, what is the relationship between Qiao Liu's little 2 and you? How much money did he reward you with, worth you running all the way to Nanjing to be a speaker?"

  Xia He was stunned, and Zhou Jingzhen, who had been awkward all along, was also frightened into stupidity.

  "You've got guts." Xia He smiled, his posture and tone were quite impressive, but the small movements of his hands didn't quite live up to the grandeur. As he moved his fingers, a lean, handsome man who looked like a bodyguard stepped forward from behind him, leaving Fang Jie and Zhou Jingru both at a loss for what to do. The former knew that Xia He's personal bodyguards were actually very capable fighters, while the latter understood just how fierce this man was, perhaps only Guo Qianyu had been able to take him down in the past when he was by Wei Duan Gong's side.

  Chen Er Gou took another step forward, and Chen Qingzhi also walked out from behind him.

  He saw that Chen Erdog didn't stop him, so he walked straight over and, at the cost of a hard punch, smashed his opponent into the large LCD TV on the wall. The guy was indeed an elite among elites in the army, gritting his teeth as he stood up. Before he could react, Chen Qingzheng launched a series of frenzied attacks that left Xia He Fangjie and even Chen Erdog stunned. As a result, the opponent was knocked out, along with the expensive LCD TV. After putting down his opponent, this man from Taiyuan to Nanjing, who hadn't arrived in just one day, stepped on the person's wrist, making a crisp cracking sound. That wasn't enough; he changed angles and also trampled the other hand. Finally, turning around to survey the scene, Chen Qingzheng dragged his struggling and wailing opponent, opened the glass door leading to the fish pond and patio, and threw him out.

  Xia He wanted to cry but had no tears, and didn't dare move a muscle.

  Fang Jie and Zhou Jingzhen stared at each other in dismay.

  Chen Ergou laughed brightly, thinking to himself, "Wow, I've made a fortune! Wang Hu's trick of bringing in such a fierce and powerful person as his underling has really paid off. He's so impressive, it's really giving me face."

  He had no idea how overbearing and ruthless this man from Taiyuan was on the road back then.

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