[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-the-proles":3,"chapter-lord-of-the-proles-lord-of-the-proles-chapter-11":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Lord of the Proles",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2290309,4478,"Chapter 11: Three Strokes of Good Fortune","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-11",11,"\u003Cp>The train stopped at Kudai Kan for half an hour, during which seven people—five women and two men—pushed their wares through the window at Li Banfeng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng was a man of firm will, and he made no deals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had to deal not just with them, but with the other passengers around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some among them had already closed deals, others had invited their buyers into the carriage, and some had conducted business right at the window—Li Banfeng could hear their voices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During that long half-hour, Li Banfeng bit his finger but never opened the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hold on, you must hold on—by tomorrow morning, you’ll reach He Jiaqing’s home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When I get to his house, I must find someone to serve me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I can’t find anyone satisfactory, I’ll make him serve me himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the whistle blew, Li Banfeng exhaled deeply, praising his own willpower—but the train had barely moved when it suddenly stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did we arrive?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ticket said arrival at 7 a.m. tomorrow; steam trains might be inaccurate, but not this early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screeeeech～～\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A piercing electrical hum filled the air, and the announcer’s voice returned:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Due to a train malfunction, we are currently stopped temporarily. All passengers must remain in their carriages and avoid unnecessary movement. On behalf of the entire crew, we extend our deepest apologies for the inconvenience.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The steam train had malfunctioned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It broke down in the middle of nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lights suddenly went out, plunging the carriage into darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng tried to use his phone’s flashlight, but it wouldn’t turn on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His phone was nearly dead—the battery had been low to begin with, and Li Banfeng hadn't bothered to charge it; now it was under five percent and about to shut down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng quickly plugged in the charger, but the phone showed no sign of charging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lights were out, and the outlets had no power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The train had cut off all electrical supply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng looked at his phone; soon after, it displayed an automatic shutdown prompt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out of power?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What do I do now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How do I find He Jiaqing’s house?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actually, his current concern shouldn’t be the phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He should be most worried about when the train will be repaired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On this railway, a train breakdown could take hours—or days—to fix.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actually, Li Banfeng had no reason to worry; his situation was still decent—he had instant noodles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most other passengers had brought no extra food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of panic began to spread through the train.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Dark Star Bureau, Security Captain Chen Zhangrui, wearing massive headphones, lay half-reclined in his chair with his eyes closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over an hour later, two ten-centimeter-long silvery centipedes crawled out from the headphone casing and lay stiffly on the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two centipedes were exhausted; Captain Chen was too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen removed his headphones, opened his eyes, took a cigarette from the pack, lit it, inhaled deeply, then exhaled smoke onto the centipedes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing the cigarette, Chen regained some energy, and the two centipedes stirred slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary You Xuehan waited for Captain Chen’s orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two hours ago, the Information Division lost Li Banfeng’s signal; with no other choice, the Security Division had to deploy the captain’s special ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Zhangrui took another cigarette and said to You Xuehan: “Tangyuan, tell Information Division: it’s not their equipment—it’s Li Banfeng’s phone, completely dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tangyuan” You Xuehan asked: “Captain, isn’t there another way to track him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What other way?” Old Chen shook his head. “Train 1160 is untrackable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You Xuehan thought a moment: “We could track people traveling with him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need,” Old Chen retracted the two silver centipedes and stood. “We don’t even know when he’ll get off. He might not even be on the train by tomorrow morning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Captain, the higher-ups are very concerned about the item Li Banfeng has,” You Xuehan reminded him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Chen chuckled, lit another cigarette: “Li Banfeng took something from the Lucky Star—he’s destined for three strokes of good fortune. Now his phone’s dead—that’s the first stroke of good fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We know this is the Lucky Star’s doing, yet we insist on tracking Li Banfeng? That’s like openly defying the Lucky Star. Why bother?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A dead phone counts as good fortune?” You Xuehan was baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A dead phone means those looking for him can’t find him. It’s not just us looking—he’s got enemies who want his item, and his life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You Xuehan froze: “Who wants his life?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Chen gave a knowing smile and said nothing. He put on his coat, walked to the office door, then turned back to You Xuehan: “Tangyuan, go home. Rest for a couple days. Tell the team to rest too—especially Dengpao. Everyone makes mistakes on missions. Let him drop this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about Vice-Captain Xiao?” You Xuehan asked cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let him do as he pleases,” Captain Chen said, then left the office, cigarette dangling from his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a villa in the southern district of Yuezhou, Xiao Zhenggong pushed away the blonde, blue-eyed woman and picked up the phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sect Master, the kid’s signal’s gone. Let our people just act on the train.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t act on Train 1160!” Xiao Zhenggong frowned. “Wait until he gets off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The train’s broken down—we don’t know when it’ll be fixed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I told you to wait. Whoever dares act on the train will face the Sect’s merciless discipline!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The call ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other end, there was no phone—only a man with an antenna sticking from his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man pulled the antenna from his head, wiped the blood off it, put it in a box, then erupted in curses:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fucking asshole, what are you so proud of? You’ve spent half your life in Waizhou—what do you even know? If not for your old man, you’d be nothing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A nearby man, wearing a forward cap, stepped forward: “Chief, what do we do now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What can we do? Send a few sharp guys to the station to wait for him. Remember: take the item first, then kill him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief had a hole in his skull, drilled specifically for the antenna; now that the antenna was removed, the hole remained—for next time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief found a plug, stuffed it into the hole, then stuck two strips of tape across it in a cross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Zhenggong walked to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass of red wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took one sip, then crushed the glass in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng, you’re lucky—you bought the Lucky Star’s instant noodles, and now you’ve gotten three strokes of good fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The train broke down, everyone else is starving, but you’ve got instant noodles—that’s your first stroke of good fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your phone’s dead, so you’ve evaded tracking—that’s your second stroke of good fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where’s the third?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be the peddler? You shouldn’t meet the peddler—he’s still at Green Water Bay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when will the train be fixed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it really be that lucky?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Xiao Zhenggong poured himself another glass—this time of strong liquor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blonde woman walked out of the bedroom, placed her hand on Xiao Zhenggong’s shoulder, and spoke slowly in accented Mandarin: “Sect Master, trouble?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A bit,” Xiao Zhenggong sighed. “The thing I want has been sent to Puluo Province.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blonde kissed his cheek: “Big trouble’s coming to Puluo Province. I heard He Jiaqing’s father, He Haiqin, is barely holding on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Zhenggong pondered for a moment, then said to her: “Have your brother go save He Haiqin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blonde smiled: “You know his price isn’t cheap.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Zhenggong sipped his wine and pinched her cheek: “Price is no problem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blonde warned: “Think carefully—this will offend the Lu family.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No other choice! This perfect plan has been ruined by that bastard Li Banfeng!” Xiao Zhenggong gritted his teeth and drained the glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Green Water Bay, Puluo Province, the He family mansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Haiqin, head of the He family, lay on his sickbed, forcing down a bowl of rice with the power of his Wu Xiu cultivation, barely clinging to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body was covered in pea-sized, emerald-green pustules, each glistening and translucent—“as if about to burst.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wife, Yan Yulin, tended to him carefully; his sister, He Yuxiu, entered, letting in a faint breeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truly “about to burst”—that one breeze popped one pustule on He Haiqin’s face, spilling green fluid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Haiqin’s face twisted in pain; Yan Yulin scolded He Yuxiu: “Sister, be gentler!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Yuxiu sat beside the bed and said to Yan Yulin: “Sister-in-law, Physician Chu has encountered trouble on the road—he won’t arrive today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What trouble?” Yan Yulin gasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Yuxiu’s expression turned grim: “Rumors say the Lu family intercepted him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Yulin’s voice trembled: “What do we do? Jiaqing hasn’t returned yet—sister, think of something!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Haiqin had suffered these strange pustules for two full years, sustained only by the medicine of Physician Chu Peiyin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, with Chu Peiyin stranded on the road, He Haiqin may not survive this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Yuxiu said to Yan Yulin: “Sister-in-law, Jiang Xiang’s faction has sent a physician; they say he’s skilled—he’s waiting outside. Let him try.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Which physician?” Yan Yulin saw a glimmer of hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Yuxiu lowered her voice: “He’s not famous, but he’s truly skilled. His name is Cui Ti.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What name?” He Haiqin suddenly spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cui Ti,” He Yuxiu answered carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A foreigner?” He Haiqin was displeased. “Don’t let him in!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: Dear readers, there’s another chapter at six. Please cast more monthly and recommendation votes for Shala!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1589,"2026-06-20T03:43:13.043Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","686ae2884202576a5422765751d200f7c9cdc40870761491fdab55f71cac67b3","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-12","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-10",863,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-proles-cover.jpg"]