Chapter 997: Wishing parents hadn't given birth to two more legs

"Zhou Changli is back."

Yu Li placed the teacup by Li Xuewu's side and reminded him: "Did you see him?"

"Hmm, at the main gate."

Li Xuewu replied casually, and after finishing the document in his hand, he looked up at Yu Li and said: "Zhou Wang Yamei is coming tomorrow."

"Got it."

Yu Li actually just wanted to ask about Zhou Wang Yamei's situation, but didn't dare to ask directly, so she mentioned Zhou Changli.

Li Xuewu didn't care about her caution, looking at the document while saying: "Tell the people below, at the end of the year, people's hearts are restless, pay attention to safety."

"Okay."

Yu Li sat opposite, examining Li Xuewu, hesitating for half a long time, before saying: "Zhou Changli came back this time, intending to contact previous connections..."

"Hmm?"

Li Xuewu frowned slightly upon hearing this, looked up at Yu Li, waiting for her follow-up.

"It was this morning."

Yu Li explained: "After Zhou Changli came back, he communicated this matter with me, intending to ask for previous connections to recruit sailors."

"What connections does he have, do you know?"

Li Xuewu glanced at Yu Li, then picked up his fountain pen to annotate the document, continuing to say: "Only this once, next time there is work reported across levels, I'll kick them out."

"... Okay."

Yu Li knew she had made a mistake again, pursing her lips, feeling a bit down.

Waiting until the document in his hand was annotated, Li Xuewu then instructed: "You don't need to give them face, and you don't need to take care of anyone's emotions; if there's a problem, let them come find me."

"I'm sorry."

Yu Li said with a face full of apology: "I... I didn't know he..."

"Hmm, pay attention next time."

Li Xuewu nodded slowly, not looking at her, reminding her while speaking: "There will be superiors reporting layer by layer for things; even if Zhou Wang Yamei and Biaozi know, it's not his turn to speak."

"Also!"

Turning the page of the document, Li Xuewu looked up at Yu Li and said: "You have no responsibility or right to allow anyone to do anything, except for the club."

"Yes."

Yu Li's answer this time was very quick and firm; she had already heard the warning in Li Xuewu's words, knowing she had touched his bottom line unknowingly.

This office set up in the club only had service functions, not administrative management functions.

The neck cannot do the head's work; otherwise, what is the use of the head.

Li Xuewu didn't blame her too much; before, she was just a housewife, later training in the sales department.

The only management and coordination experience she had was the few months of tempering in the club.

Letting her take up office work was purely because she was more trustworthy.

Since he knew her ability situation was like this, how could Li Xuewu have higher requirements for her?

But there must be a bottom line; what should be managed must be managed, and what shouldn't be managed must absolutely not be given to her, or give anyone illusions.

The construction of a group enterprise is also built bit by bit; if the foundation is unstable, no matter how high the building is, it will still sway.

Since there is an office system, one must follow the corresponding procedures; this isn't the original grassroots team where you say one thing and I say another.

For execution personnel like Zhou Changli, Li Xuewu would not give them the right to think independently.

Unless it's at Li Wenbiao's level, otherwise just execute according to the superior's instructions.

The biggest taboo in organizational work is not listening to orders; those legendary dramas on TV are all thought up by screenwriters without brains.

Back then, those people working underground, if they dared to change the execution plan at will, they would be punished if light, and executed if heavy.

It's the same here with Li Xuewu; although it won't go as far as doing something to people, if there is no trust, he won't use them again in the future.

Zhou Changli is young, has no schemes, and just feels that doing things by relying on a reckless energy is enough.

After being tempered in Steel City for so many days and experiencing some accidents, he finally knows to report when there is something.

But he didn't think that reporting the matter to Yu Li itself was a mistake.

Either report to Zhou Wang Yamei or report to him; Yu Li is in Beijing, in the club, but she isn't in charge, so what's the use of telling her.

Of course, thinking from Zhou Changli's perspective, he came back to do things, and communicated work with the club as a base, so naturally, he had to tell Yu Li.

He might feel that, anyway, it's all for the unit, and taking the initiative to contact old friends for help, he was even offering his own connections.

But in Li Xuewu's view, this kind of offering is not worth praising; those people introduced by friends carry a certain danger themselves.

In Beijing now, it's Li Xuewu who still pays attention to the influence; otherwise, there would be as many people as you want.

Can't even eat, so let them do whatever you want.

"Since you've already promised him, just do it."

Looking at Yu Li's guilty and apologetic appearance, Li Xuewu finally nodded, considering this matter turned over.

Yu Li stood up, walked behind Li Xuewu to knead his shoulders, and explained with a wronged voice: "I really didn't think much at the time, only later did I feel... I won't do it next time."

"Hmm."

Li Xuewu responded; anyway, it's all recruiting people, Zhou Changli wants to promote his old friends, maybe he has the intention of establishing his own authority and team in Steel City.

The recycling station will still expand in the future; who doesn't want to stand on their own and go out to venture into a career.

Opportunities are always left for those who are prepared.

If the opportunity is given, and he has no one to support him, what should he do then?

So creating his own relationship network in time, these people recruited from Beijing will slowly have a portion of people walking into management positions.

And he, already working in the recycling station and responsible for office work, will have more opportunities in the future.

In the personnel department, if you don't take the opportunity to create convenience for yourself, which department can have this ability?

But Li Xuewu doesn't care; whether it's Li Wenbiao, Wen San'er, or Ding Wanqiu, Zhou Changli, it's all the same.

Since we are going to do a career, we can't be selfish and suppress others from rising.

Li Wenbiao and Wen San'er have natural innate advantages, but if they don't work hard, he won't blindly indulge them.

Zhou Changli wants to progress, wants to rise, he doesn't begrudge opportunities, and even less will he look at his background with colored glasses.

However, to succeed, one must bring out real ability; even from the "Wanzhu" group, there are awesome figures who walk onto the world stage.

Of course, whether Zhou Changli can climb up the ladder through his ladder is entirely up to himself.

After all, Li Xuewu is not doing charity, and even less has the intention of being a godfather.

Actually, Zhou Changli's return this time really isn't just about returning home in glory.

After seeing the outside world, especially regarding money and society, and having a unique perspective of observation, he wants to do something.

Young people, they always have the drive and energy unique to their age, especially with such a good platform, he really feels that if he doesn't fight for it, he will regret it in the future.

Look at the mansion in front of him, look at the row of luxury cars parked in the garage, look at the girls and boys walking among the pavilions and pavilions.

Talking with scholars, no commoners coming and going; Zhou Changli hasn't seen any too awesome figures, Li Xuewu in his eyes is already the top, the best big boss.

Ancient luxurious rich, high officials and noble lords are just like this, not to mention Li Xuewu's background relations and the far-reaching network of contacts.

Zhou Changli and Zhao Lao Si were people who entered this door in the same batch; both felt that this is a very good platform with space for them to exert their abilities.

Just don't know if they have ever thought about whether what they see and think is what Li Xuewu deliberately let them see and think.

Yu Li walked out of the office, glanced at the direction of the main gate, and recalled the words Li Xuewu had taught her in the past: If you want to take it, you must first allow it.

Zhou Changli stood at the main gate, chatting with the "Wanzhu" big brothers who came to find him, and explaining what he had been doing during this period.

Returning home in glory without showing off is like wearing silk in the dark.

Zhou Changli is still quite restrained and didn't say the specific work location, nor did he say the work unit, only introducing some content related to the nature of the work.

But sailing on the big sea, isn't that the dream of these teenagers; that song is echoing in their ears, sailing on the sea depends on the helmsman~

Just as they were talking, they saw a team of veterans walking towards this side aggressively.

All the "Wanzhu" big brothers stopped talking and leaned towards Zhou Changli.

Today is Zhou Changli setting up the stage to invite the big brothers on the ground to drink, and someone coming to smash the stage is naturally ruining everyone's face.

Seeing the big brothers come out, those "Wanzhu" also threw away the cigarette butts in their hands and gathered around, their adrenaline surging.

But coming is coming, Li Xuewu and the others didn't take these "Wanzhu" seriously at all.

That noisy scene in August last year is still echoing in their ears; at that time, they beat the "Wanzhu" miserably, and they are still arrogant now, very much looking down on these mobs.

Zhang Haiyang and the others naturally confronted the "Wanzhu," separating east and west, blocking the front of the club's main gate.

Li Xuewu, however, didn't care about this and walked up the steps with Zhong Yuemin's shoulder in his arm.

Zhong Yuemin felt a bit uncomfortable at this moment, secretly feeling that Li Xuewu was using him as a gun.

But he had already been framed here; if he retreated at this time, it wouldn't just be a matter of losing face, but also offending Li Xuewu, and he wouldn't be able to mix in the circle in the future.

He turned his head and glanced at Yuan Jun and Zheng Tong, signaling them not to follow.

But things had reached this point, how could Yuan Jun and Zheng Tong dare to let him follow Li Xuewu to break in alone; if something really happened, no one could protect him.

Especially since the scene under the steps was even more tense, the "Wanzhu" had already surrounded the veterans who came over.

There were more "Wanzhu" in the end; today is the "Wanzhu" gathering in the Four Nine City, the veterans weren't organized in advance.

Zheng Tong looked at the scene below nervously, pushing Yuan Jun to follow Zhong Yuemin up the steps.

The movements of these people were all seen by the security guards at the door, who had long pressed the alarm, and all security guards in the club, except for the gate post, were rushing here.

Zhao Lao Si was in the guard room, seeing the situation was bad, the internal phone directly connected to Yu Li's office.

Yu Li had also just finished her work and returned, not daring to affect Li Xuewu's work, so she answered the phone quickly.

But Zhao Lao Si's report on the phone almost made her curse; after Zhao Lao Si explained and asked how to handle it, she had the heart to give the order directly.

But she remembered just now and couldn't help but look at Li Xuewu's expression.

Don't talk about the confidentiality effect of the phone at this time; it was almost comparable to a broadcast.

So Zhao Lao Si's report must have been heard by Li Xuewu.

Yu Li saw Li Xuewu didn't speak, but his brows were already wrinkled, so she knew how to answer.

She only had one sentence, and that was: if anyone can come to make trouble, then whether we want to open the door in the future, and whether your security section still has the necessity to exist.

Zhao Lao Si's answer was also very concise, just three words: Got it.

Hanging up the phone here, the security guards who gathered urgently were all holding anti-riot batons in their hands, and there were several anti-riot shields on the other side.

It was really Zhong Yuemin's bad luck today; the main gate security guard still didn't pay attention to their greeting, and didn't give Li Xuewu a chance to state his identity.

Just saw Zhao Lao Si walk out with a cold face, not looking at Zhou Changli's face, and not listening to Li Xuewu's active explanation of his identity.

He waved his hand, then stood with his hands behind his back, standing straight in front of the main gate, proudly looking at Li Xuewu and the others who were about to come up the steps, as well as the veterans and "Wanzhu" below the steps.

"Kill!"

Military overcoats, winter cotton hats, armed belts, black military boots, holding anti-riot rubber batons in their hands, almost all of them were burly Northeast men, shouting slogans like tigers descending the mountain.

These people ran out from the gate in small steps, in teams of three, regardless of who was in front, the shield bearers rushed down, and the two people behind swung their rubber batons and hit them head-on.

There weren't many security guards, just eighteen or nineteen people, forming six groups, but they completely overwhelmed these people in terms of momentum.

"My dad is..."

"It's your mom!"

Don't know who it was, seeing the scene was difficult to control and wanting to report their identity background, but those security guards didn't care whose dad it was, go ask your mom.

So the scene wasn't very chaotic; what was chaotic was this side under the steps.

Zhao Lao Si just stood there with his hands behind his back, looking lightly at the security guards following the training movements to clear people down, the rubber batons hitting just right.

They didn't fall, but they shouted in pain, holding their heads and fleeing, looking very embarrassed.

At this moment, the "Wanzhu" under the steps were greatly shocked; it was really rare to see how professional fighting was carried out, and today they opened their eyes.

Not only were they stunned, but even Zhou Changli couldn't believe that Zhao Lao Si would send security guards to fight these veterans, and even started clearing the "Wanzhu" who were standing relatively in front.

No way, the "Wanzhu" hurriedly dodged, giving these veterans a chance to escape; if they didn't give them an opening, these people might have pulled out knives.

It was really too painful to be hit; no matter how awesome or arrogant these veterans were, they couldn't bear the bitterness of the rubber batons.

For a time, crying for parents and calling for mothers, the sound of shouting pierced the ears, as if they were killing pigs.

With an opening to escape, these people ran really fast, just wishing their parents hadn't given birth to two more legs.

Li Xuewu was too cunning; he ran to the side when he saw those security guards coming out, jumped over the stone lion, and jumped away stepping on the edge of the flower bed.

And Zhong Yuemin and the others weren't slow either; Zheng Tong's glasses being knocked off delayed them, and Yuan Jun was hit on the shoulder, almost being beaten to his knees.

These people fled, the "Wanzhu" dodged, and the front of the main gate was solemn and quiet.

Zhou Changli looked at the steps with shock and bitterness, and at Zhao Lao Si standing with his hands behind his back in front of the main gate.

He understood a bit of the significance of Zhao Lao Si insisting on staying here.

Of course, one cannot say these people are weak and frail; after all, they are local forces that exist in the alleyways, and if they really start a ruckus, there are ruthless people among them.

Especially at this time, with more and more idle people in society, it truly provides the soil for their activities.

"I told you, hurry up, hurry up, but you just dawdle~"

Zhou Xiaobai pedaled the bicycle hard, but by this moment, she was almost out of strength.

Behind her, Luo Yun panted and wheezed as she pedaled, shouting, "It's just being late, at worst I'll go apologize to Sister Yu."

After saying this, she felt something was wrong. After calculating in her heart, she indignantly questioned, "Today is Sunday! No wonder you're so proactive!"

"And!"

Luo Yun pedaled hard for a few rounds, and after catching up to Zhou Xiaobai, she turned her head and asked, "You still haven't told me why you were crying last week. Did you two do that thing?"

"Go to hell~!"

Zhou Xiaobai snapped at her unhappily, then pedaled her bike to put some distance between them, emphasizing, "Just mind your own business. Later, I'll tell Zuo Jie that you're a chatterbox!"

"Pfft~"

Luo Yun curled her lips in disdain, but she didn't dare to delay under her feet; if they arrived late, they would definitely get scolded.

She wasn't afraid of Zuo Jie disliking her; she should be the one disliking Zuo Jie!

No, why should she!

The two of them are getting along just fine, why would there be any disliking!

It's all because of what Zhou Xiaobai said; she can't get her own, so she wants to ruin mine!

Despicable! This vicious woman!

Luo Yun chased after her with a mischievous smile, wanting to continue bickering with Zhou Xiaobai, but the result was that as they turned a corner, she saw a few boys parking their bikes messily and almost collided with them.

Over at the intersection, Zhong Yuemin and the others were standing not far away, watching the commotion at the residence of the Dongcheng No. 1 Club.

Everyone had heard that the old-time "Wan Zhu" (local toughs) were returning, and people of status in the capital had caught wind of it and all came to join in the excitement.

What these young people love is nothing more than the excitement; the Wan Zhu set the stage, and the veterans look for ways to tear it down.

The veterans climb the ladder, and the Wan Zhu play dirty by pulling the ladder away—it's all about mutual destruction.

Everyone knew the Wan Zhu were gathering here today, so naturally, there was excitement to be seen.

You ask about Zhong Yuemin?

Of course, he wasn't here to look for trouble; his team was still very young and just loved the excitement, having no grudges or grievances with anyone.

Unless they ran into a villain universally recognized by the veterans, the kind that everyone wants to kill, they wouldn't bother getting involved.

But it was a coincidence; Yuan Jun said this place was sheltered from the wind and few people came, so they all parked their bikes here.

But today, in order to save time, Zhou Xiaobai and her friend happened to take this small path, and the result was that neither saw the other, and the two bikes crashed directly into each other.

"Ouch!"

Luo Yun was lucky enough to see it in time and squeezed the brake in her hand, but due to inertia, her bike collided with Zhou Xiaobai's, and she still fell.

In the dead of winter, on a brick road, even if the cotton-padded clothes were thick, landing hard on one's bottom still hurt like crazy.

Zhong Yuemin and the others had intended to watch the commotion when they saw someone fall, but seeing this, they couldn't care about laughing anymore and hurriedly ran over to help them up.

Luo Yun, with her little fiery temper, was helped up by Yuan Jun and was so angry she wanted to slap them.

Fortunately, the young man dodged quickly, otherwise he would have taken a hit.

"Hey!"

Yuan Jun's face turned cold, and he pointed at her, shouting, "I was doing a good deed out of kindness, don't be ungrateful!"

"Who's being ungrateful!"

Luo Yun was pulled by Zhou Xiaobai, but she still glared and shouted, "If you hadn't blocked the road with your bikes, would we have fallen?!"

"Yes~ yes~ yes~ it's all our fault!"

Zhong Yuemin had already taken a liking to the girl, so how could he let Yuan Jun get into a stalemate with them at this moment?

While apologizing, he explained his own lack of attention and thoughtfully asked if the two were injured and if they needed to go to the hospital.

Zhou Xiaobai was more honest and even less willing to have contact with these shady people, so she took her bike and shook her head, refusing their help.

Luo Yun glared at them, wanting to curse a few more times, but Zhou Xiaobai was worried about being late for work and had already pulled her away, so she could only glare fiercely at them.

"Hey! Where are you going? Let us give you a ride!"

Zhong Yuemin called out with a smile and went to push his bike, but saw the two girls walking faster and faster, not even getting on their bikes.

He watched their retreating figures with a playful smile, especially the quiet girl—fair, delicate, and possessing a unique, pitiful charm; she was his type.

If you like someone, you have to pursue them; if you don't pursue them, they'll disappear!

Zhong Yuemin and the others were all reckless, mischievous boys, and not afraid of being rejected, so they pushed their bikes and chased after them.

Before they could catch up, they saw the two girls heading toward that large residence.

Perhaps because they reached the main street or the entrance to their workplace, the two girls no longer looked nervous and pushed their bikes into the main gate while laughing and talking.

And coincidentally, Zhong Yuemin saw the guard with the small pistol helping the two push their bikes, greeting them with smiles.

He was a bit stunned, looking at this large residence; he hadn't heard that this was any important department or a military office.

His father's position wasn't low, and Yuan Jun's father was the same; they knew all the notable compounds in the capital.

This one right in front of them really stumped them; logically speaking, given their status and connections, it wasn't impossible for them to go inside and look around.

But the prerequisite was that the people inside had to acknowledge them, acknowledge the connections and backgrounds they claimed.

Or they could make up a story about looking for someone; with their silver tongues, it wouldn't be difficult to bluff their way through.

By the time Zhong Yuemin hesitated, the vehicle gate of the residence had already closed, and the guard had returned to the sentry box.

Seeing him hesitate, Yuan Jun kicked his bike and tilted his head, signaling him to charge.

Anyway, nothing would happen; if they let them in, they'd go in, if not, they'd leave—could they really get beaten up?

Zhong Yuemin scanned the group, suddenly gained confidence, and pushed his bike toward the gate.

By now, the guard had noticed them, watching these brats approach with cold eyes, his hand already resting on the alarm button.

"Hello, we'd like to go in and find someone."

Zhong Yuemin noticed the guard's vigilant gaze at the entrance and used the most harmless expression to try and get close to him.

The guard, however, was a complete blockhead; he didn't bother with him, just stared at him with wide eyes, especially at the front wheel of the bike, where a yellow warning line was just ahead.

Seeing him not speak, Zhong Yuemin followed his gaze downward and also saw the yellow line on the ground.

Perhaps because he didn't understand, he didn't dare to be rash and pulled his bike back slightly, leaving a large space.

The guard in the sentry box then looked at him, then looked ahead, showing no intention of paying attention to them at all.

Yuan Jun saw how arrogant the guard was and frowned, wanting to go in and argue, but was stopped by Zhong Yuemin.

Arguing wouldn't solve the problem, and he didn't want to leave a bad impression on those two girls.

"Buddy, we don't mean anything else, we just want to go in and look around."

Zhong Yuemin said very frankly, with an expression that said, "I'm not lying to you, don't ignore me."

The guard glanced at the cigarette he handed over, curled his lips, took one out of his pocket, and tucked it behind his ear.

This was thrown to him by Director Li when he arrived in the morning; this act of showing off was perfectly timed today.

The guard at the gate was none other than Zhang Dayong, the eldest son of Zhang Wanhe from the Northeast.

This kid was broad-shouldered and sturdy, nearly 1.9 meters tall; wearing a military overcoat and a duty belt standing here, ordinary people really wouldn't dare to challenge him.

Just look at those big paws of his; a slap to the face could knock someone senseless.

Anyway, Zhong Yuemin didn't dare to force his way in; he was afraid of such simple-minded soldiers.

The cigarette he had offered the guard just now was a Hongmei, which was already considered top-tier among ordinary cigarettes; he wouldn't have been willing to give it to just anyone.

But he never expected that the guard here would smoke a Huazi (Chunghwa)!

Damn it!

Are you kidding me!

There's no need to be so deliberate about showing off; even his father couldn't afford to smoke this stuff at work!

It could only be said that the other party truly looked down on his politeness and didn't want to build a relationship with him.

"Comrade, I won't go in, but can you at least tell me what unit this is?"

Zhong Yuemin shook his head and said seriously, "We are all from the West City compound; it wouldn't be hard to check your unit, it's just a matter of running a few more steps."

"Of course!"

He gestured toward the pitch-black gate and looked at the guard, saying, "If it's a classified department, then forget it, just pretend we were never here."

"This is the unit's club."

Seeing that these few kids really wouldn't leave, and that Zhao Lao Si would scold him again if he came out later, Zhang Dayong could only urge them, "This place is not open to the public."

"That can't be right?!"

Yuan Jun pointed at the gate and asked with wide eyes, "We clearly saw two girls go in just now!"

"Those are internal staff."

Zhang Dayong walked out of the sentry box with a blank expression and stood in front of their bikes, looking just like a damn bear.

You could say Yuan Jun dared to kill, with a kitchen knife tucked in his bag, but he also felt intimidated when seeing such a sturdy man.

Everyone felt intimidated; the Type 54 pistol on his waist was one thing, but the guy also carried a rubber baton over a meter long when he came out of the sentry box.

They had little experience and hadn't been beaten by this thing, nor had they seen others beaten, but they weren't stupid.

A baton as thick as a child's arm would be enough to hurt no matter what material it was made of.

Let alone in the hands of this big man, it was like holding a rolling pin.

Zhong Yuemin felt that if this baton swung at him, it could send him away, and his family could hold a funeral feast tomorrow.

So, every time the guard took a step forward, they couldn't help but take a step back, until they left the yellow warning line.

Zhong Yuemin and the others stood outside the yellow line, watching the guard return to the sentry box, their faces turning pale and green.

They had lost face today; they didn't catch the girl, were driven away after politely greeting someone, and even their cigarette was rejected—how much of an opinion must he have of them?

It could be said that looking at the pitch-black gate in front of him, Zhong Yuemin was very dissatisfied, but he didn't dare to break in.

Just by being able to afford that sturdy man at the door, this internal club wasn't an ordinary unit.

Sigh! It's a coincidence; truth is stranger than fiction.

Just as Zhong Yuemin and the others were standing outside the yellow line in a dilemma, Li Yuanchao and the others, who were coming to join the excitement, bumped into them.

"Damn! I was just looking for you!"

Li Yuanchao pedaled his bike over with a laugh and a curse, squeezed the brake, and teased, "Last time you tricked us into doing labor, I really wanted to beat you up!"

"Go ahead, I won't fight back~"

Zhong Yuemin was dejected, his face full of hopelessness, replying as if he were ready to die at any moment.

Li Yuanchao was also surprised at this moment, looking ahead along Zhong Yuemin's gaze; it turned out to be a large iron gate.

"Damn! What are you looking at? I thought you were looking at a girl!"

"Sigh~ you don't understand~"

Zhong Yuemin could only do this; once his rogue spirit came up, he could really act.

Li Yuanchao stood with his bike supported, amused, and asked, "Did you fall in love with the big iron gate? Or the guard?"

"..."

Zhong Yuemin looked at him speechlessly, wanting to say, "I fell in love with tearing your mouth!"

Yuan Jun curled his lips, feeling that today was very boring, and gestured toward the large residence, saying, "He's been dazzled; the girl he wanted to pursue went into the compound, and he can't pursue her anymore—lovesickness."

After saying this, he laughed, "You guys came early and discovered it in time, otherwise he'd turn into a lunatic."

"Hahaha~"

Li Yuanchao and the others laughed out loud, got off their bikes, and gestured toward the big black iron gate, asking, "What unit is so arrogant that it can block our path?"

"Don't know."

Zhong Yuemin observed and said, "They said it's an internal club, but I've never heard of such a place."

"Hey! If you put it that way,"

Li Yuanchao looked around and said, "I haven't heard of it either. What unit's club is it?"

After speaking, he looked at his companions behind him, but they all shook their heads, even more unaware of what unit this was.

"That guard looks pretty intimidating."

Zhong Yuemin muttered, then said, "Forget it, at worst I'll wait for her to come out."

"In this weather, you're going to wait outside?"

Li Yuanchao gave Zhong Yuemin a look as if he were an idiot, then observed for a moment and said, "This compound seems to be the same address as the one for the Wan Zhu gathering."

After speaking, he glanced at the house number, then raised his eyebrows and said to Zhong Yuemin, "Don't be afraid; anyone who can build a bridge for the Wan Zhu can't be that arrogant of a club!"

"Let's go!"

Li Yuanchao was truly fierce; he waved his hand and said to Zhong Yuemin, "This is the side gate, we won't bother with it, let's go to the main gate, I'll take you in from there!"

It was precisely this kind of reckless spirit that earned him such a big reputation; in the veterans' circle, he was a prominent figure.

Especially today, with so many Wan Zhu gathering here, if he could really overturn the other side's stage, his reputation would be even louder.

He didn't care what kind of office or club this was; if it were a government club, he would be even more qualified to enjoy it.

Today, he was going to take his brothers in to play and have some fun.

There is a saying in later generations: with so many young bachelors, no jobs, no money, if they can't get married, can't they gather together to live or even grow old together when they reach a certain age?

Too scientific, too serious theories are unknown, and it's unclear from which aspect to discuss it.

Whether it's ethics, society, or economics.

But there is a relatively understandable reason in the underworld: it's fine for two men to be together, but as long as more than three idle men gather, a "mastermind" will automatically be born.

If a large group of idle men gather together...

A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, Peixian.

Liu Ji, Lu Wan, Fan Kuai, Xiahou Ying, Zhou Bo, Ren Ao, and others gathered together, drinking and chatting idly.

Suddenly, Liu Bang stood up, waved his hand, and said excitedly, "I have an idea..."

Damn! The world is bound to be in chaos.

Therefore, according to underworld rules, as long as a certain number of idle men gather, something is bound to happen.

At the entrance of the Dongcheng No. 1 Club, Zhou Changli stood under the steps, greeting the various Wan Zhu who came to find him, exchanging pleasantries, and explaining what he had been doing during this time.

"Wealth without returning home is like wearing brocade in the dark."

Zhou Changli was still quite restrained; he didn't reveal his specific workplace or unit, only introducing some content related to the nature of his work.

But sailing the vast sea is the dream of these teenagers, isn't that song echoing in their ears: "Sailing the sea depends on the helmsman~"

Just as they were talking, they saw a team of veterans approaching aggressively.

All the Wan Zhu leaders stopped talking and leaned toward Zhou Changli.

Today, Zhou Changli set the stage to invite the local leaders to drink; having someone come to smash the venue naturally meant losing face for everyone.

Seeing the leaders step forward, those Wan Zhu also threw away their cigarette butts and gathered around, their adrenaline surging.

But Li Yuanchao and the others didn't take these Wan Zhu seriously at all.

The commotion from last August was still echoing in their ears; at that time, they had beaten the Wan Zhu miserably, and they were still arrogant now, looking down on this mob.

Zhang Haiyang and the others naturally confronted the Wan Zhu, separating to the east and west, blocking the front gate of the club.

Li Yuanchao, however, didn't bother with this and walked up the steps with his arm around Zhong Yuemin's shoulder.

Zhong Yuemin felt a bit uncomfortable at this moment, secretly feeling that Li Yuanchao was using him as a pawn.

But since he had already been set up here, if he retreated now, it wouldn't just be a matter of losing face; he would also offend Li Yuanchao, and he wouldn't be able to mix in the circle in the future.

He turned his head and glanced at Yuan Jun and Zheng Tong, signaling them not to follow.

But things had reached this point; how could Yuan Jun and Zheng Tong dare to let him follow Li Yuanchao in alone? If something really happened, no one could protect him.

Especially since the scene under the steps was even more tense, with the Wan Zhu having already surrounded the veterans who had come over.

After all, there were more Wan Zhu; today was a gathering of Wan Zhu from the capital, and the veterans hadn't organized in advance.

Zheng Tong looked down nervously, pushed Yuan Jun, and followed Zhong Yuemin up the steps.

The movements of these people were all seen by the guards at the entrance, who had long since pressed the alarm button; throughout the club, except for the gate sentries, all other guards were rushing over.

Zhao Lao Si was in the gatehouse, and seeing the situation was bad, he directly connected the internal phone to Yu Li's office.

Yu Li had also just returned from being busy and, not wanting to affect Li Xuewu's work, hurriedly answered the phone.

But Zhao Lao Si's report on the phone almost made her curse; when Zhao Lao Si explained and asked how to handle it, she wanted to give an order directly.

But she remembered just now and couldn't help but look at Li Xuewu's expression.

At this time, there was no need to talk about the confidentiality of the telephone; it was almost as loud as a broadcast.

So Li Xuewu must have heard Zhao Lao Si's report.

Seeing Li Xuewu didn't speak, but his brows were already furrowed, Yu Li knew how to answer.

She only had one sentence: If anyone can come and make trouble, then should we still open our doors in the future? Does your security section still have any need to exist?

Zhao Lao Si's answer was also very concise, only three words: "Understood."

After hanging up the phone, the guards who had gathered in an emergency were all carrying anti-riot batons, and on the other side, there were several anti-riot shields.

It was truly Zhong Yuemin's bad luck today; the main gate guards still ignored their greetings and didn't give Li Yuanchao a chance to state his identity.

Zhao Lao Si walked out with a cold face, not looking at Zhou Changli's expression, nor listening to Li Yuanchao's active explanation of his identity.

He just waved his hand, then stood straight with his hands behind his back in front of the main gate, looking proudly at Li Yuanchao and the others who were about to come up the steps, as well as the veterans and Wan Zhu below the steps.

"Kill!"

Military overcoats, winter cotton hats, duty belts, black military boots, holding anti-riot rubber batons, almost all sturdy Northeast men, shouting slogans like fierce tigers descending the mountain.

These people rushed out from the entrance, three in a team; regardless of who was in front, the shield bearers charged down, and the two people behind them raised their rubber batons and started hitting them head-on.

There weren't actually many guards, only eighteen or nineteen, forming six small teams, but they completely overwhelmed these people below in terms of momentum.

"My father is..."

"Your mother!"

I don't know who it was, but seeing the situation was hard to control and wanting to report their background, those guards didn't care whose father they were—go ask your mother.

So the scene wasn't very chaotic; what was chaotic was the side below the steps.

Zhao Lao Si just stood there with his hands behind his back, watching calmly as the guards cleared the people according to their training, with the rubber batons hitting just right.

They didn't fall down, but they screamed in pain, holding their heads and fleeing, looking miserable.

At this moment, the Wan Zhu below the steps were greatly shocked; it was truly rare to see how professional fighting was carried out, and today they had opened their eyes.

Not only were they stunned, but even Zhou Changli couldn't believe that Zhao Lao Si would send guards to fight these veterans, and even started clearing the Wan Zhu who were standing relatively in front.

There was no other way; the Wan Zhu hurriedly dodged, giving these veterans a chance to flee; if they didn't give them an opening, these people might have pulled out knives.

It was truly too painful; no matter how arrogant or aggressive these veterans were, they couldn't endure the suffering of the rubber batons.

For a time, the sound of crying and howling pierced the ears, as if they were slaughtering pigs.

With an opening to escape, these people ran truly fast, wishing their parents hadn't given them two more legs.

Li Yuanchao was too cunning; when he saw those guards coming out, he ran to the side, jumped over the stone lion, and stepped on the edge of the flower bed to jump away.

And Zhong Yuemin and the others weren't slow either; it was just that Zheng Tong's glasses were knocked off, and Yuan Jun's shoulder was hit, almost knocking him to his knees.

As these people fled and the Wan Zhu dodged, the area in front of the gate was silent and quiet.

Zhou Changli looked at Zhao Lao Si, who was standing with his hands behind his back in front of the main gate on the steps, with eyes full of shock and bitterness.

He understood a bit of the significance of Zhao Lao Si insisting on staying here.