The five young men looked at the little kids who looked at them fearlessly and were happy. They were a bit like them back then, frivolous and unruly, stupid and not afraid of anyone.
The unlucky boy whose head was knocked off by a football was helped up by his friends, rubbed his forehead, and glared at Hao Yong. It seemed that he was fine.
"Are you okay?" Hao Yong asked loudly.
"Did you say something was wrong?" The young man rubbed his head angrily.
Hao Yong smiled and said nothing. After all, he was a rising star in the criminal police team of the city bureau. How could he be as knowledgeable as a child, not to mention that he was wrong in the first place.
"It's fine, just keep playing. There's no point in hanging around us. Most of you look like students. Don't imitate the gangsters in society. In these days, there is no way out for gangsters." Wang Xiaofei, who has been a grassroots cadre for several years, will inevitably be contaminated by preaching.
The habit of criticism.
"You don't have a damn thing to do with us!" Another tall, strong young man went head-to-head with Wang Xiaofei, and it was obvious that he was a very aggressive and aggressive character.
Wang Xiaofei frowned and his face turned cold.
"From Ninth Middle School?" Yang Chen asked with a smile. Some people nodded arrogantly, while others looked down upon Yang Chen coldly.
"Our Ninth Middle School has always produced men..." Hao Yong lamented. As he said, Ninth Middle School has trained many top students who have been admitted to key high schools, and has also sent a large number of troubled teenagers into society.
Fusion of two extremes.
Ninth Middle School is an outlier among Xinfeng Middle Schools.
"Times have changed, things have changed, and people have changed. This is no longer the Ninth Middle School in our memories. Let's go." Yang Chen threw away the cigarette butt as he spoke, stamped it out, turned around and left.
"Stop, you hurt my buddy and you can leave if you want?"
The cold words were very powerful. Yang Chen looked for a reputation. He was a young man, tall and thin, with short hair and quite handsome. His ordinary clothes could not hide his arrogance that stood out from the crowd.
"What do you want?" Yang Chen slowly turned around, stared at the boy, and smiled playfully.
"I'll apologize to my brother...otherwise I won't let you leave No. 9 Middle School." The young man's face was determined, showing the stubbornness in his bones.
He was not stupid, he realized that the five people driving a Mercedes-Benz Audi in front of him were not simple people, and they were definitely not someone they, poor kids who grew up in the old city, could mess with.
But he still stood up and sought justice for his brother.
"Baby, it's not over yet?!" Hao Yong was angry, and the viciousness he had accumulated as a detective suddenly burst out, easily frightening ordinary gangsters.
The face of the aggressive young man changed slightly, but he still raised his head and said: "I must apologize to my brother!"
"I...."
"Yongzi, go and apologize to that kid."
Yang Chen's words made Hao Yong, who was about to explode, freeze on the spot. He was stunned for a few seconds, smiled slumped, walked over and apologized, someone else, even his father, might not be able to control him in this situation.
"Let's go... let's have a good drink tonight." Yang Chen patted Hao Yong's shoulder meaningfully, and walked straight to the parking place regardless of whether the young man who stood up for his buddy would let him leave.
A few little kids wanted to block Yang Chen, but Yang Chen glanced at them coldly and involuntarily got out of the way, watching silently as the five people escaped from their encirclement.
"Yang Zi...I..." Hao Yong felt unwilling.
Yang Chen glanced at Hao Yong and said with a smile: "Yongzi, what is your identity, what age are you, why are you competing with so many children? Besides, it's only right to apologize."
"Yes..." Hao Yong grinned.
Wang Xiaofei looked back and said to Yang Chen: "Yang Zi, that kid who stood up looks a bit like you back then."
"Well, it's a bit like... I hope he can be as lucky as me." Yang Chen smiled deeply.
The five people got on the bus, turned around, and left the Ninth Middle School. On the playground, they cheered, whistled, and were extremely happy, as if they had won the supreme dignity and honor. When they looked at the strong-minded young man, their eyes were more or less filled with respect.
They obeyed him.
He is the number one brother among the nine in their hearts.
"Brother Hua, you are so awesome. You scare away people who drive Audi A8s and Mercedes-Benzes. We respect you. I think Yang Chen, the first brother of the Ninth Middle School who has been famous for more than ten years, was not as popular as you back then." One person said this.
Said, others agreed.
Yang Chen.
The fierce men of Ninth Middle School ten years ago.
The strong-looking young man heard his companion mention this name, and his expression became more determined. His home was not far from the old Yang's restaurant, just down the street. In his memory, he had seen the silhouette and back of Yang Chen riding to school on his own. At that time
He was still young, six or seven years old, so he didn't pay much attention to the other person, and his memory was blurred after more than ten years.
As for the Yang family's subsequent rapid success, his parents talked about it countless times and were extremely envious of it. From this, a lofty life goal took root in his heart.
To be the second Yang Chen... No... I want to surpass Yang Chen, dominate the world, build a house bigger than "Yang Mansion" for my parents to live in, and ask for more when my parents celebrate their fiftieth birthday.
Bigger stars are making a splash in Xinfeng City.
"Brother Hua, are you really not going to high school and want to be a soldier?" someone asked the young man.
"Yes, I want to be a soldier and become the king of soldiers." The young man replied calmly, his deep black eyes looking into the distant sky showed his persistence regardless of weather.
Another young man in his early twenties looked at the young man and said cautiously: "My cousin graduated from the military academy last year and became a company commander. He said that recruitment in the army is now more stringent than in previous years. Junior high school graduates cannot get in at all.
There is no resettlement card for soldiers, and there is no guarantee of a job. Only by joining the army with a bachelor's degree can you have some prospects."
The young man curled his lips proudly and said stubbornly: "If Yang Chen can do it, I can do it."
"Yes, Brother Hua can definitely do it!"
Thirty or forty people gathered around the young man and shouted loudly.
Five months later, the confident young man was rejected from joining the army. His honest parents ran around looking for connections and spent the 600,000 they had accumulated over more than ten years running a small supermarket, and finally sent him to a secret army and directly passed through the army.
After wearing the lieutenant's military uniform, six months later, he followed several chiefs to the Cangshan County Public Security Bureau to perform an A-level top-secret mission. Afterwards, he appeared in CCTV focus interviews and several legal programs, which shocked the whole country and shocked everyone.
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That night, Yang Chen and his brothers drank until late at night without going home. They spent the night in a bathing center. The next day, he bid farewell to his relatives and friends and returned to Xijing. Then he returned to Beijing from Xijing to attend the Wu family banquet and dealt with Wu without any flaws.
Those relatives who were concerned about his marriage with Wu Rui were old and old.
Beijing West Railway Station.
In the year of the Olympic Games, the expansion, scale and modernization of Beijing Railway Station and Beijing West Railway Station were beyond the reach of Beijing Railway Station. The Westland Mission led by Yang Chen appeared in the waiting hall.
The hall was so big that the black guys from Westland were stunned. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs arranged a first-class carriage for the mission on the high-speed train heading south to Shanghai.
In addition to the Westland Mission, there was also an inspection group of more than 30 Indian media reporters in this carriage. Some of them marveled that the Chinese high-speed rail station was far more luxurious than the Mumbai Airport, while others were unconvinced and repeatedly emphasized that this is a socialist party.
A deliberate face project.
Yang Chen listened to the other party's awkward Hinglish and smiled. With so many "Asan" accompanying him, this trip should be interesting.
[Author's digression]: In the previous chapter, Hao Yong wrote Hou Yong. The backend cannot correct the typos, so I can only say sorry here. Also, I have been working out of town for the past two days, and I am not used to typing in the hotel. Maybe
There is no guarantee that two chapters will be updated every day. I hope you understand.
