Fanatic!

Chapter 17 People rely on clothes
After leaving the martial arts school in the afternoon, Chen Wujun went to a nearby convenience store, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and made the phone number listed on it.

"Who is it?" A strong, resonant male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Brother Jixiang, it's me, Junzai!"

"Junzi, you've come to the finance company, but you don't know where it is? Go to the two-story building, fourth floor! There's a big sign hanging there."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Wujun went straight to Lianghelou. This was in the western part of Longjin Road. There were many small factories around, all family workshops, making things like rulers, plungers, and sewer plugs. Various kinds of miscellaneous items were piled up everywhere, and people were constantly pulling carts in and out.

Once you find the two buildings, you'll see a sign on the fourth floor that reads "Jindi Finance"!
Upon reaching the fourth floor, one sees a long corridor, one of which has a glass door. Pushing it open, one finds the interior filled with smoke and fumes, with five or six men either lying on the sofa smoking or making loud phone calls.

"I'm telling you, I'm giving you three more days. If you don't pay me back by then, I'll send you to be a prostitute!"

"Hey, Niu Zhao, it's time to pay back the money, are you fucking trying to make me come knocking on your door?"

Jixiang was sitting behind a table.

"Brother Jixiang".

"Junzi is here!" Jixiang immediately smiled, waved to Chen Wujun, and shouted to the others, "Hey, recognize him, this is Junzi!"

"Following Sister Shark Nine!"

The others turned to look at Chen Wujun and saw that although he was not old, he was in good spirits.

They all greeted him: "Ah Jun!"

The status of Shark Nine and Ji Xiang is completely different.

However, Chen Wujun is too young, and he has just started working with Shark Nine.

Chen Wujun sat down opposite Jixiang. Jixiang opened a drawer, took out a wad of cash, and then took out a folded cell phone, placed it on the table, and pushed it over.

"It's inconvenient to contact you without a phone. The phone bill is 8000 yuan, which will be deducted from your monthly allowance!"

"72239168, may you prosper all the way! I specially had someone set up this number for you."

"This is an advance of 8000 yuan for you. We won't deduct it this time. You have a lot of expenses right now, so go get yourself some clothes!"

“You’re dressed like a student right now. It’s fine during the day, but it won’t work when you’re working with Sister Shark Nine.”

Chen Wujun picked up the phone and fiddled with it with great interest.

Inside is a small green screen and number keys, and there's an earpiece on the flip cover.

The phone is quite small.

This thing costs 8000 yuan, and even his father doesn't have that much.

I managed to snatch one a few days ago, but I didn't dare use it at all. He broke it and threw it into the stinky ditch.

"Nothing much is happening today. Get yourself some clothes, and I'll call you tonight!"

"Should I have someone take you there?"

"I can manage on my own. Brother Jixiang, do you know where I can rent a place?" After hanging up the phone, Chen Wujun chatted casually for a few minutes before saying goodbye and leaving.

After Chen Wujun left, someone immediately asked, "Brother Jixiang, what did Sister Shark Nine see in that kid? She wouldn't be interested in any of them, would she?"

"A little brat, following Sister Shark Nine?"

"If Sister Shark hears this, she'll skin you alive! Don't blame me for not warning you, he's got a powerful background, don't mess with him."

"That powerful? What's his background?"

"If it were so easy to tell, wouldn't Brother Jixiang have told you? Use your brain!" another young man mocked.

……

Outside the door, Chen Wujun stood against the wall, listening to the sounds coming from inside.

When the chatter inside subsided, he grinned, a hint of menace in his smile, tugged at his cheap T-shirt, and turned to leave.

“I followed my senior sister as soon as I arrived, and those people are definitely dissatisfied and resentful.”

"These gangs are ultimately based on strength."

"If you can fight, others will fear and respect you, and treat you with utmost deference."

"If you're incompetent, even if someone takes care of you, everyone else will still look down on you."

Even if something is auspicious, it may not be as friendly as it appears.

As Chen Wujun pondered, he left the building. Once his strength had improved, he would need to find an opportunity to demonstrate it, so that they wouldn't have anything else to say.

He joined Hetu to make a name for himself, not to be someone's lackey, to be bossed around, and to be looked down upon.

Reaching into his pocket and finding it bulging made him feel good.

He doesn't lack money for the time being, but all of it is illicit and will be gone once it's spent.

From now on, I will be able to receive a sum of money every month. Although it is not a lot, it will be enough for me.

After leaving the Walled City, Chen Wujun went to Gaosenlong Road based on his memory. This area was a buffer zone between the working-class area and the Walled City, and there were a few decent-looking suit shops there.

The shop assistants didn't neglect Chen Wujun when he came in.

Chen Wujun's appearance and clothing were ordinary, but these days he had been practicing martial arts, and his skills had improved. He was full of energy and his eyes were bright and piercing.

If a person is full of energy and spirit, even if they are dressed plainly, others will not look down on them.

"Help me pick out two pairs of trousers and a shirt!" Although it was Chen Wujun's first time in this kind of store, he was not intimidated at all and his expression was natural.

Soon, Chen Wujun picked out two pairs of dark-colored, stretchy casual trousers, one black and one blue shirt.

The main reason is that dark colors are less prone to getting dirty. However, when worn, it completely transforms a person's appearance. The originally unremarkable boyish looks seem to have become much better, and he appears more mature.

"Clothes make the man, and gold makes the Buddha."

"Wearing appropriate clothes makes a person look completely different."

"Others don't know your identity; they only judge you by your clothes and demeanor, and that's how they decide how to treat you."

"You must dress properly from now on."

As Chen Wujun left the suit store, his thoughts were still swirling in his mind.

Then I went to the shoe store next door and bought two pairs of shoes.

One pair is sporty and comfortable to wear, while the other pair is hard-soled leather shoes that provide excellent grip.

These clothes and shoes cost 2000 yuan.

Although Chen Wujun thought it was expensive, he realized that "clothes make the man, and gold makes the Buddha" and didn't feel any heartache.

"From now on, I should wear the best clothes, drive the best car, live in the best house, and everyone should fear and respect me!"

Previously, out of ignorance, Chen Wujun thought that getting ahead meant living in a luxury house in the city center and driving a luxury car.

Now he is experiencing a life he has never experienced before, and he has a clearer idea of ​​how to get ahead.

Then I saw a very simple shop on the street, which looked like the kind of place that sells fake watches.

After Chen Wujun went inside, he saw several gleaming gold watches in the cabinet.

Even though I knew it was definitely fake, I still took a second look.

Then he turned his attention elsewhere and ended up spending 150 yuan to buy an ordinary mechanical watch.

Chen Wujun returned to the village with the bag, feeling even more urgent about renting a house, otherwise he wouldn't have anywhere to put all these clothes.

We went to the Tin Hau Temple in the center of Lung Chun Road. There was also a senior center next to it. It was the only place in the Walled City where you could see the sun.

The surrounding tall buildings enclose this small area in the center.

Although there are no other buildings above the Tin Hau Temple, there is a layer of barbed wire six or seven meters above the ground, with trash bags, empty bottles and other garbage scattered on it.

Near the Tin Hau Temple, there is a large notice board covered with numerous rental flyers.

"Shared room for eight people. Working night shifts, looking for someone to share the room. 150 per month!"

"Prime shop for sale, located on Old Man Street, 360 sq ft, price negotiable."

"Hiring..."

"Two people sharing a shop, one during the day and one at night... What's the fun in living like that? Why not take a gamble!" Chen Wujun muttered, looking at the flyer posted above.

Going to jail is better than this.

"He has no background, no skills, and no courage. He just lives a muddled life. No wonder he is poor!"

Soon, Chen Wujun found a rental apartment near the East District, not far from the martial arts gym, on the thirteenth floor, 230 feet.

The houses in the walled city don't have elevators; you have to climb to the thirteenth floor, and you also have to carry water up and down every day. Therefore, the price of these houses is slightly lower than others.

However, for Chen Wujun, these were not shortcomings.

He already practiced boxing on the rooftop every day, and since he could get there in just a few steps, it was actually more convenient.

He doesn't cook, and he rarely needs to fetch water.

Even if he didn't have much time, he could easily hire someone to carry him up.

Chen Wujun took out his phone and dialed the number on the flyer. He turned his head and glanced around, only to find that several pairs of eyes were scanning him as soon as he took out his phone.

Among them are those with ill intentions.

In the Walled City, the most important thing is not to flaunt your wealth.

Chen Wujun sneered inwardly, thinking that he just happened to be short of people to practice his boxing.

"Hello, looking to rent a room! The one on the 13th floor of Building 14, Dongzheng... Okay, in 20 minutes."

Chen Wujun hung up the phone, stuffed it into his pocket, and walked towards Building 14 of Dongzheng with his hands full of things, keeping his mind focused.

I hadn't gone far when I felt a hand reaching into my pocket.

Chen Wujun suddenly raised his foot and stepped to his right rear. Just as a man was about to put his hand into Chen Wujun's pocket, his vision blurred and he felt a sharp pain in the back of his foot.

Almost simultaneously, Chen Wujun struck him in the chest with an elbow.

The man fell backward.

Chen Wujun loosened his grip, and the bag containing the clothes and shoes fell directly to the ground. He then stabbed his hands into the man's crotch.

Kill the tiger by piercing its heart!
If the opponent is a ferocious beast, this move is a stab to the heart. But if it's a human, it's a stab to the groin.

The man fell to the ground and rolled around in pain, his lips turned white, his eyes rolled back, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound.

Those around who saw the fight immediately moved aside and formed a circle to watch the spectacle.

There were a few other people in the crowd with unfriendly expressions, who seemed to be in cahoots with this person.

"You even dare to steal from me? You really aren't afraid of death!" Chen Wujun's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he scanned his surroundings.

(End of this chapter)