Siheyuan: How dare I mess with a man who is an expert in men's health?

Bang Geng nervously handed all his belongings over to the staff for inspection before being released back into the juvenile detention center.

Ignoring his initial joy at being visited, he hurriedly ran back to a workspace.

Seeing his friends making matchboxes, he joined in without hesitation.

This diligence is a world apart from his father Jia Dongxu's slacking off at work.

There were more than twenty boys in the workshop, all under the age of twelve, because if they were older, they wouldn't be assigned any easy jobs.

Don't think that making children do chores is abuse; these kids are repeat offenders with serious criminal records.

If they weren't so young, sending them all to mine wouldn't be a waste at all.

Of course, the discipline here is serious; even the most stubborn troublemaker will be brought under control.

Otherwise, why would they work so diligently?

Bang Geng wasn't lying to Qin Huairu. The children's group he belonged to, under 12 years old, was under close surveillance, so the kind of gang-related bullying rarely happened.

This is much safer than the detention room at the police station.

Moreover, Bang-Geng studied under Johnson and knows how to be a lackey and fawn over a big brother.

He has been living a very comfortable life during this period, and has even become somewhat "forgetful of home".

However, excluding the nightly ideological education classes would make him feel dizzy and disoriented.

"Hey! Little Stick, what's in your bag?"

A child of about ten years old, with his eyes darting around, leaned over and whispered a question.

"Don't call me Little Stick!"

The old man with the stick looked all smug and gave a smug little warning:

"Xizi, don't get any bad ideas. This is something I shared with Brother Hu and the others!"

The child wasn't annoyed; he just gave a dry laugh and shrank back, somewhat dejected.

Tiger, who was used as a figurehead, was considered the king of the kids in the children's group, and half of the kids played with him.

When Bang Geng first came in, he immediately bowed down to Tiger.

Then came a series of flattering words and a combination of shoulder and leg massages, which finally won over the big brother and made him his follower.

It has to be said that the "Thief Saint" really has a talent for navigating the underworld. In a short time, he infiltrated the "inner circle" and thrived as if he had found an organization.

So Xizi really doesn't dare to mess with Bang Geng.

Although the management was strict, preventing them from beating up Tiger and his gang, the verbal abuse and constant isolation could still be quite unpleasant, especially in such a closed environment.

However, all the children who could get into this place were talented, and Xizi was still somewhat unwilling. Not long after, she poked her head out again:

"Bang Geng, you're behind schedule again. You've wasted time today, so you definitely won't finish."

We'll all go out to play later, and you'll be working here all by yourself.

If you get Tiger to promise to take me along from now on, I'll stay and help you with this, okay?

Banggeng curled his lips, his eyes full of disdain, but the thought of having to work alone made him very resistant.

This kid is naturally rebellious and stubborn. He doesn't say much even when he's beaten, but he can't stand being alone.

So he replied vaguely, "Brother Tiger doesn't like you, so it's no use me talking to him."

But if you help me with chores, you can come and play with me later.

After witnessing the power of Johnson and Tiger, Bang Geng also developed the ambition to recruit his own followers.

"This..." Xi Zi's face turned somewhat ugly. Who isn't someone important if they can get into this place?

He felt it was really embarrassing to hang out with a kid three years younger than him.

Bang Geng continued to add to the offer: "I have big meat buns, and rice cakes and fried dough sticks. If you agree, I'll share some with you."

My mom will be bringing me delicious food often from now on.

"Okay! I'll help you with the work!" Xizi swallowed hard and readily agreed.

He was caught because he frequently stole chickens from his neighbors and never reformed, so he simply couldn't resist the temptation.

Bang Geng was very pleased with himself, thinking that he was about to turn the tables and become the big brother.

He was about to encourage his younger brother in the manner of Johnson when he heard a familiar cough.

Out of the corner of his eye, he realized that the guards had their eyes on him, so he could only immediately shrink back and get to work.

There's no way around it; the troublemakers who don't listen to reason here really don't get to eat.

Everyone has already learned a profound lesson.

......

After two quiet hours, people gradually finished their tasks and left the workroom.

Before today, Bang Geng would always get flustered at this time, and the more he wanted to go out and play as soon as possible, the more clumsy he became at work.

It's like taking an exam; seeing others hand in their papers always makes you feel inexplicably anxious.

But things are different now. After Xizi agreed to help, he felt a little more confident and was no longer afraid of working alone in the end.

As expected, Bang Geng was the slowest worker, and in the end, only the two of them were left in the workshop.

Fortunately, with Xizi's help, they weren't bothered by the noise outside for long and finally completed the task.

Banggeng excitedly grabbed the package and shouted impatiently, "Quick, quick, let's go out and play!"

Xizi grabbed him and whispered, "Let me try some of the good stuff first, otherwise there won't be any left for me once we get out."

Bang Geng was somewhat reluctant, but considering that this was the first underling he had taken in, he had no choice but to keep his promise.

He opened the package and handed each of the three items, each less than a fifth of the original, to the other person.

Xizi swallowed hard, resisting the urge to snatch it all, and then wolfed it down.

The portion was too small; I couldn't really taste anything after eating it.

He smacked his lips, somewhat dissatisfied: "Give me some more, at least half, you're being too stingy."

Banggeng put it away warily, mumbling, "That's enough, I haven't eaten yet!"

"This needs to be shared with Tiger and the others. Next time my mom brings more, I'll give you a bigger share."

He finished speaking and ran out, leaving Xizi behind, pouting and muttering a few curses under her breath.

More than a dozen children were playing with pebbles on the small playground. Judging from their positions, one of the children, who had dark skin, seemed to be the leader.

That was the Tiger Brother that Banggeng mentioned. He looked quite mature, and judging by his appearance alone, he stood out among the group of children.

Banggeng ran up and called out in a somewhat obsequious tone, "Brother Hu! I have something good to share with you."

"Hey! Something's been delivered from home. You're pretty good, Little Stick! Take it out and let me see!"

Tiger was initially a bit listless, but as soon as he heard there was something good, he immediately perked up.

Banggeng opened the package like a treasure, boasting, "I only tasted a little bit; I gave it all to Brother Hu."

A group of children who were playing with pebbles gathered around, their eyes shining as they looked at the meat bun.

Tiger gave everyone a warning look before turning to Bang Geng with some displeasure and questioning him:

"You little rascal, you're not being honest, are you? You're making me eat the leftovers, aren't you?"

"You could say you only received one meat bun from home, but why did you get exactly half a box of rice cakes and fried dough sticks?"

"Uh..." Bang Geng paused for a moment, thinking to himself, "As expected of Tiger Brother, he's really smart," so he could only bite the bullet and reply:

"My...my mom only sent this much. I'll ask her to send more next time."

Tiger glanced at the guard who was staring at him from afar, and his expression suddenly became kind:

"Haha... Little stick joke, I didn't mean to blame you."

We're all brothers, so of course we should share the good times together.

You can't do that again, or nobody will want to hang out with you.

"Yes, yes, I'll listen to Brother Hu." Banggeng breathed a sigh of relief and answered repeatedly.

He tried to be clever, but his plan was completely seen through. He was on tenterhooks, thinking he would be kicked out of the group.