Chapter 66: Lv Bu Rides a Dog and Slaughters Everyone in All Directions

"Sanlang! What the hell are you doing?" He Yuzhu roared from his wheelchair, giving Tang Sanlang, who was busy reprimanding a new recruit, a start.

"Ah? No, I'm not doing anything." Tang Sanlang turned his head, and upon seeing it was He Yuzhu, his fierce and menacing expression vanished instantly, replaced by a simple and honest look.

"Did I or did I not tell you that you aren't allowed to bully the new recruits?!" He Yuzhu continued to move forward, looking down at Tang Sanlang, his words carrying a tone of disappointment that they hadn't lived up to his expectations.

"I, Section Chief, I didn't bully any new recruits." Tang Sanlang scratched his head, feeling aggrieved. The shower of dandruff made He Yuzhu hold his breath and quickly back up two wheel-turns before he could let out a sigh of relief.

"Then what are you doing? Am I blind? Did you just kick Xiaohui?"

"Ah, I did kick him." Tang Sanlang was taken aback and nodded, not bothering to make excuses.

"Then what else is there to say? Pack your things and get out." He Yuzhu glared at him and turned to leave.

Tang Sanlang hurriedly ran up, his face even more aggrieved as he said, "Section Chief, I did kick him, but I really didn't bully him. If you don't believe me, ask him."

He Yuzhu was pushed back by Tang Sanlang to the front of the new recruits standing in a row. Everyone nodded hurriedly, and even Liu Lan's brother-in-law, that Xiaohui who had been kicked, nodded embarrassedly and said, "Section Chief, Brother Tang really didn't bully me."

"Then why did you kick him?" He Yuzhu was a bit puzzled; why kick someone for no reason?

"Hey, Section Chief, let him tell you himself." Tang Sanlang was a bit anxious; he hadn't expected He Yuzhu's "pack your things and get out" to be serious, and he would really have to be careful from now on.

"Reporting to the Section Chief, I... because I have a clumsy gait." Xiaohui shouted the report with full vigor, but his voice grew quieter as he spoke.

The crowd also snickered.

He Yuzhu shook his head helplessly, patted Tang Sanlang on the shoulder, and said, "If he has a clumsy gait, have more patience and teach him. Hitting people is never right. You're the older brother, teach him more!"

"But, Section Chief, I've tried every method. There's just no way." Tang Sanlang was also very aggrieved. It was the first time in his life he had encountered someone who walked with a clumsy gait; their whole group had racked their brains to think of a solution, but it was to no avail.

"Excuses! Listen to me! You do it like this!" He Yuzhu balled up his fist and hammered Tang Sanlang twice. The rock-hard Tang Sanlang was fine, but instead, He Yuzhu's fist was left tingling.

Half an hour later, He Yuzhu left, looking depressed as he wheeled his own chair, leaving behind only one sentence: "If it really doesn't work, just let Xiaohui stand at the main gate; don't take him on patrol."

Back at the office, He Yuzhu called over Yu Binjiang and Sun Liancheng, who were taking turns resting, and they chatted while drinking water.

"Who do you have at home?"

"Just parents, a wife, and a few brothers, Section Chief." Yu Binjiang spoke first, holding a teapot and waiting to pour water for He Yuzhu.

"Same for my family, Section Chief." Sun Liancheng was honest, sitting on his chair in a well-behaved manner, having lost his previous cheeky expression. They had been scolded quite a bit by their families after returning home, and they were becoming increasingly serious about this job.

"Alright, work hard from now on. If you have difficulties at home, speak up. I don't play dirty, and neither should you, understand? Do you have children yet?" He Yuzhu nodded; he had to help the brothers under his command if they were in trouble, otherwise, who knew what they might do.

It is hard to walk the straight path, but it is easy to have crooked thoughts; once you take a wrong step, there is no turning back.

"Yes, thank you, Section Chief."

"Mm, it's nothing. Old Yu, when you have a son, I'll give him a few purebred miniature Akhal-Teke horses."

"Akhal-Teke... and miniature?" Yu Binjiang was stunned.

"Section Chief, I already have a son. Look, why don't you give one to me first?" After some conversation, Sun Liancheng had loosened up quite a bit and began to joke with a grin.

"You? Your son won't do. Wait until you have a chubby son in ten years, and I'll give him an elephant."

"An elephant???" Sun Liancheng was full of question marks, but He Yuzhu didn't continue on this topic.

"Section Chief, I heard that Lv Bu rode an Akhal-Teke horse back in the day. Is that the one you're talking about?" Yu Binjiang thought for a moment and asked.

"Cough, cough... probably not. If I said that, wouldn't it mean Lv Bu was riding a dog? Forget it, we'll talk about it when you have kids." He Yuzhu imagined it.

Below Hulao Pass, Lv Bu wore a purple-gold crown with three-pronged pheasant feathers, a red cotton robe with hundred-flower patterns from Xichuan, armor with beast-head shoulder guards and interlocking plates, and a waist belt with exquisite lion-patterned buckles; with a bow and arrows at his side, holding a painted halberd, sitting on a Red Hare horse...

Eek!

He Yuzhu shuddered. Was it really Lv Bu riding a dog, slaughtering everyone in all directions?

The three of them were just about to talk and laugh when someone who looked somewhat familiar knocked on the door of the Security Section and walked in.

"Oh my, I've finally found you, Section Chief He." The visitor was about twenty years old, with delicate features, and his face was full of smiles as he spoke.

"Come, please sit. Who are you?" He Yuzhu quickly gave a wink, and Yu Binjiang and Sun Liancheng stood up immediately, one grabbing a bowl, the other pouring water.

"No need for formalities. Have you forgotten? We met at the Cultural Work Department. You even cooked for everyone. Well, do you remember now?" The visitor smiled and sat down casually to one side, his tone very intimate.

"Oh, oh, I remember now. Aren't you that... that... what is it you came here for?" He Yuzhu wiped his sweat and quickly changed the subject.

"Ah, it's like this, Section Chief He. I've come to ask for your help. Our comrade Zhao Lidong, who was with us before, had a job transfer and followed his older brother to Handong. His departure is fine, but the leaders above want to see a 'Battle of Wits,' and now there's no one who can step up. So, the leader sent me to ask for your help. Can you help us out?"

"Easy, when? But look, my body can only sit; will that work? By the way, Zhao Lidong left? What's his older brother's name?" He Yuzhu nodded with a smile and personally handed the other person a cup of water. Who knew which cloud would bring rain? Perhaps this small person in front of him was backed by a pillar of heaven.

"It's fine, as long as your voice is okay. It's tomorrow night. If you can make it, I'll have a driver pick you up after you get off work. As for his older brother, what else could he be called? There are four brothers, Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter, of course."

"Oh, okay, Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter... wait, his older brother is Zhao Lichun!" He Yuzhu was stunned, spat out a mouthful of tea, and then stood up from his wheelchair with a 'whoosh.'

"Ah... your, your legs..." The visitor pointed at He Yuzhu in surprise, stuttering as he spoke.

He Yuzhu was taken aback and looked down.

"Oh, hiss, ah, it hurts like hell. Quick, Binjiang, go get some painkillers."

He hadn't expected to hear news of Zhao Lichun here. It was already surprising enough for He Yuzhu to have met Liang Lu's father earlier; was this fate?

He Yuzhu, who had stood up too abruptly, finally managed to recover and agreed to the other party's request. The reason was simple: there were many big shots in the Cultural Work Department, and many children of high-ranking officials would go there to gild their resumes if they couldn't do anything else. Getting to know more friends never hurt.

What he didn't know was that because of this favor, he would later be scolded severely for something he did out of self-assumed cleverness, but he would also gain his own love.