A party filled with hormones celebrating success

  In the old Honda Accord, Bei Xiaoshuai was proudly holding onto the steering wheel and whistling, while Liu Ziguang sat in the front passenger seat with a face full of admiration: "You're awesome, where did you learn this?"

  "I have a younger brother named Ma Chao under me, who works as an apprentice in the repair factory. He's very familiar with this set." Bei Xiaoshuai took out a Red Plum cigarette from his pocket and handed one to Liu Ziguang.

  Liu Ziguang took a puff of his cigarette and asked, "Is that the kid wearing the Mobil Oil uniform? Doesn't look like he's got two brains to rub together."

  Bei Xiao Shuai fiddled with his e-cigarette and replied, "He's also just messing around, in the factory he's also just helping people wash cars, but this kid is pretty good at racing games, every time we play racing games at the arcade he's always first."

  After pressing for half a day, the electronic cigarette lighter turned out to be broken. Bai Xiaoshuai was so angry that he punched the dashboard heavily: "Damn it! Japanese cars are just not good!"

  As if in protest of his usual self, Ya Ge suddenly sputtered twice and died.

  "Damn it, this crappy car is not even as durable as a Jetta. I should have driven the Jetta instead." Bei Xiaoshuai complained, getting out of the car and opening the hood to take a look, pretending to be knowledgeable for half a day without finding any clues.

  "Brother, it's probably time to get it repaired. You go ahead and take the taxi first, this place is not far from the repair shop, we can just push it there." Be Xiao Shuai had no choice but to surrender.

  Liu Ziguang said: "Alright, you guys go fix the car. Tonight, we'll meet at the old place, if we don't see each other, it's not a big deal."

  The troops divided into two routes. Bai Xiaoshuai and five others pushed the cart to the repair factory where Ma Chao was, while Liu Ziguo got on horseback and went ahead back.

  ……

  On the street, the onlookers had already been dispersed by the 110 patrol police. The team leader also arrived at the scene and was talking to the owner of the car that had been scratched, while the middle-aged woman who had been shouting abuse regained her composure and continued to scold loudly, demanding that Li Shangting's police uniform be stripped off. Two young men with crooked eyes and mouths were wincing in pain as they sucked on their wounds, meanwhile taking out their mobile phones and making non-stop calls, seemingly intent on blowing the incident up into a big deal.

  Li Shangting felt wronged and complained to the squad leader: "This car is obviously a fake military vehicle, how can it still be so arrogant."

  The team leader, in his thirties, was more worldly than Li Shangting, a young policeman. He patted Li's shoulder and said with a heavy heart: "Little Li, a fake military vehicle is just a fake military vehicle after all. A Cayenne is still a Cayenne, a car worth over a million yuan, can you afford to seize it?"

  "Of course I can deduct, because I have the national emblem on my head!" Li Shangting suddenly became arrogant and retorted to the squadron leader.

  The squad leader was taken aback, as if he saw his own youthful shadow in Little Li. He smiled helplessly: "Alright, alright, let's see how Captain Wang handles it now. They're saying you instigated civilians to beat them up and are going to sue you."

  "But I don't even know those people, and I'm dealing with their license plate numbers." Li Shangting's eyes turned red with urgency as soon as he heard this.

  "How can you help someone you don't know fight? How can you let them go if you don't know them?" The squad leader's one sentence left Li Shangting speechless.

  "Alas, I'm not sure about your character yet, but sometimes society is like this. Outsiders think we police are powerful and intimidating, but in reality, we're just struggling to make ends meet, and still get bullied by those who drive BMWs and Mercedes. Who can understand? Little Li, from now on, learn more from the veteran officers." The squadron leader let out a long sigh, pulled out a cigarette and handed it to Li Shangting.

  Li Shangting lit a cigarette and took a fierce drag, causing him to cough violently. At this time, the team leader had already resolved the issue and drove away with a flourish, passing by Li Shangting's side. The two young men inside the car still pointed at him through the window and silently cursed him, essentially saying "wait and see".

  Li Shangting angrily removed his helmet, raised it high and then gently put it down. His young face was flushed red, just as the team leader walked over and cleared his throat.

  The squad leader and Li Shangting hastily dropped their cigarettes and stood at attention.

  "It's been settled, it was Director Zhang and his wife who were involved in the big development project. The license plate was obtained through the Armed Forces Department to the Minister's office. Whether it's true or false, this matter has been handled in a really ridiculous way."

  "Is Little Li okay?" the squad leader hastily asked.

  "It's alright, Old Zhang, you take care of him too. Don't make a scene like this again, it's troublesome!" After saying that, the captain got into the police car and left.

  The team leader let out a sigh of relief and patted Li Shangting's shoulder: "I'll arrange for you to take a shift, go home and adjust your mood first."

  "Yes." Li Shangting responded in a low voice.

  ……

  In the Zhicheng Garden property security room, Liu Ziguang had his legs propped up on the table, leisurely waiting for the end of his shift. In the drawer was 120,000 yuan in cash, and just thinking about it made him feel wonderful.

  One hundred and twenty thousand is not a lot, but it's enough to improve the living conditions at home. My parents have worked hard their whole lives, but we still don't even have air conditioning at home, the refrigerator is an old Snowflake from the 90s, and the TV is a 21-inch Changhong that was bought on sale back in the day. My parents don't really have any hobbies, they just like to watch TV at night, so now that we have some money, I'll get them a new 46-inch LCD TV first.

  TV sets and air conditioners won't cost much money. The main expense is still on development, finding a way to make money grow is the key.

  I was planning a quiet day, when the phone rang. I picked it up and it was Xiaobei's voice: "Brother, I'm at the repair shop now. That broken Accord doesn't know where Zhang Biao got it from, it's a piece of junk! It's a '97 model, a fifth generation Accord! They said this car hasn't been maintained for a long time, the engine is shot and needs a major overhaul."

  "How much does it cost to overhaul?"

  "The quote is 30,000, but it's still uncertain whether it can be repaired, the key is that the parts are hard to match."

  "Thirty thousand is still a small price to pay, just throw it there and wait for Zhang Biao to come up with the ransom."

  After hanging up the phone, Liu Ziguang couldn't help but worry about Zhang Biao's financial situation. This guy looks decent, but his three cars are either fake license plates or junk, it seems like he's just a shell of a person. Tomorrow, I'll have to press him for the remaining money, and also hurry up and get the cement mixer over here.

  ……

  That night, the good guys gathered again and walked into the big shed. Liu Ziguang felt something was wrong. The young fellow who usually chuckled and liked to joke with him had red eyes today, and Boss *** also frowned, chopping meat with a fierce force, as if every cut was accompanied by a vicious intent.

  "Hey, little brother, what's wrong? Tell me if there's something on your mind." Liu Ziguang said.

  "It's nothing, what can I get for you?" The young shopkeeper wiped away a tear and asked in a low, muffled tone, as if there was something he couldn't bring himself to say.

  Liu Ziguang didn't force him either, saying: "Old rules, whatever you order will be put on the bill and we'll settle it together later."

  Mao Hai responded with a "yes" and went back to tend to the charcoal stove. Meanwhile, Bei Xiaoshuai led dozens of people over there as well.

  "Brother, let me formally introduce you. This is Ma Chao, my younger brother. If there's anything you need, just call him. You don't have to go to the 4S store for things like oil filter replacements anymore. That place is a total rip-off, they'll take your money without even negotiating. Ma Chao can handle these small tasks."

  Liu Ziguang looked down at Ma Chao, the young man was not tall, but had a sturdy build, his hair was messy and unkempt, his body was covered in oil stains, and his two hands were even more black with grease and grime that couldn't be washed clean, but his eyes were shining brightly.

  "Good job, young man. From now on, follow me." Liu Ziguang stretched out his right hand, and Ma Chao was stunned for a moment, feeling a bit honored, hurriedly wiped his hand on the relatively clean part of his pants, before shaking hands with Liu Ziguang.

  Liu Ziguang carelessly shook hands with Ma Chao's black hand a few times, patted his shoulder and said: "Sit down casually, don't be polite later, drink plenty, I'll cover the bill."

  But Ma Chao didn't follow Bei Xiao Shuai to take a seat, instead he spoke hesitantly: "Brother, there's something...".

  "What's up, speak."

  "Actually, that Accord is a pure import, you can tell from the radio frequency and the code table, the car is good, it's just been driven too much of a pain, brother, if you trust me, let me take care of it, maybe I can fix it." Ma Chao said this with some hesitation, after all, he knew his own identity, just a small worker washing cars in a repair factory.

  "Go! Anyway, a dead horse is treated as a live one, it's up to you now." Liu Ziguang didn't even bat an eyelid. Although he wasn't very familiar with Ma Chao, from this young man, he saw a spirit called struggle and perseverance.

  "How much does it cost to fix?" Bei Xiaoshuai asked in surprise.

  "I don't want a single cent, anyway I'll be staying at the garage tonight and sneaking out to work in the middle of the night, it won't matter." Ma Chao said.

  "Stop bragging, your manager said it would be 30,000 yuan and it's still not guaranteed to be fixed." Bei Xiaoshuai still looked disbelieving.

  "It's just a matter of pulling the cylinder, and methods like boring or grinding can solve it. Although this car is from Japan, it's an American version that was smuggled in, so the quality is still good. I believe it can be fixed." Ma Chao explained.

  "Hey, you little kid, didn't think you'd know this, when did your master kindly teach you the skill?" Bei Xiaoshuai listened to him speaking sensibly and felt there was a way in, so he grinned.

  Ma Chao scratched his head: "I learned it in secret."

  "Not bad, learned from Master, I appreciate it. Come on, let's go drink!" Liu Ziguang put his arm around Ma Chao's shoulder and walked into the big shed.

  "Boss, what's this 'stealing a master' thing?" A middle school student-looking yellow-haired kid asked with a face full of question marks.

  Bai Xiaoshuai slapped his head with a loud slap: "Idiot! Stealing from the master means stealing things from the master's family, you don't even understand this!"

  As a dozen or so off-duty security guards joined in, the barbecue shed became even more lively. Several of the beautiful girls that Bei Xiaoshuai had brought along were all wearing revealing short skirts, exposing a flash of snow-white skin around their waists, and some were even loosely tied with a red string, smoking cigarettes as they wove in and out among the men, occasionally letting out exaggerated shrieks: "You damned thing, what are you doing touching my butt?"

  The girls were heavily made up, and it was the 17 or 18-year-old prime of youth. They wore suspender skirts and swayed back and forth, with white thighs everywhere in sight. The men had eaten a lot of spicy lamb skewers and other fiery foods, making them feel even more parched. It seemed like there was a fire burning in their bellies, so they all took off their tops. They downed cold beers and 2-yuan bottles of Shanshui beer, trying to quench the flames.

  Inside the greenhouse, smoke and flames were raging, and the male aura seemed to be spreading cautiously.

  "Hey boss, what's the program for tonight?" someone shouted.

  "Internet cafe all night!" a middle school student shouted, immediately drawing a burst of ridicule.

  "Let's go clubbing." A seductive girl suggested.

  "Bouncing around, just to show off your two mimi! " Bei Xiaoshuai immediately vetoed and stood up with a beer bottle: "I solemnly suggest that everyone go to Huaqing Pool for sauna!"

  This YD's proposal was immediately passed unanimously by the excessively hormonal men, and everyone raised their wine bottles and beer cups, shouting: "Sauna! Sauna!"

  Liu Ziguang's security guards were all young men in their twenties, single and penniless. As security guards, they didn't have enough money to get married or date, earning only 800 yuan a month. They couldn't even afford to go to saunas or brothels, so they had to resort to masturbation to satisfy themselves. Now that someone was treating them to food and drink, it was just what they needed, and they were more than happy to oblige.

  Bei Xiaoshuai's subordinates were a group of young people, mostly still virgins, with vague but extremely strong curiosity about sex. Now that the boss suggested going to the legendary Huaqing Pool for sauna, they were even more excited, and the little money in their pockets stood up involuntarily.

  Bai Xiaoshuai smiled slyly and sat down, saying to Liu Ziguang: "Brother, Huacqingchi is still okay. Northeastern girls, 100 yuan for a full set, go have some fun?"

  Liu Ziguang pinched out his cigarette butt: "You guys play, I still have a night shift tonight."

  Bei Xiao Shuai's face was full of disdain: "I know, brother, you think they're low-class, but actually there are also high-level ones there. I heard their manager used to be a technician in Dongguan, and the work is absolutely top-notch!"

  Liu Ziguang neither confirmed nor denied it, and smiled faintly.

  The big shed was filled with a thick, choking atmosphere. Today, it was Liu Ziguang and others who had booked the whole place, *** and Maohai basically didn't have much to do with each other anymore. The two of them were whispering something beside the stove behind the tent, amidst the noisy crowd. Liu Ziguang vaguely heard words like "cancer" and "sister-in-law". After a while, he saw Maohai walk out with his shoulders shaking, his thin figure disappearing into the darkness.

  After a while, *** came out and first came over to have a drink with Liu Ziguang and others, then said in a low voice: "Brother, I want to talk to you about something."

  It's up to all of you, dear readers, whether this book becomes popular or not!