【A Riot of Flowers】(Part 1) Author: Feng Jun

Author: Feng Jun
Word Count: 5066

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Chapter 1: A Chinese Boy Arrives in

Nevada, USA. In the desert, there stands a jarring factory surrounded by a
sturdy . The high-voltage electric fence on the wall deters anyone from even considering scaling it. The only entrance is
guarded by heavily armed mercenaries. Almost no one knows what the factory produces, except for the internal staff
and a small group who, under the cover of night, stealthily approach the wall.

They are agents directly under the White House, codenamed the Alphabet Group. Most members of the group come from the Navy
SEALs . The most outstanding members are organized to undergo more rigorous training and then pass a brutal elimination test,
ultimately leaving only twenty-six people, assigned codenames in alphabetical order, specializing in solving problems that others cannot solve.

"Alright, new task: quickly clear the factory area." The leader was a tall white man. "Ken and
Daniel , you two are in charge of guarding the gate."

"Wait a minute, aren't we supposed to be supporting District Three?" The speaker looked slightly younger, a new member of
the Alphabet Group.

"C.K. is there, we don't need to worry about him."

"He's all alone, how can that work?"

"He's a legend of the Alphabet Group, Pierre," the white man said. "You've only just arrived,
you'll get to know him eventually, or you can ask old Pierre."

"Yes, Captain," the new member said, "I'll try my best to catch up."

"I'm not asking you to catch up with him, and no one can catch up with him. From the first day he joined the Alphabet Group, everyone else
could only compete for second place." The captain patted Pierre on the shoulder. "He's Chinese,
shorter . At first, I didn't think much of him, but later his fists taught me a real lesson."

"Does C.K. mean 'Chinese kid'?"

"Looks like old Pierre didn't completely shut you out. I'll have him sign
your name after we finish the mission." The captain glanced at his watch. "Start the operation. Return in half an hour. You can fire at will."

The next morning, in a hotel in Las Vegas, Zhang Wenhai was cleaning his gun. Last night,
he had single-handedly taken down seventeen thugs. During the firefight, his communicator was damaged by a stray bullet, and he couldn't contact his teammates.
He could only come to the safe house he had chosen in advance.

"Hey, C.K.!" The captain pushed open the door, followed by the new recruit. "Why are you the only one here?
Didn't you find a woman you liked?"

"Next time there's a mission like this, you go. Let's see if you still have the energy to find women."
Zhang Wenhai glanced at the new recruit. "Did Old Pierre go back?"

"He's been injured so much, he should go back and enjoy himself." The captain pushed the man behind him forward. "He hasn't
seen you before, I brought him here to get an autograph."

"No need for an autograph." Zhang Wenhai handed the gun to Pierre. "This gun is for you. I'm also planning
to retire."

"What did you say!" The captain stared incredulously. "Old Pierre is gone. If you leave too,
I'll be the only one left in our cohort."

"What, are you afraid you can't control those guys?"

"Why are you leaving? You have to have a reason."

"I was trafficked to America by human traffickers when I was a child, everyone knows that."

The captain nodded and said, "Yes, you were adopted by Professor Harrison and his wife, we all know that."

"I recently received news of my biological parents; they passed away in China."

"Come on! You were only four when you came to America, you can't even remember what they looked like. How could they
suddenly leave for that reason?"

"Fine, I knew I couldn't fool you." Zhang Wenhai said helplessly, "Two days ago, I saw
a beautiful woman at the airport, Chinese, and I'm going to pursue her."

"Ha, I knew it." The captain looked at Zhang Wenhai with a wicked grin, "You said you wanted to sleep with a hundred
women , how many more are you short?"

"Four more than the target." Zhang Wenhai said, "But those were just simple physical relationships, this
woman is different."

"That's easy then. Have you contacted CIA's people?"

"I overheard her phone call at the airport, and she revealed some of her travel plans. I
investigated step by step through the flight information and have already gathered some basic information about her."

"Since you've already decided, then I can only wish you a pleasant hunt." The captain had just reached the door when he suddenly
turned back and asked, "What if the 104 women you've slept with still want to find you? What should I do?"

"I'll send you an address once I've settled down in China," Zhang Wenhai said. "But those
women have respectable backgrounds; they won't come to China to find me."

Shuoqu City, a modern metropolis in northern China, is where the woman Zhang Wenhai is looking for is. Her name is
He Wanxin , the only daughter of He Ping, chairman of Guangyi Group. Two years ago, He Ping suddenly died of a cerebral hemorrhage, and He Wanxin
took over her father's position as chairman. Under her management, Guangyi Group's market value increased by nearly a third,
making it the largest private enterprise in Shuoqu City.

Zhang Wenhai doesn't like women who are all looks and no brains, even though he's never short of such women in his bedchamber. Once, while
on a mission in Hollywood, he enjoyed the company of six so-called actresses in one night. However, after the passion subsided,
Zhang Wenhai couldn't remember any of them. He believes that what attracts men to women is their unique
inner qualities, not their easily altered appearance.

He Wanxin was clearly Zhang Wenhai's ideal woman—though that was only his first impression—but others
might not see it that way. He Ping's strong-willed and unyielding character had made him many enemies, and now that
he was gone, these people would naturally hold a grudge against He Wanxin.

"Fourth brother, didn't you say we'd take over Guangyi soon after He Ping's death?" In a
luxurious private , a young man in a suit sat on a large sofa, a stack of documents in his left hand and flicking
cigarette ash with his right. "How come Guangyi has grown so much since I returned to China?"

The young man's name was Xu Cheng; his father, Xu Jixian, was a well-known private entrepreneur in Shuoqu City who had a long-standing feud with He Ping,
but whose business acumen was inferior, causing him considerable losses.

"Young Master Xu, we underestimated He Ping's daughter." The man standing beside the sofa looked older than Young Master Xu.
The older man, however, wore a timid expression. "That woman is too cunning. She silently eliminated everyone
we sent."

"I told you all not to be careless, but who listened?" A man in his fifties in the corner
adjusted his glasses. "If He Wanxin had even sixty percent of He Ping's abilities, she'd be enough to give us a headache."

"Uncle Yang, it can't be that bad," Xu Cheng tossed the documents aside. "Even He Ping's fate
would be the same; he'd be burned to ashes, no different from anyone else."

"Luckily, Shen Jin handled this cleanly, leaving no evidence," the fourth brother said. "He
Ping's people just assumed he had a sudden stroke; no one suspects we were behind it."

"If others don't suspect anything, He Wanxin must have noticed something, otherwise she wouldn't have suddenly started an internal purge,"
Uncle Yang said. "But there's nothing to worry about. We can take out her father; taking out her won't be much harder."

"Kill her? Hahaha, all I want to do is kill her." Xu Cheng slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. "And her mother,
what's her name, Tian Xiaoyan? She's clearly over forty, but she's as young as He Wanxin's older sister.
I wonder how great it would be to have a threesome with her."

"Once we take over Guangyi, whether you want to kill He Wanxin or have a threesome, it's up to you," Uncle Yang said.
"But it's far from that time yet. I'm going to Europe to handle some things these next few days and will be back in about three months. Don't make any rash moves during this
time ."

"Understood, Uncle Yang. Without your orders, we will absolutely not touch He Wanxin and her mother." Xu Cheng dared not
disobey Uncle Yang's words. He was only twenty-six years old and didn't want to die a violent death at such a young age.

"Besides, you five are nominally sworn brothers. It's
one thing for , but don't go around stealing their women. People will hold grudges."

"Uncle Yang, I didn't steal them. They wanted to curry favor with me, so they willingly gave me their women." Xu Cheng turned his head
and said, "Isn't that right, Fourth Brother?"

"Yes, it was all voluntary." The Fourth Brother's abdominal wound hadn't fully healed, and he didn't want to suffer again.
"Those sluts don't know any manners. They need Young Master Xu to teach them a lesson."

Uncle Yang shook his head. This Young Master Xu was even more ruthless than his father. He didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. Fortunately, he had
a backup plan and wasn't worried about not being able to control him.

"Alright, I'm leaving." Uncle Yang slowly stood up and took his black top hat from the coat rack.
"Remember, before I come back, He Wanxin is absolutely not to be messed with."

"Young Master Xu, I'm leaving too." The Fourth Brother followed Uncle Yang out.

Not long after the two men left, two scantily clad women pushed open the door and crawled to Xu Cheng's
side . They skillfully unbuckled his belt and began removing their already meager protective gear.

"Let's try something different today," Xu Cheng interrupted them. "You don't need to strip naked. You two will take turns
giving me oral sex, thirty seconds each. Whoever makes me ejaculate wins. The loser gets ten lashes, which the winner
gets to do."

Lao Si didn't actually leave but quietly returned to the door of the private room. The slightly ajar door provided excellent recording
conditions. The man's groans and the woman's screams were all clearly recorded. This wasn't the first
time Lao Si had done this. He didn't know the meaning of his actions. These things obviously couldn't threaten
Xu Cheng, but he just couldn't help recording, and he would carefully preserve them afterward.

"That's the downside of discounted tickets—flying in the middle of the night and arriving in the middle of the night."

At five in the morning, Zhang Wenhai walked alone on the streets of Shuoqu City. He needed a place to stay and
a job, things that couldn't be resolved until dawn. Zhang Haiwen is thirty-one years old and has served in the Alphabet Group
for eight years. He has earned over ten million US dollars in rewards for completing missions alone, which should make him wealthy.
However, he hasn't kept much of it for himself; most of it went down the drain in his failed investment projects.

"Guangyi Group should be nearby," Zhang Haiwen thought, glancing at his phone's map. He wasn't very good at
reading Chinese characters. "Go straight, then turn right, that should be it."

Following the map's directions, Zhang Haiwen quickly arrived at his destination. After careful examination, he realized
he had gone to the wrong place. Although Guangyi Girls' School was related to Guangyi Group, the straight-line distance between them was over ten kilometers.
Because it appeared relatively high in the map search results, and Zhang Haiwen only noticed the name "Guangyi," he had
stumbled upon this place by accident.

A job posting was displayed at the entrance of Guangyi Girls' School. Zhang Wenhai used his phone's light to read it word by word
: "Due to school management needs, we are recruiting one male security guard. Interested parties please make an appointment to interview at
the Human Resources Appointment phone number..."

The school gate was tightly closed, but Zhang Wenhai had once climbed sixteen floors with his bare hands, so scaling the gate
was no . Guangyi Girls' School operated under a complete lockdown, and the teachers and students inside were still enjoying their sleep.
Of course, Zhang Wenhai wasn't trying to spy on them; he just found the job posting at the gate very strange, so he climbed over
the gate to check something. Five minutes later, Zhang Wenhai climbed over the gate again,
looking glanced back at the still-sleeping security guard, reopened his phone's map app, and slowly
walked towards the Guangyi Group headquarters.

The next morning, in a small conference room in the Human Resources Department of Guangyi Group, Zhang Wenhai faced the only interviewer and
handed over the form he had filled out for so long.

"Your handwriting..." The interviewer frowned. "Is your name Zhang Wenhai?"

"Yes, I grew up in the US and just came back, so I'm not very good at writing Chinese characters yet." "

Are these letters below your professional experience in English letters?" The interviewer brought Zhang Wenhai's form closer.
"What does this word mean?"

"Navy SEALs," Zhang Wenhai said calmly. "I used to be a Navy SEAL, and I just retired
recently."

"Why would a Navy SEAL apply for a security guard position?"

"I can help you solve your problem."

"What did you say?"

"Oh, sorry, I was moving too fast." Zhang Wenhai scratched his head. "Let's start from the beginning. I
've taken a liking to your chairman, and I just happened to have this great opportunity to pursue her."

The interviewer's eyes nearly popped out. He had interviewed countless job seekers in the past ten years, and this was the first time he'd seen someone like
Zhang Wenhai . Of course, he knew that with He Wanxin's charm, it wouldn't
be surprising if she attracted anyone, but this way of confessing was truly incomprehensible. Was Zhang Wenhai out of his mind?

"As expected, I'll have to explain slowly," Zhang Wenhai said. "You don't actually know
the purpose of this recruitment, right?"

The interviewer nodded unconsciously. This recruitment was a task personally assigned by He Wanxin; she only said it was
very important, but offered no explanation.

"I saw the recruitment notice at the gate of Guangyi Girls' School, and I found it strange at the time.
Why recruit a security guard when there are already gatekeepers? And it specifically requested a male security guard."

"The gatekeepers at the girls' school are also men, what's so strange about that?"

"Secondly, it's a recruitment notice, so why doesn't it specify requirements or compensation?" Zhang Wenhai
ignored the interviewer's questions. "Thirdly, Guangyi Group has its own website, which I've looked at. It has all sorts
of recruitment information, but there's no such thing as a security guard for a girls' school."

"What does that prove?"

"Given that I'm standing here for this interview, this recruitment information isn't fake, so we can make a
basic judgment: there must be an unusual motive behind this unusual behavior."

"An unusual motive?"

"This job posting is posted at the entrance of the girls' school. You have to get close to see it clearly, but since it's
a
girls' school, most men wouldn't get too close out of politeness. So who is this posting for?" Zhang Wenhai continued, seemingly oblivious to his own thoughts. "It's simple. The target of this job posting is someone who is very interested in Guangyi Girls' School, or rather,
someone from Guangyi Group who wants to join the school."

"So what?"

"Guangyi Group is just a private company, and it's only recently grown. I'd venture a guess; it might
be related to corporate espionage." Zhang Wenhai suddenly took two steps forward, bending down as if speaking to the table. "
Beautiful lady , I'm here to pursue you. Aren't you going to meet me in person?"

The meeting room was silent for several seconds before the interviewer said, "Go upstairs. The chairman
is waiting for you in his office on the top floor."

"Aren't you going to take me up? I can't use your elevator."

Guangyi Group's elevators require fingerprint verification to operate. The small meeting room is on the third floor, which is a short walk,
but the building has thirty-eight floors. Walking to the top floor is not something even for Zhang Wenhai
.

"The chairman said if you can't make it to the top, you should give up on pursuing her," the interviewer thought with a hint of
schadenfreude.

Zhang Wenhai wasn't in a hurry, but maintained a steady pace as he climbed the stairs.
After reaching the top floor, he glanced at his watch and muttered to himself, "Twelve minutes and forty-four seconds. My stamina is starting to drop."

There was only one room on the rooftop, undoubtedly He Wanxin's office. Zhang Wenhai politely knocked on
the door, and a melodious female voice came from inside: "The door's open, come in."

Zhang Wenhai pushed open the door and saw He Wanxin wearing a sleeveless pink dress, leaning against her desk
drinking coffee. Her hair was neatly tied back, giving her a mature and intellectual beauty.
Between half of her flawless, jade-like calves were visible, inevitably making one wonder what kind of
beauty was hidden beneath the long dress. With her snow-white arms and graceful figure, Zhang Wenhai found it hard to look away.

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