Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

"Brother, you really make me feel disappointed!"

"Why did I, Cao Lao San, disappoint you?"

The eldest brother glared with his triangular eyes and said: "Fourth brother has spoken, is that Boss Sheng someone you can possibly offend?" Then he pointed in the direction of Shaolin Temple.

Those who were watching the excitement in the tube building were suddenly excited. Only then did they realize that Zhou Qi, who usually kept a low profile, was actually a hidden rich man.

Even the gangster boss Cao is so scared, how powerful must he be?

"Since Fourth Brother is a gangster, he should at least give us some justice, right?"

Aunt Pang's cousin Liu Xiaosan suddenly interrupted. The man stood very straight, wearing a police uniform without shoulder straps, and looked strange.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that this guy is a member of the joint defense team and is not a regular employee of the Public Security Bureau at all.

"What do you mean?"

Shaolin Temple took out a pack of soft Zhonghua cigarettes, flicked out a cigarette and handed it to Zhou Qi, then took out a lighter and lit it with a "click".

The neighbors who were watching the fun were all stunned - how big of a deal must it be for someone like him to have a gangster from Shaolin Temple light his cigarette for him personally?

Liu Xiaosan tucked the file bag under his arm and said, "We live in a society ruled by law now. You are committing crimes in a special period. You bring a gang of thugs to bully the common people. Are you tired of living?"

"Hey! What are you doing here, you lousy joint defense member? Do you believe I'll let you crawl back now?"

Shaolin Temple came close to him with a cigarette in his mouth, blowing smoke rings into his face.

"I believe you if you want to break my legs, but there's no way you're going to bring people to destroy the place!" Liu Xiaosan stuck out his neck and refused to retreat.

"Bullshit! Who did I bring with me? If I don't make things clear today, no one can leave!"

The back teeth of Shaolin Temple were clattering, it was obvious that this young man came here to support Aunt Fat. The most annoying thing for gangsters is to be pointed at and called a gangster.

The third brother quickly tried to smooth things over: "Fourth brother, calm down. Let's just say that Zhou Qi knocked down so many people today, so he has to give an explanation, right?"

He pointed at the wounded groaning on the ground and said, "Look, some are burned, some have broken bones, can this matter just end like this?"

Liu Xiaosan took out his notebook and wrote quickly: "If they don't handle it, I'll report it to the director when I get back. If the police car comes and handcuffs someone, it won't be a good scene."

This statement completely pissed off the Shaolin Temple. How dare a poor driver be so arrogant?

Auntie Pang was very nervous at the moment. Her eldest brother was so cowardly that he played dumb, but it was her distant cousin who stepped forward to help. At critical moments, distant relatives are more reliable than close relatives.

Boss Cao was so anxious that he kept winking at Liu Xiaosan, fearing that this young man would get into trouble. But he was used to being a boss in the city bureau, so he didn't respond at all, and just looked up to him with his authority.

"Comrade Liu Xiaosan, right?"

Zhou Qi swung his belt and it made a crackling sound: "Who kicked my security door to pieces? You think you are justified in breaking into a private house? This is called legitimate defense. Even if the king of heaven comes, you are still in the wrong!"

Just as the stalemate was about to begin, a car horn suddenly sounded from the alley.

A shiny Hongqi sedan slowly came to a stop. Anyone who could ride in a Hongqi sedan these days was definitely not an ordinary person.

The most conspicuous vehicles in government agencies in the 1980s were Hongqi sedans and Audis. These two cars were almost standard for cadres' travel.

When the Red Flag car with a government license plate stopped at the foot of the tube building, the aunties who were hanging clothes and the old men who were enjoying the cool air stretched their necks. Anyone who could ride in such a car must be a person with an official title.

When the back door of the car was opened, the heat wave and the chirping of cicadas hit me in the face.

The middle-aged man who walked down was wearing a neatly ironed white shirt with the second button of his collar buttoned neatly. The briefcase tucked under his arm was shining in the sun.

The attire looked particularly formal in the scorching July day, causing the old neighbors who were fanning themselves under the palm-leaf trees to whisper to each other.

"Old Zhang, have you ever seen this car enter our compound?"

"I'm afraid it's the fat lady from Unit 6. Her son-in-law works in the government."

"Maybe you're here to check the water meter?"

Amid the discussion, a loud greeting suddenly broke out. Shaolin Temple in a flowered shirt squeezed to the front, waving his car keys:

"Director Wang! How come you, a busy man, have time to hang out in our ghetto?"

The owner of this motorcycle shop has always been very good at dealing with people, and he has often dealt with government agencies when reselling imported motorcycles.

The middle-aged man called Director Wang brushed off the creases on his suit pants and glanced at the thugs on the ground who were groaning and had bruised faces and noses:

"Shaolin Temple, you still haven't changed your habit of causing trouble every day? Comrade Liu from the Municipal Bureau is here too?"

These words made police officer Liu Xiaosan, who was about to approach the man to get close to him, freeze in his tracks. He smiled awkwardly and took a half step back.

"I'm here to have a drink with someone!"

Shaolin Temple took out a Hongtashan cigarette and handed it to him, and pushed the tall and thin man who was watching the fun behind him forward: "Isn't the boss of Shengshi Wine Industry you are looking for here? Zhou Qi, quickly shake hands with Director Wang!"

Zhou Qi, who was wearing a sweatshirt and slippers, stretched out his hand to everyone's surprise. Wang Jianguo quickly rubbed the sweaty palms on the crotch of his pants.

Who would have thought that this sloppy guy squatting at the entrance of the corridor eating a watermelon was actually the private boss with a rumored net worth of millions?

On the mottled cement wall of the tube-shaped building, water was dripping from a dacron shirt hung out to dry by someone, making tiny splashes of water between the two people's clasped hands.

At the moment when the two pairs of hands were tightly clasped, the leaky windows in the corridor began to creak.

"I didn't expect you lived in a place like this."

Wang Jianguo's eyes swept across the mottled wall. The air was filled with the aroma of fried salted fish from next door.

This old tube-shaped building from the last century is crowded with more than 20 families. When he just went up to the third floor, he was tripped by an old-fashioned sewing machine piled in the corner.

Zhou Qi smiled and took out the key to open the door. There were obvious fresh pry marks on the iron door lock: "Didn't Liu Yuxi say that when talking and laughing, there are great scholars, and when they come and go, there are no unlearned people!"

"What's going on?"

Wang Jianguo pointed at several tattooed young men lying crookedly in the corridor. One of them, with dyed yellow hair, was retching while holding a trash can.

A fat woman in floral pajamas suddenly jumped out from behind the fire door, knelt on the ground and started howling: "Leader, you have to make the decision for me! This Zhou guy beats me up every day..."

"sister!"

The man in the uniform of the joint defense team rushed over and grabbed her arm: "He is Secretary Wang from the Municipal Party Committee!"

"Secretary Wang, listen to me!"

The neighbor who was called Shaolin Temple squeezed over with his phone in hand: "Around three o'clock in the afternoon, Auntie Fatty brought this gang of hooligans to knock on the door, saying that Zhou Qi was selling fake medicine online and caused her grandson to have allergies, and the result was..."

The video clearly records the scene of seven strong men being forced into a corner by Zhou Qi using a clothesline.

Wang Jianguo glanced at the three stripes on Liu Xiaosan's uniform shoulder straps: "Captain Liu? I'll give you two minutes. Take your men to clean up the corridor."

"Understood! I'll do it right away!" Liu Xiaosan's back was instantly covered with sweat, and he kicked the yellow-haired man pretending to be dead:

Wang Jianguo is no ordinary secretary. He is the spokesperson for Director Li Shousheng in the bureau, and his words and actions are just like those of Director Li himself.

Today, the chief secretary came to visit Zhou Qi in person, which shows that this seemingly ordinary teahouse owner has an unfathomable background.