But unexpectedly, after Chen Zikun said this, the carters all refused to agree and shouted one by one: "How can that be, you are our boss, how can we let you suffer this humiliation."

  Xue Ping Shun said: "Taking money to do things, it's only natural. You're afraid of losing face by pulling a dog, but as the boss, Da Kunzi has to take action. Otherwise, breaching the contract would mean paying double the deposit."

  He said this because he couldn't stand the new drivers' lack of service awareness, but Chen Zikong didn't think so. He thought that since he had brought trouble upon himself, he should be the one to resolve it. One person does something and another takes responsibility, how can you shift the blame onto others?

  The carters pondered for a moment, and they all came to their senses. Pulling carts was the same as being a tenant farmer in the countryside. They were all working like oxen and horses. Even if the treatment at Ziguang Factory was good, the boss treated them like his own brothers. If it were another family, you wouldn't want to work there, and they would just tell you to "get out".

  "Boss, I'm going!"

  "I'm going! It's just pulling a dog, in the countryside I've even carried pigs!"

  They are now scrambling to go to the Yao family as servants, Chen Zikun said: "A word has been spoken and it is hard to chase after a team of six horses, my mind is made up, you all wash and sleep."

  ……

  The next day, Chen Zikun wore a short jacket and went to Yao Gongguan. The butler was already in a bad mood because he couldn't find Wang Zuoliang early in the morning, so he grumbled a few words when he saw another person from Zigongche Factory. Chen Zikun didn't argue back, only asking what arrangements there were for today.

  The butler said: "Our mansion has three cars, the old master and mistress each have one, no need for you to pull, buying vegetables also has a special rickshaw, no need for your help. How about this, you take Miss's dog out for a walk, run a few steps, rest a bit, and then pull it back."

  Chen Zikong readily agreed, and the housekeeper brought over Ah Bian, a stout crossbreed dog, a mix of a Pekingese and a Shih Tzu. Probably due to eating too well and exercising too little, it had a thick layer of fat, its tongue hanging out as it panted, its bright beady eyes staring at Chen Zikong.

  For some reason, Chen Zikun saw a hint of disdain in the dog's eyes and couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

  "Go ahead, remember to come back for lunch at noon." The housekeeper said, and put Ah Bian down.

  Ah Bing walked impatiently towards the door, first lifting his leg to pee on the wheel of the rickshaw, then shouting a few times at Chen Zikun before running off happily.

  "Mutt, you're teasing me!" Chen Zikong cursed under his breath and followed closely behind.

  After a while, the butler waited for Miss Yao to get up and went upstairs to report that the Zhiguang Car Factory had sent over a new driver.

  "Oh, what kind of person?" Yao Yile sat in front of the dresser, combing her hair while asking casually.

  The housekeeper stood outside the door and replied loudly, "He's a tall guy, like an electric pole, and he's quite clever, much better than that wooden head from yesterday."

  Yao Yile's heart skipped a beat, and she hastily asked: "Where is he?"

  "Miss Hui, take Ah Bian out for a walk."

  "Oh, come back and tell me later."

  "Yes."

  ……

  Chen Zikun took Ah Bian for a stroll around the neighborhood, and this dog, despite being chubby, ran quite fast. Before he knew it, it had slipped away, and Chen Zikun chased after it relentlessly. After much effort, he finally caught up to it, pinned it to the ground, pulled out the rope from his waist that he had brought from home, and tied it around the dog's neck in an attempt to lead it away.

  Ah Beng was furious, refusing to leave and baring his teeth as if ready to bite someone. Chen Zi-kun slapped him with a loud smack, after which he became obedient and was led away sniffling.

  Chen Zikun brought Ah Bian to a dog meat hot pot restaurant run by Koreans, where they saw countless mangy wild dogs locked in cages, rows of skinned dog carcasses hanging from the racks, blood flowing like rivers on the ground, piles of dog hides as high as mountains, and huge iron pots with gruesome dog skulls barely visible.

  Chen Zikong asked the dog meat soup pot partner: "Do you collect dogs?"

  The fellow glanced at Ah Bian with a sneer and said: "It's worth picking up, this kind of dog can only be sold for a few cents."

  Ah Bing was so scared that he trembled with fear, his two front paws tightly hugging Chen Zikun's thigh.

  ……

  It was almost lunchtime when Chen Zikun finally returned. The butler saw him and quickly went to report to Miss Yao, who was having a meal in the dining hall at that time. She pretended to be calm and said, "I know."

  After finishing dinner, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and casually strolled to the vicinity of the servant's quarters in the backyard. He caught a glimpse of Chen Zikun eating inside and took a closer look. This guy was the spitting image of Julian! Not only did they look alike, but their mannerisms and expressions were also identical!

  Miss Yao walked in and was about to strike up a conversation when she suddenly noticed Chen Zikun holding onto a leg of a charred, bright red animal and gnawing at it.

  "What did you eat?" Yao Yile asked.

  "Dog meat, dog leg meat." Chen Zikong said with a grin.

  Yao Yilei's face changed drastically, and she let out a sharp cry: "You ate Ah Bian!"

  The housekeeper and Ah Fu rushed over, seeing the young lady with a face full of anger and shock, while Chen Zikong was completely nonchalant. He immediately picked up his things and shouted: "You little scoundrel, you dare to provoke my family's young lady? Are you looking for death?"

  Chen Zikong said slowly: "You big families can't bully people either, how did I offend your family's young lady?"

  "Give me back my Ah Bian! You ate my Ah Bian!"

  Chen Zikun sneered: "Miss, your imagination is really rich. Where's Ah Bian from your family?"

  As he spoke, Ah Bian kicked his foot under the table, poked out his sly dog head, and hummed twice at Miss Yao, but still obediently lay under Chen Zikun's feet, not daring to move, and fawned on his shoes with both front paws in a flattering manner.

  Miss Yao let out a sigh of relief, then became furious. If it were an ordinary person who played such a prank on her, she would have been beaten up long ago. But facing Julian, she couldn't even get angry, and with a straight face said: "My family doesn't allow eating dog meat."

  Chen Zikong said: "Pulling a rickshaw is hard labor, if you don't eat some meat and fish, the service girls won't have any energy."

  This is a bit absurd, among the tens of thousands of rickshaw men in Beijing, who isn't eating steamed buns for lunch, why do you, Chen Zikun, have to eat meat?

  At that time, Guan Jia and Ah Fu were so angry that they rolled up their sleeves ready to fight, waiting for Miss's word.

  But Yao Yile said: "Housekeeper, from now on, give him two catties of cooked beef for every meal."

  Two catties of cooked beef, even the wolf-like dog at home doesn't get this treatment. The butler was shocked, but had to follow orders.

  "After dinner, go upstairs, I have something to ask you." Yao Yile threw out a sentence and was about to leave, but suddenly remembered something and stopped to shout: "A Bian, come here!"

  Ah Bing didn't dare move, raised his head and gazed at Chen Zikun with a sorrowful and pleading look in his eyes, wagging his tail to beg for his approval.

  "Go." Chen Zikong said.

  Ah Bing then ran over and followed Yao Yile upstairs with a pitter-patter.

  ……

  Chen Zikun finished his meal and followed the butler upstairs to the second floor, stopping in front of Miss Yao's bedroom door. The butler called out: "Miss, he has arrived."

  The door opened and a 15 or 16 year old maid came out, sent the housekeeper away, led Chen Zikun into the boudoir, and then went out herself, carefully closing the door behind her.

  Yao Yile's eyes were fiery as she gazed at Chen Zikun, "Tsk tsk, even in laborer's clothes, you still look like that. I knew it, you can't bear to part with me."

  "Miss said what, I don't understand."

  "You're still pretending, you're Julian, you lied to me that you went south, but actually stayed in Beijing undercover. You think I don't know? Let me tell you, I've seen many detectives like you, your spy tricks, I'm familiar with them."

  "Miss, I'm not surnamed Zhu, I'm surnamed Chen." Chen Zikun continued to pretend.

  "Alright, you won't say it, I'll find a way to make you talk, get out."

  After Chen Zikun left, Miss Yao smiled slyly and said: "I know you revolutionaries deceive your parents on the top and deceive your wives and children at the bottom. But I'm not easy to fool, right, Ah Bian?"

  "Woof, woof."

  "Come here." Miss Yao called over the little maid and instructed her to invite her own bodyguard up.

  The wealthy and powerful families usually keep some bodyguards with extraordinary skills, the Yao family is no exception. In addition to the four armed guards from the Ministry of Transportation, there is also a skilled martial artist in the mansion. He came to the door of the young lady's room and asked politely: "Is there anything I can do for you, miss?"

  Yao Yilei said: "You help me find a few people, must be highly skilled in martial arts and unfamiliar faces, to teach the new carriage driver a lesson."

  The martial artist hesitated: "This... is probably..."

  Miss Yao sneered and gave a signal to the little maid, who handed over a silver ingot. The martial artist immediately changed his tone: "Leave it to me, I know some good hands, all of them are famous heroes in Beijing. Miss, do you want to disable him or take his life?"

  "Just give him a bloody nose and swollen face, don't hurt his bones." Miss Yao said lightly, but in her heart she was secretly cursing, you broke my family's Julian, can you afford to compensate?!

  The martial artist finally felt at ease. Earlier, he was just bragging and didn't actually fight to the point of killing or injuring anyone. If that had happened, the police would have investigated and he wouldn't have been able to bear the responsibility.

  "You go and arrange first, let the housekeeper tell you the specific time and place, after it's done, I'll reward you with another 100 yuan."

  "Hmph." This martial artist was still a Qigong practitioner, and after a thousand moves, he went down.

  Yao Yilei's face broke into a smile: Let you pretend, this will put you back in your place.

  ……

  Yao Gong's martial arts friend invited friends to a small wine house, ordered a pot of Erguotou and six meat dishes, drank several cups, and told the story. The friend patted his chest and guaranteed that he would definitely handle the matter properly.

  The martial artist's friend was also a practitioner, with a cowhide copper-headed strap tied around his waist, green satin tiger-step boots on his feet, and a nine-section whip-like sharp instrument tucked into his body. His bones were prominent, his eyes shone brightly, his voice was like a bell, and his whole body exuded a strong and efficient aura.

  "Big brother has spoken, dare not obey, absolutely fix that little brat a good beating." The friend picked up his wine cup.

  "Cheers!" The martial artist also raised his wine bowl, and the two of them downed their drinks, showing each other the bottom of their bowls, and laughed in mutual understanding.

  "This job is done, and this amount is unavoidable." The martial artist stretched out three fingers.

  "Hmm, beating someone up is worth 30 bucks, no wonder you're a rich family's young lady, so generous! Thanks, big brother, let's go again."

  "Alright then, let's drink and be brothers!" The martial artist also raised his wine cup with a hearty smile.

  ……

  The next day, the housekeeper arranged for Chen Zikun to go to a nearby alley to deliver a letter. Chen Zikun didn't suspect anything and took the letter with him. When he arrived at the place, he checked the door number, went up and knocked on the door. A man opened the door, took the letter but didn't look at it, and said to Chen Zikun: "You come in, there's a reply for you to take back."

  Chen Zikong entered the yard, and saw a bench in the yard. On the bench sat a good fellow with a big knife, wearing a short training suit of the Thirteen Taibao, neat boots, wrist guards, and a belt. He was bald-headed, with a pair of eyes that seemed to be fierce enough to eat people.

  "Hey, isn't this Yan Zhiyong, the senior brother of Qitian Martial Arts Hall?" Chen Zikun smiled and said.