Rebirth of the Forbidden City: The Troublemaker in the Courtyard

It was already past three in the afternoon when Ning Yuan and Zhong Yuemin and their group arrived at Shichahai.

Shichahai is the most crowded at this time.

The vast ice surface was filled with groups of young people.

"I came out early this morning and didn't even bring my ice skates." Fan Xinhua muttered when he saw the crowd on the ice in front of him.

"It's just a few pairs of ice skates, right? Wait, I'll get them for you right away."

Yuan Jun tugged at his bag and walked straight to the entrance of the ice to change shoes.

Ning Yuan and Zhong Yuemin watched Yuan Jun walk away, and of course they could guess that this kid must have taken a kitchen knife to "borrow" shoes.

"Zheng Tong, Fatty, what are you guys standing there for? Bring the brothers and follow them. How can Yuan Jun have eight arms? Can he grab it?"

Zhong Yuemin smiled and kicked Zheng Tong, who was standing next to him, in the butt.

Zheng Tong cursed with a smile, jumped away, and dragged Fan Xinhua and Zou Cheng's buddies in the direction of Yuan Jun.

"Ning Yuan, we dealt with Ma Hongbing's men this morning. This guy will definitely come looking for revenge. In my opinion, it's better to send someone to tell him to have a fight with him."

Zhong Yuemin glanced at Zheng Tong and the others, and seeing that they had gone far away, he secretly took out two Daqianmen cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to Ning Yuan.

Ning Yuan took out a match and lit it for the two of them, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

"No, this matter can't be solved by a fight. I'm going to use him to establish my authority. I'll go find him again tomorrow. I'm going to beat this idiot into submission. Old soldiers have their own rules. I'll teach him what the fucking rules are!"

Zhong Yuemin smiled helplessly and took two more big sips.

Ning Yuan also took two puffs, and just as he threw away the cigarette butt, he heard a noisy shouting coming from the shoe-changing area.

The two looked at each other and were about to go to change shoes, but they saw Yuan Jun and others coming out with ice skates in their hands, laughing.

"What's going on?" Ning Yuan asked Yuan Jun after the guys came closer.

"Hey, let's go in and look for shoes. A few of these bastards are playing with me. I heard they're from Hepingli North Street. As soon as we flashed our kitchen knives, we all got scared. Come on, try them on and see if they fit!"

Yuan Jun acted like a big shot and handed the pair of ice skates in his right hand to Ning Yuan.

"Haha, you didn't steal it from those good students, did you?" Ning Yuan asked as he took it.

"You're underestimating us, aren't you? How dare the good students come to Shichahai at this time of year? Those bastards don't look like any good people at all."

Yuan Jun put on his ice skates quickly and said to Ning Yuan.

Ning Yuan thought it made sense. How could good students dare to come to Shichahai where there were so many naughty kids? So he stopped thinking about it and put on his ice skates quickly.

A group of people put on their skates and slowly skated towards the center of the ice rink.

If the leader of the Sijiucheng gang does not go to the ice rink at this time, then he has no right to call himself the leader.

In addition to the functions of playing and refreshing, the ice rink also has another very important function, which is socializing.

Since the gangsters are people of the underworld, they always have to make friends with heroes from all over the place. The more people you know, the greater your status will be.

If you want to be a famous figure among gangsters, in addition to being loyal and making connections, you must also be ruthless and cruel, otherwise who will obey you?

Like Song Jiang in "Water Margin", who only knows how to talk and pretend to be righteous but has no martial arts skills at all, such people will not be able to survive in this era.

Ning Yuan and Zhong Yuemin are both righteous and chivalrous people. In addition, they are both strong and brave.

Many of the ruffians in the compound would always call on these two to help out when they had a fight, and naturally they made a lot of ruffian friends.

As soon as they stepped onto the ice rink, Ning Yuan and Zhong Yuemin began to greet the familiar people around them, exchanged a few words, and then lit a cigarette together.

Ning Yuan had just lit a cigarette with Li Yanjun, a troublemaker from Hongxia Apartment, when a young man wearing a dark yellow officer's woolen coat slid towards them.

A beautiful sudden stop left a slightly deep scratch on the ice in front of Ning Yuan and the others.

"Yuemin, Ningyuan, why did you two come over at this time? Whose cigarette is it? Give me one!"

A stocky young man of medium height with ordinary looks but a particularly eye-catching hooked nose walked up to the group and spoke without any hesitation.

"Weidong, you're so mean. Ning Yuan was fired a few days ago for helping you pick a fight. Why don't you just give the brothers some cigarettes to comfort them? How dare you ask for money from us?"

When Zhong Yuemin saw that it was Du Weidong, he immediately started to scold his grandson.

Du Weidong really has some background. He is not Chinese at all, but a pure Japanese.

His father, Du Yuanping Goro, was a foreign expert invited by the Foreign Languages Translation Bureau and worked in Beijing for a long time.

Du Weidong grew up in Beijing and speaks Beijing fluently.

Since last year, universities and key middle schools in Beijing have all had foreign students.

These foreign students were inevitably involved.

Du Weidong, a second-year junior high student at Peking University High School, was even more excited than his local classmates.

He changed his Japanese name to "Du Weidong".

For some reason, he inexplicably classified himself as a "cadre's child" and insisted that his father enjoyed department-level treatment, which barely considered him a "high-ranking official."

He participated in all the activities of the veterans.

Like the kids in the compound of Old Beijing, Du Weidong always had a sense of belonging when talking to foreign countries, so he called himself "from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs", and became a real tough guy in Old Beijing.

Moreover, this grandson is a descendant of the Yamato nation. He is cruel and ruthless in fighting, and has a bloodthirsty desire in his bones.

He and Ningyuan Zhong Yuemin and others had teamed up for several group fights. Du Weidong always carried a knife and drew blood when he attacked.

Ning Yuan and his companions also learned from Du Weidong that it was indeed not easy to fight the Japanese devils back then.

These Japanese devils are really tough. No wonder it took more than ten years to finally achieve a victory.

When Du Weidong heard Zhong Yuemin's teasing, he pinched his red, frozen hooked nose a little embarrassedly, and turned to look at Ning Yuan.

"Brother, I'm really sorry that I haven't been to see you these past two days. How about this, Ning Yuan, let's have a meal with Lao Mo tomorrow, and just think of it as my buddy washing away the bad luck when you are discharged from the hospital?"

A few days ago, Du Weidong and the tough guys from Dongdan's area had an argument on the ice, and then a fight broke out between the two sides. Ning Yuan was also present at the time, so he helped Du Weidong to charge into battle.

As a result, he was beaten down by the other side because he rushed too hard, which led to the birth of this "Ning Yuan" into this world.

"Okay, guys, we've all heard it. Weidong is treating our Lao Mo to a meal tomorrow, so everyone should be on time. Anyone who doesn't come is not giving Ning Yuan face!"

Ning Yuan looked at the group of people from his own compound behind him, including Li Yanjun and his group of four or five from Hongxia Apartment, and shouted loudly.

Everyone burst into laughter and quickly shouted in agreement.

Du Weidong was dumbfounded at this moment. There were fifteen or sixteen people in this group, plus the group he usually hung out with, more than twenty people. If they had to eat a meal at Lao Mo's, they would be left with nothing.