Yu De Shun is known as the King of Feces, but in essence, he's just a young punk. These punks are often reckless and arrogant most of the time, but when they encounter a stronger opponent, they can be quite straightforward and humble, knowing when to concede defeat without losing face.

  Chen Zikong was a hero who had defeated Yu Zhongkui, and he knew famous friends like Du Xinwu and Xiong Xiling. How could he be his own opponent? So Yu Deshun really admitted defeat and recognized his mistake. He was willing to hand over the sewage system and even the sewage plant, but now others not only didn't take over his business, but also asked him to come out and clean up the "corruption". Although he didn't know what corruption meant, from the tone of the words, it seemed that they wanted to rely on this "king of feces" himself.

  "Go up the knife mountain and down the oil pan, you say one word, I, surnamed Yu, blink my eyes, and it's a turtle-breeding!" Yu Deshun swore, Chen Zikong smiled and said: "Really refreshing, Old Man Yu is indeed a straightforward person, I like it!"

  Yu De Shun was overjoyed and called out: "Wife, quickly prepare some wine and dishes, I'm going to have a drink with these two gentlemen."

  His wife pulled aside the curtain and gave him a glance: "The house smells so bad, how can you let others sit down to drink?"

  Normally, Yu De would have gotten angry at such a scolding, but today he was in an exceptionally good mood, so he didn't argue with his wife and instead said repeatedly: "Right, right, I'm slow, let's go eat at Zhengyang Building Restaurant, my treat!"

  A spear turned into a jade tally, Chen Zikun and Xue Pingshun naturally had nothing to say. They went out, hailed a car, and rushed straight to the Zhengyang Building Restaurant. They ordered a luxurious private room, selected a table of fine wine and dishes, and on this wine table, they began discussing the great matter of reforming the fertilizer industry.

  For someone like De Shun, Chen Zi-kong naturally wouldn't go into great depth; he only talked about how to improve transportation tools to prevent leakage, eliminate manure pits and maintain hygiene and other superficial issues.

  "Boss, it's not me saying this, but living in a big pile of dung at home isn't comfortable either. This feces is all toxic, and over time, the toxins will seep into your body, that's going to make you seriously ill. You should think about yourself, and also consider your descendants." Xue Ping offered advice from another perspective.

  "It's no wonder. Since our family, the Yus, got into this line of work, not a single male has lived past sixty. They all died from evil diseases or sudden deaths. It seems that's the reason."

  Chen Zikun said, "Then the old boss should take the lead in reforming the toilet industry. This not only concerns urban sanitation but also the great matter of the physical health of our Republic of China for thousands and tens of thousands of generations to come. It can't be taken lightly."

  No one had ever spoken to him about such a profound topic before, and for a moment, he suddenly felt a sense of sacredness, as if the weight of national affairs was already on his shoulders.

  "Second brother, I swear to you here and now that I will resolutely support the reform of the fertilizer industry. If I go back on my word, may heaven strike me with lightning!" Yu De Shun was solemnly swearing an oath at the dinner table, Chen Zi Kun and Xue Ping Shun exchanged a glance and smiled in understanding.

  "Boss, our factory is small and the profits are thin, we can't afford to keep so many people. The other day, in order to clean the toilets, we recruited twelve apprentices from the countryside. I think they're quite handy at this kind of work. Why don't you take charge of them?" said Chen Zikun.

  Yu De Shun readily agreed: "I don't dare to be in charge, they are all my younger brothers, as long as I have food to eat, they will not go hungry."

  This is a bit forced, the toilet industry is not like other industries, one radish one pit, the toilet is just that many, suddenly there are twelve more people, then it must squeeze out another twelve people, on the one hand, Chen Zikun introduced new people, on the other hand, they are their own hometown folks, both hands are flesh, Yu Deshun has a hard time, but can only agree to come down.

  Chen Zikun smiled and said: "Yu boss, are you a bit embarrassed?"

  "There is no nothing." Yu De Shun hastily waved his hand.

  "Haha, since we're family brothers, let's not be polite. I've already thought it through for you. This time, the Beijing feces industry reform isn't just a matter of your Yuji family. It will inevitably sweep across the entire city, and the original fecal paths will certainly be greatly disrupted and redistributed. The conservative and unprogressive fecal clique will definitely be eliminated. Hehe, if Old Master Yu is clever and bold enough, he'll become the true Feces King in the end."

  One word awakens the dreamer, and with virtue and vigor, he presents a magnificent scene in front of him. All the feces in Beijing return to Yu, who lies on a mountain-like pile of feces counting his money...

  "Benefactor, I bow to you!" Yu De Shun nodded and bowed.

  Yu Ge's words cut me down." Chen Zikun hastily came over to support him.

  Although they were always discussing big issues at the dinner table, the three of them still enjoyed their food and drink, and after finishing their meal, they went their separate ways to prepare.

  On the way, Xue Ping said: "Dakuizi, actually we don't need to cooperate with those surnamed Yu, relying on Director Xiong's help can package all of Beijing's fecal industry."

  Chen Zikong said: "In theory, it's like this. I've also considered this issue. Many things seem simple but are actually very difficult to operate. There are several thousand night soil workers in the capital who rely on this for a living. If we break their rice bowls, who will support them? If we recruit all of them, first, we don't have the prestige and second, we don't have the energy. To tell you the truth, I'm not interested in the feces industry."

  "So you chose to cooperate with Yu De Shun? In fact, finding someone else would be the same, maybe even better, such as Yu Ji's rival, Li Ji and Sun Ji, they are also famous in Beijing." Xue Ping Shun seemed to not understand why Chen Zi Kun chose to cooperate with Yu De Shun.

  "It won't work." Chen Zikong shook his head, "We've never had any dealings with Li Sun, can't talk to him, although we have some conflicts with Yu Deshun's side, but it's not a deep-seated hatred, on the contrary, it can make him know my weight, using both kindness and severity, the effect is best."

  Xue Pingshun smiled and said: "Dakuizi, you are mature beyond your years, with careful thoughts, you will definitely have a great future."

  Chen Zikun also smiled and said: "Uncle Xue, you're praising me too much. You have all these things in mind, and you're intentionally teasing me to say them out loud."

  ……

  The next day, Chen Zikun arrived at the Xiong residence as scheduled. Xiong Xiling took him to see Dr. Xiao Longyou at his clinic. When they arrived at No. 22 Bingmashi Alley, the place was already bustling with activity. The alley was filled with horse-drawn carriages, rickshaws, and carts, and people were queuing up from inside the courtyard to outside. The clinic's facade was not large, a typical Beijing siheyuan, with a row of tall and sturdy Chinese scholar trees in front of the gate. A wooden sign hung above the gate, about one foot square and three inches wide, with red background and green lettering, bearing the five characters "Xiao Longyou Clinic".

  Chen Zikong sighed and said: "So many people come to ask for medical treatment, it seems that Xiao Daifu's medical skills must be very impressive."

  Xiong Xiling said: "Xi Weng's medical skills in Beijing are unparalleled. When Yuan Shikai was critically ill, he was invited to diagnose and treat him. If not for the second son of Yuan's family being biased towards Western medicine and delaying treatment, it is possible that the current situation would still be the Hongxian dynasty."

  Although it was a joke, it also proved Xiao Longyou's superb medical skills. Chen Zikun couldn't help but feel confident about recovering his memory. Just as he was about to go and queue up for registration, Xiong Xiling said: "Zikun, we don't need to queue, just go in directly."

  As soon as the words fell, a person came out of the doctor's residence, smiling and said to Xiong Xiling: "Dr. Xiao is diagnosing a patient and cannot come to greet you in person, please forgive him, Mr. Premier. The two of you, please follow me."

  They swaggered into the courtyard, and those in line couldn't help but glance over, although they felt resentful in their hearts, there was nothing they could do about it. After all, these were high-ranking officials who had arrived by car, so it was normal for them to cut in line.

  Only after entering the courtyard did they realize that inside was a different world. The Xiao residence was composed of four siheyuan, divided into two large courtyards, east and west. The front house in the west courtyard was used as a medical residence, while the back house was the actual residence. Chen Zikun and Xiong Xiling were led to the back house, where they were treated with tea. Before long, Xiao Longyou arrived, and after some small talk, Xiong Xiling told him about Chen Zikun's condition, saying that he had fallen off a horse and lost his memory, asking if Doctor Xiao had any way to cure him.

  Xiao Longyu examined Chen Zikun from head to toe, asking him to stretch out his palms and tongue for inspection, inquiring if he usually had symptoms such as dizziness and blurred vision, and finally took his pulse.

  "This young friend's condition is very special. I see that his pulse is steady and strong, and there are no hidden diseases in his body. The problem should be in his brain." said Xiao Longyou.

  Xiong Xiling said: "Is there a way to cure it?"

  Xiao Longyu said: "My medical skills are shallow, I'm afraid I don't have this ability, but I do have a suggestion."

  "Please go on."

  "A heart disease needs a heart medicine. Going back to the environment where one lived in childhood and meeting old friends from that time may have an extraordinary effect."

  "Thank you, Xiao Dafu." Chen Zikong bowed his head in gratitude.

  "I'll give you another prescription, all of which are Chinese medicine to nourish the brain." Xiao Longyou picked up his brush and wrote out a prescription, Xiong Xiling took it and stood up to bid farewell: "There are many patients outside, we won't disturb you anymore."

  "Excuse me for not seeing you off." Xiao Longyou bid farewell with a bow, it was clear that he and Xiong Xiling had a good private relationship, neither of them mentioned the diagnosis fee.

  When he went out, Chen Zikun found a familiar face, who was Lin Wenjing's father, Mr. Lin Zhimin. His complexion had turned waxen and haggard, and he coughed from time to time, looking quite ill.

  Mr. Lin did not recognize the young man following behind Xiong Xiling as his former driver, who had just been dismissed. He still covered his mouth with a handkerchief and suppressed his cough as he slowly moved forward with the group.

  On the way back to the car after leaving the doctor's residence, Xiong Xiling said: "Zikun, since you used to study under Huang Feihong and Huo Yuanjia, let's start investigating your life from these two aspects. Now come with me to the photo studio, take two small photos, I'll send them to my friends in Guangdong and Shanghai, ask them to inquire, I believe it won't be long before the truth comes out."

  "Thank you, Master Xiong." Chen Zikun expressed his heartfelt gratitude. Among the many famous people he had met, it was Xiong Xiling who had been the most helpful. Others had only shown concern and offered a few words of advice, but Master Xiong had directly participated in his quest to uncover his past, working together with him as if they were old friends, even though they had only just met. How could he not be moved by this?

  He did not know that Xiong Xiling was more eager to find out about the young man's life, and what kind of relationship he had with his old friend Tang Caichang who died twenty-one years ago.