Orange Age

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1-1 The King Returns
In the early hours of the morning, Liu Ziguang stepped out of the Jiangbei City train station. The starlight twinkled against the dark sky, and the dim yellow light bulbs above the exit cast his tall figure onto the square. Passengers poured out of the exit, and taxi drivers and hotel staff swarmed around him like flies, but no one paid him any attention, this migrant worker. Only a few middle-aged men holding signs weakly called out to him: "Long-distance bus to X County, Y County, get on and we're leaving."
Liu Ziguang strode along the streetlights, his heart filled with mixed emotions. Eight years had passed; he was finally back. He wondered if his home was still there, if his parents were alright, if their hair had turned white, and how they were doing. Thinking of these things, he quickened his pace.
When he was still some distance from his home, Liu Ziguang suddenly stopped and his gaze fell on a street cleaner. She was an elderly woman with gray hair, wearing work clothes and arm sleeves, sweeping the road. Last night, for some unknown holiday, there was trash everywhere on the ground. She would occasionally bend down to pick up beverage bottles and waste paper and stuff them into a snakeskin bag. It seemed that her back was not very good, and each time she bent over, it was very difficult.
Suddenly, a low call came from behind: "Mom!" She paused, her hands busy with the trash, then shook her head, sighed, and continued her work. The voice rang out again. This time, the old woman didn't doubt her ears. She slowly turned around, and in the darkness stood a familiar figure. The old woman couldn't believe her eyes and said in a trembling voice, "Xiao Guang, is that you?"
"It's me, my son is back!" Liu Ziguang rushed over. His long years of military service had forged the once frail boy into a hardened man. For eight years, he had shed blood and sweat, but not a single tear. But at this moment, tears streamed down his face, and this tough man cried like a child.
His mother also wept uncontrollably, hugging Liu Ziguang tightly. Her son, missing for eight years, had finally returned. The days without hope had finally been rekindled with a new light of hope. For eight years, she had struggled and waited for this moment. The old woman held her son tightly, afraid to let go, fearing it was all just a dream.
The son was darker and thinner, but much stronger than before. Touching the well-developed muscles on his son's arms, the old man finally smiled with relief: "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."
Sometime later, the streetlights went out, and a red sun broke through the dawn; it was daylight.
...
Liu Ziguang's home was located in the city's notorious "High Slope," a dirty and chaotic shantytown. Due to various historical issues, it had never been demolished. After helping his mother pull the cleaning cart home, he discovered that the yard had changed a lot. Many families had added two or even three stories to their houses. This was because the area was about to be demolished; adding a story would increase the area and earn more compensation. His own house, however, remained the same: two low, single-story rooms with a small kitchen made of asbestos tiles outside.
Unlocking the door, a musty smell hit him. Because the sunlight was blocked, the house was naturally dark and damp. The furnishings were exactly as they had been eight years ago, even his tiny three-square-meter bedroom remained unchanged. A blue floral sheet covered the bed, and his clean leather shoes lay under it, clearly polished regularly.
"Xiaoguang, are you hungry? Mom will light the stove and cook for you," his mother said, opening the coal stove door and replacing a coal briquette with tongs.
"Mom, I'm not hungry. Don't bother. Where's Dad?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"He's working the night shift at Zhicheng Garden nearby and hasn't come home yet. I almost forgot. Call him on his cell phone and tell him to come home," his mother said.
Mom picked up the phone and dialed for a long time before finally getting through. After a few "hellos" and a couple of "uh-huhs," she put down the phone and turned around, her face full of anxiety: "Your father was beaten up at work and is in the hospital in emergency care. What should we do?"
Liu Ziguang calmly said, "Mom, don't panic. Let's take some money to the hospital first. Saving him is the priority."
Mom took out a small faux leather bag from deep inside the cabinet, took out a thin stack of money and two bankbooks, her eyes reddening again. She nervously muttered, "Please, please don't let anything happen. Our family really can't take any more trouble." Her legs felt weak as she spoke. Over the years, the elderly couple had relied on each other, supporting each other through hardship. If the old man collapsed, the pillar of their family would crumble.
A pair of strong hands supported the mother.
"I'm here for you. Nothing will happen," the son's firm voice rang out, like a shot of adrenaline for his mother. Yes, her son was back. What was there to be afraid of? No matter how bitter or difficult things were, her son was there to support her.
The mother packed a bundle containing essential hospital items such as a thermos, lunchbox, chopsticks, spoons, and a change of clothes, handed it to her son to carry, and the two locked the door and hailed a taxi to the emergency department of the city's First Hospital.
Outside the emergency room, two middle-aged men in black security uniforms were smoking. Seeing Liu Ziguang and his mother approach, they quickly came forward: "Sister-in-law, you're here."
The mother asked anxiously, "Where's Lao Liu?"
"He's inside. He's had an X-ray and just entered the resuscitation room. The company manager also notified us. He'll be here in a bit, sister-in-law, please don't worry..." The father's colleague threw away his cigarette butt and quickly accompanied the mother into the emergency room, without asking who Liu Ziguang was.
The emergency resuscitation room door was tightly closed, and doctors and nurses wearing masks were busy inside. The mother, afraid of delaying the doctors' treatment, stood at the door, hesitant to go in. The father's colleague, holding the X-ray film, quietly explained the situation.
“Old Liu works the late-night shift until dawn. Our community has two gates, one for entry and one for exit, for management purposes. Around 5 a.m., a BMW blocked the exit and insisted on going in. Old Liu went to persuade him, but the guy was drunk and kicked Old Liu to the ground. He then took out a steering wheel lock and started hitting Old Liu repeatedly. If we hadn't arrived in time, it wouldn't have been just a broken arm.” Hearing
that her husband had been bullied and beaten like this, the mother's tears fell again: “Old Zhang, Old Li, thank you so much. I'll give you back whatever money you paid.”
Old Zhang said, “Sister-in-law, don't be so formal. Old Liu was injured on duty, the company will reimburse him. Besides, we've already called the police, this time he has to pay us tens of thousands of yuan.”
“Where does the assailant live and what's his name?” Liu Ziguang suddenly interjected.
Old Zhang looked at Liu Ziguang suspiciously: “This is…”
“This is my son,” the mother introduced.
"Oh," Old Zhang nodded, sighing, "That guy's a big businessman. He drives a champagne gold BMW SUV in and out. He lives in building sixteen, but I don't really know which apartment. He's no pushover; the couple are really fierce. We usually avoid him. It's just that Old Liu is stubborn and insists on going against him. He's asking for trouble."
Liu Ziguang was furious, his fists clenching so tightly they cracked. He didn't blame Old Zhang or Old Li. These two security guards, nearing fifty, were like his father—laid-off workers, just trying to make a living. Who would dare to go against a local thug?
"Mom, you stay here and keep watch. I'll be right back." Liu Ziguang said, turning to leave.
"Xiaoguang, where are you going? Come back quickly!" By the time his mother chased after him, her son had already disappeared.
...
At Building 16 of Zhicheng Garden, only a few cars were parked in the parking spaces downstairs. Among them was a champagne gold BMW X5 SUV, arrogantly blocking two parking spaces.
Liu Ziguang looked through the driver's side window. The car was empty. A thick steering wheel lock was fastened to the steering wheel, and strangely, there was a huge "S" logo in the center of the steering wheel. What a load of rubbish, a BMW SUV! It was clearly a modified Shuanghuan SCEO.
Liu Ziguang punched the car, leaving a deep dent in the door. The knock-off BMW screeched to a halt, its alarm blaring throughout the neighborhood.
Liu Ziguang looked up and around; no one was peering out from the sixteenth building. He punched again, deforming the hood. The alarm sounded once more, and this time a window opened, revealing a chubby, red face. Due to the angle, the face didn't see Liu Ziguang, so it simply pressed the remote key, stopping the alarm abruptly. The chubby face then disappeared back into the window.
Liu Ziguang located the apartment, went straight up to the eighth floor, and rang the doorbell.
After a while, there was no response from inside. Liu Ziguang patiently rang the doorbell again. Finally, a roar came from inside: "Can't a person get any sleep?! What do you want?"
Liu Ziguang said in broken Mandarin, "I'm from the property management company. The neighbors complained about your car disturbing the peace..."
The security door suddenly opened, and an angry fat man stood in the doorway, reeking of alcohol and looking impatient: "Are you done yet?!"
Without saying a word, Liu Ziguang grabbed the fat man's head and yanked him out, then shoved him hard into the hallway. The fat man's slipper flew into the air and crashed into the wall, instantly bleeding profusely.
Liu Ziguang stepped forward and stomped on the fat man, coldly asking, "Did you injure the security guard at the entrance of the community?"
"You...who are you?" Before the fat man could react, Liu Ziguang stopped asking and stomped down, shattering the fat man's right ankle with a crack. The pig-like scream echoed far and wide, lingering in Zhicheng Garden for a long time.
Liu Ziguang asked again, "Which hand did you use to hit him this morning?"
The fat man finally understood; someone had come seeking revenge. Knowing better than to fight a losing battle, he groaned, "Stop hitting him! How much money do you want?" The fat man was no longer the arrogant man he had been. His floral pajamas were open, revealing his bulging belly, and his face was smeared with snot, tears, and blood. His voice was trembling with sobs; he looked utterly pathetic.
"Left hand or right hand?" Liu Ziguang asked gently, as if he weren't about to break the man's arm but rather playing a riddle.
"Murder! Help!" A burly woman rushed out of the room. She had a face full of scars, dark eyeshadow, and newly tattooed eyebrows that looked like two thin black worms crawling over her triangular eyes—she was clearly not a kind person.
The woman lunged at Liu Ziguang, brandishing her claws and teeth. Liu Ziguang didn't even look at her, simply kicking her back into the room. He continued questioning the fat man, "If you don't answer, I'll assume it's two hands."
"Right...no, it's the left hand, neither of them, please spare me!" The fat man burst into tears, glistening snot flowing into his mouth, his yellowed, stained teeth exposed in broad daylight—a truly disgusting sight.
Liu Ziguang remained unmoved. He stepped on the fat man's right elbow, grabbed his forearm, and twisted it sharply at the elbow. With a crack, the arm dangled at an unbelievable angle.
This time, the fat man didn't scream; he simply went into shock.
"Municipal Hospital Emergency Room. Take some money to see my father, or I'll break your husband's other arm and leg too," Liu Ziguang said to the terrified woman in the room, then turned and stormed off.
Half a day later, the fat man finally woke up slowly. The sound of the ambulance outside grew closer and closer. The shrewish woman knelt beside him
, crying, "Husband, call the police." "Calling the police is too easy on him. Call Qiangzi, quick," the fat man said weakly.
1-2 Hospital Show of Power
Liu Ziguang rushed back to the hospital, but stopped abruptly at the emergency room door. Through the glass door, he could see his father lying on the hospital bed, his arm in a splint, his head wrapped in bandages, his face pale and haggard, his gray hair peeking out from between the bandages.
His father was old. He would no longer ride his old bicycle to the zoo with the family like he did twenty years ago, nor would he teach him to play ball and swim like he did fifteen years ago, nor would he skillfully repair the tricycle he used for his stall like he did eight years ago.
Now, he was just an old man, an old man who needed care, yet he still used his frail shoulders to hold up the sky for this family, sheltering them from the wind and rain.
"Are you going in or not?" the emergency room nurse scolded, standing behind Liu Ziguang with a tray.
This guy was so strange. He wore an outdated gray polyester suit, looking incredibly dowdy, yet he still had long hair that reached his shoulders. He just stood there blankly at the emergency room entrance, head down, refusing to go in. Wait, he seemed to be crying; there seemed to be something glistening in the corner of his eye. The kind nurse quickly covered her mouth.
The man suddenly looked up, and there was no trace of crying on his face. A cold, handsome face, a strong, straight nose, wild, untamed eyes, and tightly closed lips all exuded a powerful masculine aura, making the nurse's heart skip a beat for no reason.
The emergency department is the face of the hospital, and all the nurses are handpicked—tall, good-looking, and highly skilled. This young nurse was no exception; tall and graceful, she had a whole class of suitors. Having seen countless handsome men, she couldn't deny that this guy wasn't particularly good-looking, yet he somehow made her heart flutter and she didn't know why.
Liu Ziguang stepped aside slightly, gentlemanly opening the door to let the young nurse go in first, before following her in.
The father had already heard from the mother about Liu Ziguang's return, but seeing his son after eight years of separation, he couldn't help but burst into tears, holding Liu Ziguang's hand, speechless.
Father was a strong man; aside from seeing him shed tears when Grandma passed away, this was the first time. Holding his father's hand on the hospital bed, Liu Ziguang's nose stung, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Dad, I'm back."
Mother couldn't help but wipe her eyes as well, but still said, "Don't cry, both of you. The doctor just looked at the X-ray and said it's not serious. Your father's boss, Director Ling, came and gave us two hundred yuan as a condolence payment. We'll pay the expenses first, and we'll reimburse them when we get the invoices at discharge." As she spoke, she took out a large roll of toilet paper, tore off two pieces, and gave them to the father and son to wipe their tears.
The young nurse, who was helping Father change his IV drip, also reassured him, "Grandpa has a compression fracture in his lower back and a linear fracture in his hip. It's just a crack in the bone, not an open or comminuted fracture. He's already in a splint, so it's not a big deal. Don't worry."
Liu Ziguang nodded to the young nurse, "Thank you."
The young nurse's heart suddenly pounded again, and as if afraid of being discovered, she hurriedly picked up the stainless steel tray and left.
Suddenly, a screeching sound of brakes rang out. A bright blue Mazda 6 five-door hatchback pulled up in the parking lot in front of the emergency room. All four doors opened simultaneously, and four young men jumped out. They all had buzz cuts, wore sunglasses, tight-fitting V-neck shirts, thick, gleaming gold chains around their necks, Adidas sneakers on their feet, and carried small bags. Their arms were tattooed with dragons and tigers, making them look like troublemakers.
The emergency room door was kicked open with a bang, and the young man in the purple t-shirt arrogantly shouted, "Where are the security guards from Zhicheng Garden?"
"What are you yelling about? Get out!" The nurse who had just reached the door wasn't afraid of them and shouted sternly.
"None of your business, get out of the way!" The man in the purple t-shirt chewed gum, his eyes scanning the emergency room lobby. There weren't many patients in the emergency room that morning, and his gaze soon settled on Liu Ziguang's family.
"Brother Qiang, isn't that the guy your brother-in-law was talking about, the one in the suit?" another young man said, pointing at Liu Ziguang, who was wearing a gray polyester double-breasted suit.
The man in the purple t-shirt took off his sunglasses and spat his chewing gum on the ground: "Damn it, he's just a migrant worker, beat him up!"
Seeing the situation was bad, the nurse quickly pulled out her phone and dialed 110.
The elderly couple understood what was going on. Their son must have gone to seek revenge, and now these thugs had come knocking on their door. Judging by their attire, they were gangsters. What were they going to do? The mother shoved Liu Ziguang hard, her voice trembling, "Xiaoguang, run!"
Liu Ziguang calmly stood up and reassured his parents, "It's alright, it'll be over soon." As he spoke, he walked towards the four thugs.
Three thugs surrounded him in a triangular formation, attacking without a word. Liu Ziguang kicked the first man in the shin, sending him sprawling to the ground with a sharp crack. He then delivered a side kick to the man on his left, sending him flying and crashing through two emergency beds before coming to a stop. Immediately, Liu Ziguang pivoted on his left foot, spun around, and swept his right leg across the face of the man on his right, instantly knocking him down as well. The 1.8-meter-tall man collapsed onto a nearby trolley without even a groan, his hemostat, gauze, syringes, and other supplies scattering across the floor.
The nurse's shout had attracted several other nurses from the emergency room, who witnessed the entire scene. All four nurses were stunned. Such spectacular skill only appeared in movies—three men taken down in under ten seconds using only his legs, and the protagonist was a handsome man with flowing long hair! Especially when he performed his spinning side kick, his long hair danced—it was absolutely cool!
Not only were the nurses' mouths agape in disbelief, but the man in the purple t-shirt was also dumbfounded, watching helplessly as the migrant worker approached and grabbed him.
"Qiangzi, right? Come here, let me tell you something." Liu Ziguang grabbed Qiangzi by the back of the neck and led him to the restroom. Qiangzi's face turned pale, and he dared not utter a word.
Once inside the restroom, Liu Ziguang made Qiangzi stand against the wall before asking, "Where do you hang out?"
Qiangzi replied, "I often hang out around the north bank of the dike. I don't know what you do for a living, brother."
Liu Ziguang slapped him across the face: "I ask you a question, so you answer! You dare to ask me a question back, damn it!"
Qiangzi covered his face, speechless. Liu Ziguang said, "Was it that fat guy who sent you here?"
Qiangzi dared not speak and could only nod.
"Fine, we'll settle the score with Fatty later. First, let's talk about you. What the hell are you doing bringing three people here? Tattooing dragons and tigers, do you think you're Hung Hing or something? What if you scare an old man like this? This is serious, you need to give me an explanation."
Qiangzi stammered, "Brother, I was wrong, okay?"
"No, be quick, hand over a million dollars, and I'll let you off the hook for now." Liu Ziguang said, bending the water pipe next to Qiangzi. This wasn't a PVC pipe, but an old-fashioned galvanized steel pipe. Qiangzi was quite frightened, thinking to himself that even if you're asking for a fortune, you can't be this ruthless. But he didn't dare to say anything, stammering, "I didn't bring that much." As he spoke, he opened a leather handbag with an alligator logo, took out a stack of money, estimated to be six or seven thousand dollars.
Liu Ziguang grabbed the money and pulled out the Mazda 6's keys as well: "Imprison the car. You can return it when you pay the ransom. Get out of here."
Qiangzi was almost crying: "Brother, this car isn't mine!"
"Stop talking nonsense, pay up to redeem the car, and get out of here!"
Qiangzi scrambled out of the restroom, only to see a male and female uniformed police officer approaching. Their black leather belts carried a full set of police equipment. The female officer pointed at Qiangzi with her white-gloved right hand: "Stop. I'm talking to you. Stand still."
Qiangzi quickly stopped. The middle-aged male officer scanned the room and asked, "Who reported this?"
The nurse said, "I reported it. There was a fight just now..."
"Who fought?"
“This nurse is mistaken. No one was fighting. They're here to deliver medical fees.” Liu Ziguang appeared casually, a double-breasted polyester suit draped over his shoulders, revealing a Benetton t-shirt underneath. A belt was casually tied around his waist, his long hair flowing freely. He was composed and incredibly dashing. The other three nurses had completely become Liu Ziguang's fans, huddling together and murmuring, “So handsome.”
“Who are you? Show me your ID.” The female police officer who had accompanied the older officer on the mission remained unmoved, coldly questioning Liu Ziguang.
“Officer Wang, this is my son, Liu Ziguang. He just came back from working away from home,” Liu Ziguang's father said from his hospital bed. Officer Wang,
the older male officer, was the local police officer in charge of the area. He knew Old Liu and suddenly realized, “Oh, so it's your son who's been gone for eight years. No wonder I vaguely remember him; there's a photo in the station's file.”
“Was it you who were fighting just now?” the female police officer continued.
"No, no, we didn't fight." Qiangzi casually replied. The policewoman had two stripes on her shoulder insignia, clearly a trainee. If it weren't for the veteran officer, Qiangzi wouldn't have bothered with her at all.
"Then what happened to these three people?"
"They bumped into each other."
"Nonsense! Try bumping into someone yourself."
"Xiao Hu, forget it. Since everything's alright, let's go back." The veteran officer, with his experience, understood the situation immediately.
"But..." The young policewoman was still unwilling to give up.
"Let's go." The veteran officer gave a wink and led the policewoman away. Qiangzi and the others also helped each other leave. They didn't dare seek medical treatment here and had to go to another hospital's emergency room.
"Mom and Dad, it's alright now. That person came to deliver money. Look, he brought seven thousand yuan." Liu Ziguang showed the money to his parents and then beckoned a nurse over.
"Here's five thousand yuan. Please deposit it in the counter. Here's one thousand yuan as a thank you." Liu Ziguang said.
The nurse's face flushed red instantly. She thought to herself, "This guy is really strange. Who treats nurses like servants and even gives them tips? Who does he think he is?" If it were anyone else, the nurse would have already lost her temper. But in front of him, she could only blush and whisper, "I'll deposit it for you, but I can't take this thousand yuan."
In the hospital parking lot, Officer Wang was lecturing Xiao Hu: "Don't you understand what happened just now? This group of people had a dispute, but they've already resolved it themselves. As 110 police officers, our job is to stop criminal behavior, not to add unnecessary workload to ourselves. So we don't need to take this case."
"But..."
"I know. That guy named Liu Ziguang is very suspicious. He fled eight years ago because of a public security case. Although the statute of limitations has expired and the parties involved are no longer pursuing it, based on my thirty years of experience, this person must have committed many big crimes during the eight years he disappeared. That kind of look, that kind of demeanor, you can only see on the faces of some notorious thieves in the 1980s. This guy... is not simple."
"Then let's arrest him quickly," Xiao Hu said.
"Don't panic, I already took a picture of him with my phone. I'll check the internal network at the station later to see if he's on the wanted list. Maybe it'll lead to a big case, and you'll get credit then."
"Uncle Wang, you're amazing."
"Hehe, you police academy graduates might not be as useful as us old guys."
Amidst the laughter, the Santana police car painted with "110" left the hospital.
Outside the hospital, Qiangzi was on his phone: "Hey, Wei-ge, this is Xiao Qiang. My car got impounded. It wasn't the traffic police, it was someone... I can't explain it clearly. Wei-ge, please bring some people over quickly."
Hanging up the phone, Qiangzi let out a long sigh. Suddenly, a familiar face appeared in front of him. The migrant worker had arrived sometime earlier and was smiling at him.
"The call's over, the phone's still good. Let me borrow it for a few days." Liu Ziguang snatched Qiangzi's Nokia N85 without a word, then said, "Why didn't you mention bringing money when you called that Viagra guy over?"
"I..." Qiangzi stammered. Liu Ziguang's face changed. "You dare call for help! I'll teach you to call for help!" He punched Qiangzi in the stomach, making him vomit his leftovers. Qiangzi fell to his knees in pain, snot and tears streaming down his face. Liu Ziguang kicked him a few more times, then straightened his suit and walked away as if nothing had happened.
Dad's fracture wasn't too serious; he'd already been transferred from the emergency room to a ward. Liu Ziguang didn't need to worry about any of this; a group of emergency room nurses had taken care of it. Seeing Liu Ziguang return, they swarmed around him, chattering, "Handsome, what's your phone number? What's your QQ number?"
Liu Ziguang smiled, pulled out Qiangzi's N85, and said, "It's a new phone, haven't registered yet."
Just then, the phone rang. Liu Ziguang pressed the answer button, and a voice came from the other end: "Qiangzi, we're coming right away. Two Jinbei vans, twenty people, all armed. Where do we drop off?"
"The parking lot." Liu Ziguang hung up and dialed 110.
"110, there's a fight at the First Municipal Hospital, two Jinbei vans, twenty people, all armed. Come quickly!" He hung up and turned off the phone.
The nurses' mouths were agape. After a long pause, one of the emergency room nurses finally said, "Are they here to ambush you?"
"Hehe, they're here to give me money," Liu Ziguang said.
As soon as he finished speaking, two Jinbei vans sped into the hospital, screeching to a halt. The sliding doors opened, and twenty men jumped out, all shirtless, wearing jeans and sneakers, armed with iron bars, chains, and machetes.
1-3 The Mysterious Man
Before the twenty armed thugs even entered the gate, Liu Ziguang had already approached them, asking, "Did Qiangzi send you?"
"Who are you?" a young man in his twenties asked, pointing a galvanized steel pipe at Liu Ziguang.
Liu Ziguang held up the keys to his Mazda 6, saying, "Qiangzi caused trouble at the hospital, so I impounded the car. You can only get it back with money. Did you bring any?"
The thugs were enraged. One shouted, "Beat him up!" Various weapons rained down on him. Normally, the one being attacked would run away, but Liu Ziguang remained unmoved, letting the iron pipes and chains strike him.
"That handsome guy is about to fight back," the ER nurse said confidently. But half a day passed, and Liu Ziguang was still being beaten. He was already on the ground. The thugs were being careful, only hitting him randomly with iron bars, not stabbing him with knives, so no one would die.
"Stop hitting him!" the nurse cried anxiously, but the thugs showed no sign of stopping. The hospital security guards watched from afar, too afraid to move. Everyone watched indifferently, except for the kind nurses who were almost in tears.
Liu Ziguang lay on the ground enjoying a massage, cursing inwardly: Why haven't the police arrived yet?
Meanwhile, across the street in an alley, a Santana with police markings was parked quietly. Police officers Lao Wang and Xiao Hu from the local station were monitoring the fight in the hospital parking lot. Because of two calls to the police within half an hour, the 110 command center suspected it was a false alarm and only notified the local police station to respond, not dispatching riot police or anything like that.
"Wait a little longer, that Liu Shiguang will make his move soon," Old Wang said confidently. "Once he starts hitting people, we'll move in and arrest them all, take them to the station, and question them slowly."
Policewoman Xiao Hu was very anxious. The fight had been going on for five minutes, and the man was still stubbornly holding on. Could Old Wang's judgment be wrong? If he didn't show up soon, someone might die. Thinking of this, Xiao Hu resolutely turned on the siren and drove the police car over. Old Wang didn't have time to stop her and could only sigh softly: This girl is still too green.
Seeing the police cars arrive, the thugs dropped their weapons and scattered. The middle-aged man who had been directing operations from inside the van threw away his cigarette butt and shouted, "Go!"
In the end, the police didn't catch a single person. In the huge parking lot, only the battered Liu Ziguang lay on the ground. A group of nurses rushed over and hurriedly lifted him onto a stretcher. Policewoman Xiao Hu walked over and said, "Wait, I need to ask the injured man a few questions."
The nurses glared at her angrily: "You're so late, he's almost been beaten to death, what questions do you have to ask? Wait until he's out of danger."
Xiao Hu was speechless and watched helplessly as he was carried away. Old Wang came over and patted her on the shoulder, saying, "Don't worry, it's all recorded. If you want to arrest him, you can check the hospital's surveillance footage." Xiao
Hu suddenly realized: I know why he didn't fight back.
In the emergency room, the nurses undressed Liu Ziguang, revealing his well-defined muscles. The fact that the thugs had only left him with minor scratches after five minutes of beatings surprised even the nurses, who were used to seeing bloody scenes.
Liu Ziguang suddenly sat up and said, "The police left, right?"
The nurses were even more surprised: "Weren't you unconscious?"
"Their massage was so good, I just took a nap. Thank you." Liu Ziguang gave a charming smile, got off the emergency bed, and said to the nurses, "Don't tell my family about the fight. I don't want them to worry."
The nurses nodded vigorously. Liu Ziguang straightened his clothes, said goodbye, and left the emergency room. He went to the parking lot, took out his keys, opened the car door, got into the Mazda 6, rummaged through the trunk, and found the vehicle registration certificate. He looked at the name on it: Sun Wei. He couldn't help but sneer, "Brother Wei, you're in for a world of trouble."
Don't let Liu Ziguang's lack of a driver's license fool you; his driving experience is quite extensive. In terms of skill, he's comparable to an F1 racer. After fiddling with it for a while, he figured out how to drive the Mazda 6. He started the engine, shifted into reverse, floored the accelerator, and the car reversed like lightning, driving straight out of the hospital gate. With a quick tailspin, he straightened the car. The whole process was smooth and seamless, leaving the security guard who had come over to direct the reversing speechless, his mouth agape for a long time.
Liu Ziguang stepped on the gas and drove forward, then suddenly slammed on the brakes. The Mazda 6 screeched to a halt beside the bus stop. Liu Ziguang rolled down the window and asked, "Going home?"
Waiting for the bus at the bus stop was a nurse from the emergency room; she was the one who had called the police earlier. The girl was slender and graceful, even more so in casual clothes. Hearing someone talking to her in the car, she initially thought it was some lecherous man and turned her head away, ignoring him. Suddenly, she turned back and said with surprise, "It's you!"
"Don't wait, I'll take you home," Liu Ziguang said.
The nurse hesitated slightly, then opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. She pressed the leather seat and said, "This is that thug's car, isn't it?"
Liu Ziguang said, "Who cares whose it is? It's mine if I drive it. Where do you live?"
The nurse gave him the name of a neighborhood. Luckily, Liu Ziguang recognized the place and chuckled, "Hold on tight." Then he stepped on the gas, and the Mazda 6 shot off like lightning, cutting directly from the bike lane into the fast lane, startling several cars behind him who slammed on their brakes.
The journey was incredibly dangerous. The young head nurse had never ridden in a car so fast before, and she was terrified, gripping the passenger door handle tightly, her face pale. However, Liu Ziguang's driving skills were excellent, and after a while, the nurse's face regained its rosy hue.
Along the way, Liu Ziguang basically broke every traffic rule he could. He must have been caught on camera hundreds of times. Since the license plate wasn't his own, he could do whatever he wanted. In less than twenty minutes, he covered a journey that normally takes an hour, arriving at the nurse's house.
As they were getting off the bus, the nurse bit her lip and hesitated before saying, "Um, would you... like to come up for a cup of tea?"
During the meal, Fang Fei wanted to say something, but couldn't find an opportunity. In a fit of anger, she also started eating heartily. The two ate in silence and finished in no time. The hotel also packed up the other set of dishes that Liu Ziguang had ordered. When the bill came, it was exactly 1,800 yuan.
Fang Fei was stunned, her mouth agape. 1800 yuan! That was almost half a month's salary! This man, dressed like a migrant worker, was so generous. Liu Ziguang pulled out 1900 yuan to pay, saying, "The rest is a tip." Holding the packed food, he explained, "This is for my parents."
Fang Fei was secretly delighted. This man was definitely kind-hearted. He only had this much money, and he spent it all on his family. Two sets of food, one for me, one for my parents. Didn't this mean…? Before
the little girl's infatuation could end, Liu Ziguang snapped her out of it: "Let's go, I'll take you home."
At the entrance of the residential area, Fang Fei looked at Liu Ziguang with reluctance, wanting to invite him upstairs for a while, but he still had to deliver food. She could only bite her lip and remain silent. Liu Ziguang didn't even get out of the car. He just said goodbye, stepped on the gas, and reversed at 60 kilometers per hour, drifting out of the residential area and heading towards the hospital.
Upon arriving at the hospital, the elderly couple, as expected, hadn't eaten yet and were waiting for Liu Ziguang to eat together. Liu Ziguang opened the food, and the family ate their first reunion meal at the hospital.
After the meal, Liu Ziguang drove out again, this time to find the owner of the Mazda 6. Following the address on the vehicle registration, he quickly found a bar. A Jinbei van was parked in front, one of the two vehicles that had caused trouble at the hospital that morning.
The bar was neither new nor old, with two large neon characters spelling "Candy" on the door. He kicked the door open; it was dark inside, not yet open for the afternoon, and the bar was empty except for the monotonous sound of billiard balls clattering and mournful blues music.
Suddenly, the blinding sunlight streamed in, and a tall figure appeared in the doorway. The young man who had been bent over aiming at the pool table slowly straightened up, the cue stick resting on his hand. The man drinking at the bar also turned around, squinting at the uninvited guest.
It was him! The kid who had been beaten up at the hospital that morning—he actually dared to come here! Seven or eight youths stood up, their lips curled into sinister smirks as they slowly surrounded him.
Facing this pack of wolves, Liu Ziguang didn't even flinch, saying, "I need to see Sun Wei."
"You dare call him Brother Wei like that?" A long-haired youth suddenly swung a beer bottle at the youth's head. Liu Ziguang dodged to the side, snatching the bottle. With a crack, the 500ml Blue Ribbon beer bottle shattered into countless brown fragments on the youth's head. Blood streamed down his forehead, and the youth collapsed without a sound.
Another man with a nose ring attacked from the side, his pool cue sweeping towards him with unstoppable force, only to be firmly grasped by a hand. The youth with the nose ring froze, trying to pull back, but couldn't. Looking up, he saw a smiling face.
The young man with the nose ring cursed, "Damn it!" Before he could finish speaking, the sharp shards of a beer bottle kissed him intimately, glass shards piercing his face, leaving it a bloody mess. The young man screamed in agony, clutching his head and stumbling, knocking over several tables.
The other young men stopped, looking at the menacing figure with some fear. They were just regulars at the Candy Bar, not Sun Wei's hired thugs, and this scene was unsettling.
"I'm looking for Sun Wei," Liu Ziguang said again, his tone still calm.
"Who's looking for me?" A door opened on the side of the bar, and a man in his thirties emerged, wearing a fitted black shirt, a thick gold chain peeking out from his open cleavage, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
The man glanced at the mess on the floor, showing no shock whatsoever. He merely glared at Liu Ziguang and coldly said, "Let's talk in my office."
Liu Ziguang entered the office, where Sun Wei was already seated behind his large desk. Sun Wei pointed to a chair in the corner and coldly said, "Sit."
Liu Ziguang, however, didn't sit in the corner as instructed. Instead, he pulled a sofa to the center of the office and sat down opposite Sun Wei with an air of nonchalance.
Sun Wei pulled out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes and tossed one over: "Have a smoke." He then took one out himself, lit it with the gold-plated Napoleon cannon on his desk, and leaned back in his large executive chair, looking down at Liu Ziguang.
Liu Ziguang also pulled out a disposable plastic lighter and lit his cigarette. The two men continued to smoke and stare at each other.
Two minutes passed, and Sun Wei was starting to feel the pressure. He tried to intimidate the man with his imposing presence, but he failed miserably. The man's eyes were as sharp as blades, making him unable to meet his gaze.
"It's not that a dragon isn't brave enough to cross the river." The fact that this person dared to come alone shows they have the strength. The fact that they could sit in his office and look him in the eye without rushing to make demands indicates they aren't reckless.
Sun Wei opened a drawer, took out a stack of money, and pushed it over—a hundred red banknotes, a full ten thousand yuan.
Sun Wei wasn't exactly a saint. Last time, a student from a sports school caused trouble, taking on eight people—professional Sanda fighters—and was ultimately defeated. Sun Wei personally severed his Achilles tendon, and instead of just paying compensation, he made him pay for the bar's renovation costs.
This time was different. Sun Wei had unexpectedly taken out ten thousand yuan because he sensed something unsettling about the other person:
a murderous aura.
"Take the money, leave the car," Sun Wei said briefly, trying to appear calm, but the slightly trembling cigarette butt in his hand betrayed him.
Liu Ziguang picked up the money, weighed it in his hand, and suddenly threw it at Sun Wei's face: "Ten thousand yuan, are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?!"
Sun Wei instinctively jumped up, the veins in his temples throbbing. He stared straight at Liu Ziguang, but after a long while, he deflated, sat back down
, and said in a low voice, "That's all the money we have in the shop." Liu Ziguang stared at him for a while, and sweat poured down Sun Wei's forehead . He couldn't hold on any longer and said in a humble tone, "Brother, that's really all the money we have. We don't usually keep any money in the shop."
Liu Ziguang snorted, stuffed the ten thousand yuan into his pocket, grabbed a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from the table, and turned to leave: "I'll play with the car for a couple of days, and return it to you when I'm done."
"Brother, let's talk this over, about the car..." Sun Wei stood up.
Liu Ziguang turned back: "Not happy."
"No, no..."
"If you're not happy, go find Qiangzi. He's the one who caused this." With that, Liu Ziguang strode away.
As soon as he stepped out of the office, the young men who had been gathered around the door instinctively backed away, none daring to meet Liu Ziguang's gaze.
Only after the menacing figure drove off in his Mazda 6 did the young men rush into the office.
"Brother Wei, why didn't you take him down?"
"No matter how strong he is, he's still just one person. What's there to be afraid of?"
The young men chattered amongst themselves, their usual arrogance returning.
Sun Wei lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and said, "You don't understand. This guy is extraordinary."
"What's so extraordinary about him? He just knows a couple of kung fu moves,"
Sun Wei shook his head, exhaling a puff of smoke. "You wouldn't understand." He leaned back in his executive chair, lost in thought.
The young men knew Brother Wei had something to say, so they all fell silent.
"That year, I was seconded from the prison to accompany a death row inmate. It was basically just keeping him company and talking to him to prevent him from having any suicidal thoughts the day before his execution. That guy was a real tough guy, a tough guy who had roamed six provinces and one city, with seven lives on his hands, two of them policemen. The day before his execution, he ate and drank as usual, acting like nothing had happened. We younger guys were incredibly impressed."
The young men stared wide-eyed, waiting for him to continue.
Sun Wei stubbed out his cigarette: "This guy today is the same kind of person as him."
The office was silent. A small-time hoodlum who ran a bar was nothing like a notorious thief. Everyone was still shaken; they had all narrowly escaped death that day.
1-4 Became a security guard.
Liu Ziguang drove back, stopping at a large shopping mall to buy some ginseng and deer antler supplements. Although they were obviously low-grade, money couldn't buy top-quality stuff these days, so he had to make do with these. He also found a partner branch of China Mobile and bought a prepaid SIM card that didn't require ID registration, putting it in his N85.
After finishing all this, they returned to the hospital. The family was talking in the ward when the attending physician arrived, showing them the CT scan. He said it was just a compression fracture, not serious, and the patient could go home after a week of observation. The family was overjoyed. Someone
needed to stay with the patient that night. The mother said she had already taken leave from the cleaning company and could stay there tonight, telling Liu Ziguang to go home and rest. Liu Ziguang refused, saying he would stay and that Mom should go home and sleep. His mother couldn't persuade him otherwise and went home first. As
Liu Ziguang escorted his mother home, the group entered the elevator, and a little girl ran up behind them. She was slender and had an extremely beautiful face, making even Liu Ziguang, who was used to seeing beautiful women, momentarily stunned.
The girl carried a plastic bag, her hair in a ponytail, and her clothes were simple, even with two inconspicuous patches. Although there was still room in the elevator, the several burly women standing at the door showed no intention of giving way. The girl bit her lip and silently stood aside. The elevator doors closed, and her mother started nagging again. Liu Ziguang then pulled his attention away from the girl.
After taking his mother home, Liu Ziguang rushed back to the hospital, buying some food on the way. The father and son ate dinner at the hospital. They were exhausted from the day's activities, and the old woman went to sleep after dinner. Liu Ziguang sat by the bedside to keep her company. It wasn't boring, as the orthopedic nurses would come over every now and then under some pretext, actually trying to strike up a conversation with him.
The next morning, Fang Fei, who had just finished her night shift, came again and told Liu Ziguang that he could be discharged. The compression fracture wasn't serious, and there weren't any particularly effective treatments available in the hospital. It was better to go home and rest, considering the hospitalization fees. Liu Ziguang had originally intended to observe her further, but he couldn't resist his mother's insistence, so he completed the discharge procedures.
As they exited the inpatient department, Dad saw the blue Mazda 6 and gasped in surprise. He asked Liu Ziguang where the car came from, and Liu vaguely replied that he had borrowed it. The old man said worriedly, "You wouldn't dare steal a car like that."
Fang Fei chuckled and smoothed things over for Liu Ziguang, saying, "It really was borrowed. I can vouch for that."
The old man was relieved. Liu Ziguang and his family got into the car, and Fang Fei waved, saying, "Goodbye! Pshaw, you don't say goodbye in the hospital. I wish your whole family good health!"
Liu Ziguang said thank you, stepped on the gas, and drove off, leaving a sulking Fang Fei, who stomped her foot angrily. "That heartless guy! He didn't even leave a phone number!"
Back home, Mom prepared seven or eight dishes, filling the courtyard with their delicious aroma. Old neighbors came to congratulate them, and also to check on Liu Ziguang, who had been missing for eight years. Liu Ziguang pulled out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes and handed them out. The neighbors all said that the Liu family's son had made something of himself, and after a while, they left with smiles on their faces. Once
the dishes were ready, Dad opened a bottle of Yanghe Daqu liquor. Just as the family sat down at the table, they heard a faint knocking at the door, almost imperceptible, which stopped after a moment. Even Liu Ziguang, with his keen hearing, thought it was a hallucination. But after a while, the knocking started again, and Liu Ziguang went over and abruptly opened the door.
A girl stood at the door, her face familiar—it was the girl he'd seen at the hospital yesterday. The girl instinctively took a step back, clutching the hem of her clothes, and said in a barely audible voice, "Hello, Uncle."
Just as Liu Ziguang was about to correct the girl's address, his mother came over and said, "Xiaoxue, have you eaten? Come in and have some."
The girl timidly replied, "I have. I came to borrow a thermos. I just made soup to take to my dad, afraid it'll get cold on the way." As she finished speaking, her fair face turned bright red; she was clearly an extremely introverted girl.
As if to prove she was lying, her stomach suddenly rumbled, indicating she hadn't eaten. Without further ado, her mother pulled the girl inside, saying, "Don't be shy. We made a lot of food today. Grandma will serve you rice." She then pressed the girl down into a seat and filled her bowl to the brim with rice.
Liu Ziguang returned to his seat, curiously watching the girl. His mother, while serving her food, introduced her, saying, "This is our neighbor who moved in two years ago. She's a senior at No. 1 Middle School, a top student every year—a key high school in our province! It's a pity her father is sick and spends most of his time in the hospital, dragging their family down. She hasn't bought any clothes in years; it's so pitiful."
Seeing the girl's eyes redden and on the verge of tears, Liu Ziguang interjected, "Mom, say less and let her eat."
His mother stopped talking, put down her chopsticks, and went to prepare the thermos. The girl, holding her chopsticks, ate her rice shyly, only taking food from the dishes in her bowl. Her pitiful expression made Liu Ziguang's heart ache.
A little while later, Xiaoxue finished her meal and stood up, saying, "Thank you, Grandpa, Grandma, and Uncle. I should go deliver the food now."
Her mother brought over two stainless steel lunchboxes and a thermos, saying, "There are some dishes inside, made by Grandma. Take them to your dad to try."
Xiaoxue took the lunchboxes and thermos, her eyes already glistening with tears. She tried hard to hold them back, afraid to speak, lest she burst into tears. Her mother quickly saw Xiaoxue out, and before leaving, she took out two coins and gave them to her, saying, "Xiaoxue, don't walk. Taking the bus is much more convenient."
Back home, her mother... He sighed, "This family is so pitiful. They don't know how many times a year they can eat meat. They've worked in the factory their whole lives, been model workers for decades, but what's the use? In the end, they only got a few thousand yuan in buyout and were laid off.
Their house is about to be demolished, and they don't even know where to settle down." His father snorted, "How much better off can our family be? We're still the same. Now that Xiaoguang is back, he's thirty years old. He can't go astray again. How about this, I'll talk to the company manager, and you can take over my job as a security guard at the property management company."
Liu Ziguang was speechless and could only nod in agreement.
That night, his father made over a dozen phone calls and used many connections to finally finalize the matter. The property management company asked Liu Ziguang to come for an interview the next morning.
The next morning, Liu Ziguang arrived at the property management company. The interview was actually very simple; a manager just asked a few casual questions.
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-nine."
"What have you done before? Were you ever in the army?"
"Well... I've done all sorts of things, but I've never served in the People's Liberation Army."
"Oh, do ten push-ups and let me see."
So Liu Ziguang lay down on the ground and did ten standard push-ups. The manager saw that he wasn't panting heavily, and that he wasn't nearsighted or fat, so he nodded and said, "Alright, I'll take you on for Lao Liu's sake. Pay five hundred yuan for uniform, bring a copy of your ID card to the general office to register, and you can officially start work this afternoon. Oh, and shave your long hair. What kind of person do you look, neither male nor female?"

When Liu Ziguang got home and shared the good news, his parents were overjoyed. Since they were short on time for lunch and didn't have time to cook, his mother, unusually, went out and bought roast chicken, braised beef, and other cooked dishes. His father took out his treasured Jiannanchun liquor from the cupboard, grabbed two glasses, and personally poured his son a full glass. 　　Liu
Ziguang was startled. Although he was no longer a child, in his parents' eyes he was still a boy, and this was the first time in his entire life that his parents had ever poured him a glass of wine.
He quickly took the bottle from his father, saying, "Dad, let me do it."
His father picked up his glass and said, "Son, you're almost thirty in the blink of an eye. You've wasted eight years of your youth. You can't afford to be irresponsible anymore. There are top performers in every profession. Being a security guard isn't shameful. You
have to work hard. Your parents are getting old and won't be able to take care of you anymore." Liu Ziguang's eyes welled up with tears. He raised his glass and said, "Dad, don't worry, I'll work hard and make something of myself! Even as a security guard, I'll be successful!" He then downed his drink in one gulp.
His father nodded approvingly and finished his drink as well. His mother, holding a plate, stood at the door, her eyes already filled with tears as she witnessed this scene.
...
At 2 PM, security guard Liu Ziguang officially started his shift. He had shaved his hair very short, making him look much more energetic. Wearing his gray security uniform, he somehow appeared more sharp than others, especially with his wide-brimmed hat, which pressed down on his eyebrows, making him look extremely cool and handsome. A black leather belt cinched his waist, and a pair of pristine white gloves completed the look. He didn't look like a security guard; he resembled a German DNB (Dungeon Fighter Online) guard.
"Handsome, what's the new guy's name?" At the exit of the residential complex, a middle-aged woman driving a BMW 320 stopped her car and blocked the gate, refusing to move. She rolled down her window and kept trying to chat with Liu Ziguang, causing a series of honkings from behind. After much rambling, the woman finally handed Liu Ziguang a fragrant business card. "Handsome, call me!" she said, giving him a flirtatious wink before leaving.
"Dude, you're in luck with the ladies." Wang Zhijun, a security guard on duty at the gate, said enviously. This young man was a veteran who had fed pigs for three years in the army and only joined the property management company at the end of last year, so he was considered a newcomer.
"Not interested, why don't you try?" Liu Ziguang didn't even look at it and tossed his business card to Wang Zhijun. Wang Zhijun sniffed the card, pretending to be intoxicated: "It smells so good, too bad she didn't like me."
"Have a smoke." Liu Ziguang tossed him a Zhonghua cigarette. Wang Zhijun quickly caught it, lit it for Liu Ziguang first, and then lit his own. He took a puff and exclaimed: "It's genuine! That woman gave it to you?"
"Bullshit, I bought it myself." Liu Ziguang said disdainfully.
"You two! No smoking during work hours!" the security captain on patrol shouted. Wang Zhijun quickly put out his cigarette and put it in his pocket, but Liu Ziguang ignored him and continued to puff away.
"Hey newbie, what do you think you're doing?!" The captain stormed over, just as a Santana police car pulled up. The security captain, not having time to deal with Liu Ziguang, rushed to flag down the car.
"Officer Wang, Officer Hu, on patrol?" the captain greeted warmly.
"Yeah, Lao Li, come over here to give us an update. A few itinerant robbers have been operating in our city lately, all units need to be on high alert..." Officer Wang explained, while Officer Hu opened the car door and walked towards Liu Ziguang.
"It's you! Got a job after two days? Let me tell you, don't think those guys in the hospital won't report you. If you cause trouble again, I'll definitely arrest you!" Officer Hu said coldly.
"Officer Hu, your uniform doesn't fit properly, it's almost bursting open." Liu Ziguang said, his lecherous eyes fixed on Xiao Hu's ample chest. Xiao Hu's face turned pale with anger. "You! You pervert!" "
What did I say that makes me a pervert?" Liu Ziguang laughed. Wang Zhijun, who was standing nearby, had just chuckled when he stopped, because the imposing Old Wang had already approached.
"Kid, I don't care what you did before, but you must behave yourself in my jurisdiction! I don't think your parents want to see you back in jail." Old Wang left with those cold words, pulling Xiao Hu away.
"What, you're from the mountains?" The security captain's gaze towards Liu Ziguang had changed. He no longer cared about Liu Ziguang smoking and turned to leave. "No, I have to find Manager Gao. A weasel guarding a chicken's door, this is unacceptable!"
1-5 The Soldier Feeding Pigs
Security Captain Bai found Manager Gao and explained the situation. Manager Gao was also worried, saying, "It's probably not a good idea to fire him on his first day. Besides, these ex-convicts are not easy to mess with. What if they retaliate against us?"
Captain Bai said, "But if we let him work here, he'll cause trouble sooner or later. You didn't see the way he spoke to Officer Hu, it was simply..." He slammed his fist on the table indignantly, as if Liu Ziguang had bullied a female relative of his.
Manager Gao lowered his head, seemingly deep in thought, before finally saying, "How about this, observe him for a while, find some minor faults to deduct from his salary until he resigns on his own. That way, we won't escalate the conflict."
Captain Bai praised, "The manager is really good."
...
At the entrance of the residential area, Wang Zhijun said regretfully, "Sigh, I won't be able to smoke your cigarettes anymore. Manager Gao will definitely fire you now."
Liu Ziguang glared at him, "Dare!"
Wang Zhijun leaned closer and asked, "Buddy, are you really from the mountains?"
Liu Ziguang feigned an innocent expression and said, "Do I look like one?"
"Yes! Absolutely! Your mannerisms are just different from ordinary people..."
"Alright, nothing much to do right now. I'm going out for a walk. You cover for me." Liu Ziguang tossed the remaining half-pack of Zhonghua cigarettes to Wang Zhijun, pulled out the remote key for his Mazda 6, pressed it, and the car in the distance responded crisply. Without even changing out of his security guard uniform, he drove off, leaving Wang Zhijun clicking his tongue in admiration: "Damn, the manager drives an Elantra, and he drives a Mazda 6. This guy's really something."
Having been away from his hometown for so long, Jiangbei City had undergone a dramatic transformation. Skyscrapers had sprung up, the roads were wide and clean, fountains swayed in the squares, and lush trees provided shade. Eight years ago, the area where Liu Ziguang sold sausages from his cart had become a bustling commercial street, with men and women hurrying by. It felt like a lifetime ago.
Eight years had passed in a flash, and he was still penniless. How to ensure his parents' comfortable retirement and how to improve their living conditions had become his biggest problems.
Overwhelmed and unsure where to begin, the anxious Liu Ziguang drove his car weaving through traffic. A police motorcycle spotted his speeding and traffic violations and gave chase, siren blaring.
The police pursuit only fueled Liu Ziguang's excitement; he shifted gears rapidly, darting through traffic like a fish.
He quickly shook off the police motorcycle, finding himself on a wide highway. Suddenly, Liu Ziguang snapped to reality, slamming on the brakes, his car blocking the road.
Instead of racking his brains about how to get rich, he decided to start with the small things. As the saying goes, "If you can't sweep your own room, how can you sweep the world?" If he couldn't even be a good security guard, how could he hope to succeed?
Only by integrating into society could he find his own path, showcase his talents, and distinguish himself.
...
Having made up his mind, Liu Ziguang turned the steering wheel and headed back to work at Zhicheng Garden.
Upon arriving at the entrance of the residential compound, Liu Ziguang found a long line of cars stuck in traffic, with several honking impatiently. He parked his car on the side of the road and walked to the gate. There, he saw a black Honda Fit parked inside the gate, its front facing outwards. The doors were locked, and the driver was nowhere to be
seen. This was the compound's entrance, a one-way street, and the Fit blocking the entrance prevented over a dozen cars from getting in. It was rush hour, and the number of cars was increasing, which greatly worried Wang Zhijun.
"Brother Liu, you're finally here! Something terrible has happened!" Seeing Liu Ziguang return, Wang Zhijun, covered in sweat, rushed over to complain.
"What happened?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"The Honda was driving against traffic to get out of the car when another car came in. Both were tough, neither willing to back down, and they got into a standoff. I tried to persuade them for ages, but it was no use. The Honda driver just got out and left. This is terrible; our bonuses are gone."
Liu Ziguang exclaimed, "Driving against traffic is wrong to begin with, and they dare to pull this stunt! They've gone too far! Call the police and have them towed!"
Wang Zhijun said, "I already called, but the traffic police said roads within the residential area aren't under their jurisdiction."
Liu Ziguang asked, "Did you report this to the manager?"
Wang Zhijun said with a bitter face, "Didn't I just say? If this gets to the manager, our bonuses are gone."
"I see..." Liu Ziguang thought for a moment, resting his chin on his hand. The traffic jam outside had worsened, with horns blaring incessantly, drawing the attention of residents coming and going. Liu Ziguang's brow relaxed, and he snatched the walkie-talkie from Wang Zhijun's hand, pressing the call button. "Garage guy, exit guy, come and give me some backup." (Due to space limitations, follow the WeChat public account (八号追书阁) and reply with the number 186 to continue reading the exciting story!) A moment later, two security guards jogged over, equally astonished by the scene. Liu Ziguang said, "Guys, give me a hand and move this car aside." Wang Zhijun said, "The kid driving the Honda seems a bit tough. He said before he left that anyone who dared touch his car would be in trouble."
Liu Ziguang scoffed, "What a load of crap! Violating social norms and still
acting polite? Lift it! I'll take responsibility if anything happens." Since Liu Ziguang was so willing to take responsibility, everyone worked together to lift the Honda. Luckily, Japanese cars are often downgraded, and the four of them easily moved it aside. The long line of cars outside slowly drove into the community, each driver honking their horns in greeting as they passed the security guards. The four guards exchanged glances, a sense of professional honor welling up within them.
Just then, an angry shout rang out: "Damn it, who touched my car?" A young man with red hair, wearing baggy pants, stormed over from outside the community, heading straight for the security guards.
Liu Ziguang's eyebrows shot up, and he was about to go up and beat the man up, but Wang Zhijun grabbed him.
"Brother Liu, don't be impulsive.
If you hit the homeowner, you'll definitely lose your job. Let me handle this." With that, Wang Zhijun greeted him with a smile, first saluting, then apologizing, and explaining in a soft voice. But the red-haired man became even more arrogant, rolling up his sleeves to reveal his thin arms covered in dragon and tiger tattoos. He ripped off Wang Zhijun's peaked cap, grabbed his collar, and yelled, "You're just a watchdog! How dare you touch my car? I'll beat you to death, you son of a bitch!"
The tall and strong Wang Zhijun was being pushed and shoved and cursed by this 1.6-meter-tall young man, his honest face still smiling apologetically. Even the onlookers couldn't stand it anymore, but given the red-haired man's tattoos, they only dared to mutter quietly. At this moment, Liu Ziguang didn't intervene, crossing his arms and watching the show. He wanted to see how long Wang Zhijun could endure it.
They were both young men in their early twenties, and none of them were born to be bullied. Sure enough, Wang Zhijun's patience reached its limit. He shoved the red-haired man aside, pointed at the object on the ground, and shouted, "Pick it up for me!" The skinny red-haired man stumbled from the shove and almost fell over. Enraged, he not only refused to pick it up but also stomped on the object. Wang Zhijun's eyes turned red when he saw this. He grabbed the red-haired man's arm and, with a beautiful grappling move, threw him to the ground. The red-haired man was stunned by the fall and it took him a while to get up. He limped away.
A burst of applause erupted around them. Seeing there was no more excitement, the residents dispersed. Liu Ziguang smiled and asked, "Zhijun, are you really a pig-feeding soldier?"
Wang Zhijun picked up a small badge from the ground, carefully wiped off the dust, and proudly pinned it to his left chest, saying, "Of course! I fed old sows for three years."
In the setting sun, a golden umbrella-wing badge gleamed on his chest.

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