I stared in disbelief and said, "So that's exactly what they like?"
Red Hair glared at me and continued to Qin Hui, "Our boss actually peed in public. No matter how much they beat him, even tried to stab him with a knife, they couldn't stop him. After he finished, he just pulled up his pants like nothing had happened..."
I patted my chest and said, "Stop! This is disgusting!"
"Since then, no one has been able to compete with us for the nightclub's business."
I said, "Really? You took over those pay toilets along the way in the same way, right?"
Red Hair glared at me and stormed off. It seems that Liu Xia Zhi is now regarded as a celestial being in their eyes, someone not to be profaned.
Liu Xiazhi saw me from afar and walked over with a big smile: "Xiao Qiang is here?"
I looked curiously at the bag in his hand and asked, "I heard you went to the gym, what are you carrying?"
Liu Xiazhi sheepishly pulled several discarded bottles and jars from his bag. Seeing that no one was around, I whispered, "You haven't changed your old habits. Do you know who you are now?"
Liu Xia Zhi said, "At first, I was confused and almost gave myself away several times, but as time went on, I gradually figured it out." As he spoke, Liu Xia Zhi pulled a bunch of slips of paper from his pocket. I took one and looked at it; it said, "You are Liu Xia Zhi." Several others said, "You are not only Wang Laji, you are also the ruthless Liu Xia Zhi," and "Wang Laji and Liu Xia Zhi are the same person"...
I watched for a while and then laughed, "Does it work?"
Liu Xiazhi said, "It's not very useful; Wang Laji doesn't know how to read much."
"And then what? You didn't stop recognizing me after we started talking, did you?"
Liu Xiazhi said, "It's not that bad. For a while, it was really bad, like a cold with sudden chills and fever. Sometimes it would go back and forth several times in a minute, but I gradually got used to it. Now, the only thing is that after becoming Wang Laji (a nickname for a garbage collector), I'm a little ashamed to see blood, but I still understand. Besides—" Liu Xiazhi held up the garbage bag in his hand, "It's a habit I've had for so many years, it's not so easy to change. So whenever I have time, I just take a stroll around the area as a form of exercise. Every penny counts."
Throughout history, there has been no shortage of all kinds of bosses, some who love slender waists, some who love small feet, and some who can compose poems and write essays. But this is the first time I've ever heard of someone who loves to collect junk.
Knowing he would have to live off the scrap collector from now on, Qin Hui flattered him, saying, "Mr. Liu Xia's methods of increasing revenue and reducing expenditure are quite unique."
Liu Xiazhi glanced at Qin Hui and asked me, "Who is this?"
I quickly said, "This is a friend I brought for you. He'll be staying with you for a while."
Liu Xiazhi quickly leaned over and shook hands with Qin Hui: "Welcome, welcome. From now on, this beer stall and that garbage recycling station are your responsibility."
Qin Hui: "..."
I whispered in Liu Xiazhi's ear, "This guy is smart enough, but you can't believe everything he says." Although these three guys, Red, Yellow, and Green Mao, aren't exactly good people either, I'm really afraid that Qin Hui might incite them to rebel against Liu Xiazhi. It would be bad if they started fighting each other over a few pay toilets.
After finally settling the old traitor in, I drove towards the pawnshop. From Liu Xiazhi onwards, I noticed a Passat following me. I gave way to it a few times, and it slowed down and cowered behind me. Just as I was about to leave the highway, this guy suddenly cut in front of me and started intentionally or unintentionally cutting me off. Finally, at the edge of a deserted area, the guy slammed on the wheel and forced me to the side of the road.
I slammed on the brakes, and I almost flew out of the car. Once it came to a stop, I couldn't wait to stick my head out and yell, "You bastard! Do you even know how to drive?"
Unexpectedly, the other person was even more aggressive than me. Without saying a word, he jumped out of the car, not even bothering to close the door, and pointed at me, shouting, "Get out!"
This man was probably a year or two younger than me, but he had a big beard and was about the same height as me, but a bit stronger.
I chuckled and climbed out of the car, brick in hand. He was a bit more reckless than me, but I wasn't afraid of him. Aside from the tough guys at my school, my friend Xiao Qiang had a pretty high win rate in 1v1 fights.
The bearded man looked me up and down carefully for a few moments, then asked angrily, "Are you Xiao Qiang?"
I was slightly alarmed to learn that the other party knew who I was. Could it be someone I'd offended, plotting revenge? That would be terrible; they must have been well-prepared.
But after looking around for a while, I saw that the only person who got out of the car was the bearded man. The surrounding area was desolate, and there was no way to set up an ambush.
The bearded man demanded, "Do you recognize me?"
I shook my head.
The bearded man asked again, "So, are you the King of Sanda?"
I nodded. Now that he knows I'm the Sanda King, shouldn't he at least be a little more polite to me?
Little did I know that my nod would cause the bearded man to roar in fury: "You're a damn slapstick king!"
I was puzzled, so I took out my phone and used my mind-reading ability on him. The screen showed a scene from a martial arts tournament, with a bearded man standing on the podium, holding a large, trumpet-like trophy in one hand and a gold-embossed certificate in the other, bearing three large characters: King of Sanda!
In the blink of an eye, I understood everything: neither I nor the Liangshan people actually participated in the Sanda King finals; the strongest contender before was Duan Tianlang, who even used the slogan "Invincible Under Heaven" to attract attention, but in the end, I punched him so hard he vomited blood, and that was the end of the exciting part of the martial arts tournament; after that, Cheng Fengshou withdrew from the finals with Hongri Martial Arts School, the heroes encountered a surprise attack from the Four Heavenly Kings, Dong Ping, who was the strongest contender for the singles competition, did not go on the last day, and Duan Jingzhu faced Wang Yin; with the withdrawal of these three from the top four, the title of Sanda King was given to Dong Ping's opponent—the bearded man in front of me.
So strictly speaking, the "King of Sanda" isn't me or Dong Ping, but Big Beard. However, to be honest, the later matches were a bit dull. What everyone remembers is my few seconds of appearance, my punch that shook Duan Tianlang. So, in the public eye, when people talk about the King of Sanda, the first person they think of is me. As for Big Beard, aside from receiving a large megaphone, he's almost completely forgotten.
That's the whole story. I can understand why the bearded man is angry—in the final scene of the mind-reading scene, I saw a bearded man with his head full of fire, which means he's very angry and frustrated, just like a QQ profile picture.
I chuckled: "Sorry, bro, it turns out you're the real Sanda King."
The bearded man said coldly, "You remember me?"
I suppressed a laugh—that QQ emoticon was hilarious—and said, "I remember, I remember. This imposter has met the real deal. My apologies. I'll treat you to dinner another day." With that, I started walking towards my car. But the bearded man showed no intention of moving aside, still standing with his hands on his hips, glaring at me. I helplessly shrugged: "So what do you want?"
The bearded man glared at me for a while, then suddenly jumped up and shouted, "I'm so pathetic! Who remembers me, the Sanda King, now except my mother?"
I quickly comforted him, "How about this? You pay the TV station to rebroadcast that awards ceremony a few more times. I think it could be right after the Brain Gold commercial—'No gifts this holiday season, only Brain Gold!' followed by your award ceremony." The reason I joked like that was because I genuinely thought that so-called "Sanda King" was just a load of rubbish. Not only do I not have the skill, but even if I did, so what? Do you think you can get pork for eight yuan a pound just by showing your ID card?
To everyone's surprise, the bearded man rolled up his sleeves and started spinning around, saying, "No way, I have to fight you. If I lose, I'll personally deliver the trophy and certificate to your home; if I win, at least I'll have a real victory. Come on!"
I quickly took a few steps back and leaned against the car door, saying, "If you really want to fight, how about I find you a few guys?" I knew what it meant to be among the top four in the martial arts tournament: the bearded man in front of me might not be a match for Wang Yin, and he might not be able to beat Dong Ping, but the important thing was—he could easily take me down!
The bearded man took a step closer and said, "I'll fight you, since you're the Sanda King."
I took out a cigarette and handed it to him: "Calm down and have a smoke."
The bearded man shoved hard, saying, "You're going to fight today whether you like it or not..."
Before he could finish speaking, I handed him something: "Have a cookie."
The bearded man: "..." This kid was clearly confused by my erratic thinking. He casually stuffed the biscuit into his mouth and chewed, then continued, "Even if you call the police to arrest me, I'll get out sooner or later. I'm going to blackmail you for the rest of my life!"