The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 170 Like a demon lord descended from heaven, truly a god of war on earth.

Qian Jin is a very ethical person.

The main reason is that he just started at his new workplace and the city's general cooperative has already named him for evaluation, so even though his beloved wife is here, he still has to work hard.

And because of his wife's arrival, he was in a good mood and his enthusiasm for work was high.

A customer wanted to buy a thermos liner. She was a woman with gray hair and a wrinkled face, who looked like a member of a production team living a hard life.

The woman, with a fawning smile on her face, said shyly:

"Comrade, I'd like to buy a thermos flask. Could you take a look at a couple more and pick one out? The one I bought last time wasn't good quality."

The belly of the thermos?

Qian Jin asked in confusion, "You mean the inner liner of a thermos? You mean the one inside a thermos flask..."

"Yes, yes, it's the inner liner of a thermos. I'm just a farmer, I don't know what it is." The woman smiled apologetically, "Comrade, please don't laugh at me."

The sales staff at the supply and marketing cooperatives have poor service attitudes, especially in rural areas. They treat themselves as first-class citizens and farmers as second-class citizens, and they often scold them.

Qian Jin laughed and said, "What's so funny about that? On the contrary, it would be a joke if I, as a salesperson, didn't know what the customer wanted to buy or couldn't understand the customer's needs."

"Wait here, I'll get you the inner liner."

The woman wanted to pick two to compare.

Qian Jin immediately brought out five.

move.

He just needs to move.

The inner liner of a thermos is a fragile item, so why are sales clerks usually reluctant to take out more for customers to choose from?

First, it's troublesome to move; second, who will be responsible if the item is bumped or broken during the customer's selection process?

Qian Jin doesn't consider these things.

He only considered serving the people with enthusiasm.

The woman originally thought that having two inner linings would be enough, but Qian Jin brought out five.

She held the liner, looking at it, blowing on it, and listening to it, finally choosing one with satisfaction. She then took out the money from her handkerchief and began counting it:
"Comrade, thank you so much. The inner liner you chose this time is definitely good, and it will definitely keep the food warm."

Qian Jin asked, "Didn't the inner liner you bought last time keep the food warm?"

The woman said unhappily, "Yes, I've only had it for a week, and it doesn't keep the water warm at all. I pour a pot of hot water in at night, and when I open the stopper first thing in the morning, the water is ice cold!"

After hearing this, Qian Jin said, "Bring the inner liner back and replace it with a new one."

The woman looked at him in surprise: "Is this alright?"

Qian Jin said, "One of the responsibilities of the supply and marketing cooperative is to ensure supply and guarantee the supply for people's livelihood. If we sell bad products to customers, can we still call that guaranteeing people's livelihood?"

"Take it back and get a new one!"

This is not something he took on all on his own.

This is a service provided by the All-China Federation of Supply and Marketing Cooperatives.

In the city, whether it's a street-level supply and marketing cooperative or a department store in the city center, there are services to exchange defective products for new ones.

In rural areas, supply and marketing cooperatives take advantage of farmers' lack of knowledge and reluctance to provoke the government, so they do not provide this service.

After repeatedly asking him and receiving a definite answer, the woman happily went home.

If defective products can be exchanged for new ones, she won't need to buy new ones.

People don't have much money now, so they have to be very careful with every penny.

Qian Jin believes that as a member of the supply and marketing cooperative, he should help people save money and enable them to accomplish great things with minimal expenditure.

In addition, other customers came to make purchases, and he also provided them with enthusiastic and attentive service.

The members who came to the supply and marketing cooperative were very satisfied with his service and even felt flattered.

Qian Jin's reputation spread that very day:

A handsome and enthusiastic young man from the city came to the commune's supply and marketing cooperative, which attracted some idle people to come and watch the spectacle...

Ma Dehua ate lunch outside before returning home.

Actually, he usually went around to different production teams to find food, because he lived in the countryside and it wasn't worth cooking for him.

The food at the commune canteen was so bad that he would go and eat at other people's canteens.

The head of the supply and marketing cooperative was a powerful figure in the commune, even more prestigious than the commune secretary.

Ordinary people rarely interacted with the leaders and cadres of the commune, but they always dealt with the supply and marketing cooperative.

In particular, the team leaders and secretaries of each production team needed the assistance of the supply and marketing cooperative to buy fertilizers, pesticides, farm tools and other daily necessities.

This way, they would be the least likely to offend the person in charge of the supply and marketing cooperative.

Ma Defu was truly a local tyrant in Zidian Commune.

No matter which production team he visited, they would always treat him to a feast, killing a chicken and buying meat.

They don't even care about this small amount of money.

Ma Defu returned with a flushed face, picking his teeth and a protruding belly. His eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating he was quite drunk.

He walked in and, without paying any attention to anything else, pointed directly at several bottles of soda on the shelf and said, "Give me a bottle of orange juice."

Qian Jin said, "Director Ma, it's three cents, but you'll definitely return the bottle, so you don't need to pay a deposit. Just give me fifteen cents."

Ma Defu was stunned for a moment, then asked him, "What did you say? I just wanted a bottle of soda to quench my thirst, and you're asking me for money?"

Qian Jin pretended to be taken aback for a moment and asked in return, "Soft drinks are state property. If you want to buy soft drinks, of course you have to pay."

Ma Defu laughed and said, "You little brat, you have no manners! You dare to joke with me? Who do you think you are, some kind of captain?"

Qian Jin was speechless, rolled his eyes and said, "Who's joking with you? What kind of status or position do you have that I'd joke with you?"

Under normal circumstances, Qian Jin would at least exchange a few perfunctory words with him.

But this is an abnormal situation.

Ma Defu was determined to get rid of him, and no amount of showing weakness or trying to please him worked; the two were destined to part ways.

Qian Jin wouldn't tolerate this anymore and coldly said, "Anyone who wants a soda, or anyone who wants to take something from the supply and marketing cooperative, has to pay money and give a ration coupon."

"Even national leaders and leaders of our Central News Agency have to pay money and give tickets. If anyone doesn't pay money or give tickets, then they can forget about taking the goods. I'm telling you!"

"What you say is bullshit! Your words are nothing but farts!" Ma Defu roared, fueled by alcohol.

"Let me tell you, this supply and marketing cooperative belongs to me. I'm the director, and I'm the one who calls the shots here!"

Qian Jin realized that the man was drunk and felt that trying to reason with a drunkard would be idiotic.

So he changed his approach and said, "Director Ma, you were drunk at noon?"

"What's wrong? Is the policy against it?" Ma Defu retorted.

“Of course the policy doesn’t allow it. Does our supply and marketing cooperative have no discipline? How are you going to get any work done this afternoon, looking so drunk?” Qian Jin immediately retorted.

"Look at yourself now! Do you even look like a supply and marketing cooperative employee? You're bringing shame to our cooperative!"

Ma Defu wiped his mouth, staring intently at Qian Jin with his scarlet eyes.

He never expected his subordinates to speak to him like that.

Not to mention his subordinates, even the commune leaders haven't spoken to him like that since he became the director of the supply and marketing cooperative in Zidian Commune.

So, his mind was a bit hazy from the alcohol, and he didn't quite catch what he was saying for a moment. He even picked at his ear and asked, "Do you even know what you're talking about?"

"Come here and tell me, were you deliberately picking a fight with me just now?"

Qian Jin said, "Who is it that's bothering whom?"

At this moment, Zhao Dazhu and Jin Hai both came out after hearing the two arguing.

The two exchanged a glance and quickly separated.

Jin Hai winked at Qian Jin.

Zhao Dazhu helped Ma Defu toward his office, saying, "Director Ma, I've made some tea. Why don't you go and have a cup and rest?"

Ma Defu pushed him away and said to Qian Jin, "Come and help me up..."

"Why should I help you? Help you cross the street? Help you get to the table and have a couple more drinks?" Qian Jin retorted sharply.

He then said to Zhao Dazhu and Jin Hai, "You two comrades, look, Director Ma got drunk at noon. How will he go to work this afternoon? How will he serve the people?"

Zhao Dazhu and Jin Hai were speechless for a moment, exchanging glances with the same meaning:
Are young people these days really this intense?

Enraged, Ma Defu, unable to get any money in, went over to the counter, stuck his head out, and yelled at the man, "I think you don't want to work here anymore..."

A complex, sour stench, a mixture of alcohol, cigarette smoke, and garlic, billowed from his mouth, and Qian Jin retreated in disgust.

"You know perfectly well who doesn't want to work anymore. Alright, Director Ma, cherish the last good moments of your work and get out of my sight as soon as possible."

Zhao Dazhu and Jin Hai looked at each other again.

This new sales clerk was indeed there with a secret mission, but he was too reckless. How could he directly confront Director Ma?

Ma Defu flew into a rage, slammed his fist on the table, and roared, "You...!"

"Director Ma, that's enough, you should go and rest." Even Jin Hai helped him this time.

The afternoon sun was lovely.

However, the lobby of the supply and marketing cooperative was an old building. The space was large and the soil on the ground still had the chill of late winter and early spring, so it was still a bit cold. Ma Defu didn't want to stay outside in the cold wind, so after being supported by the two men, he went to the backyard and entered the office while cursing.

Qian Jin was figuring out how to deal with Ma Defu.

In private, he is not afraid of resorting to violence or using connections.

He feared that Ma Defu had worked in the area for many years and had strong connections, and if he were to use official power to deal with him, things would inevitably become difficult.

Fortunately, he remained the deputy captain of the security task force and was a well-known and influential figure in the Kaohsiung Police Station and even the Customs Anti-Drug Bureau.

If Ma Defu were to use the commune's security personnel to deal with him, things wouldn't be so simple.

As he pondered, he wiped the counter with a dusty rag, working meticulously.

"Qian Jin! Qian Jin!" Less than half an hour later, drunken shouts came from the courtyard again, followed by heavy footsteps.

The wooden door leading from the main hall of the supply and marketing cooperative to the backyard was suddenly pushed open, slamming against the wall with a loud "bang".

Qian Jin frowned; he knew who it was without even looking.

Clearly, Ma Defu was still angry after returning to his office and insisted on coming to cause trouble for him.

Zhao Dazhu and Jin Hai arrived upon hearing the news, and tried to persuade Ma Defu to go back and rest.

However, after returning to his office, Ma Defu felt increasingly angry the more he tried to hold back, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt he had lost out.

He had never been treated so badly in the Zidian Commune, and this time he came back clearly to make money.

Before Zhao Dazhu could even utter the word "Director Ma," the man, his face flushed red, pointed at Zhao Dazhu and roared:
"Shut up! This is none of your business. Today I'm going to deal with this arrogant brat. Whoever interferes, I'll take care of them!"

As he spoke, he unbuttoned three buttons on his military green Zhongshan suit, revealing a yellowish undershirt underneath.

Qian Jin didn't say anything, but silently straightened the broom that had been knocked askew by Ma Defu kicking the door.

There were two other members in the supply and marketing cooperative who came to buy things. Upon seeing this, they both lowered their heads and pretended not to see anything.

Ma Defu staggered to the tobacco and liquor counter, his thick fingers tapping the cement counter with a "thump-thump":

"I'll give you one more chance, get me a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes! And another bottle of Haibin Baijiu!"

Qian Jin said, "Then I'll say it again, money..."

"You pay for it yourself!" Ma Defu said arrogantly. "Don't blame me for not giving you young people a chance; you'll have to pay for it yourself!"

Qian Jin said, "If you're going to act crazy while drunk, go outside and have fun. If you want to dream, go back to your office and sleep."

"There are members here, don't push your luck!"

Zhao Dazhu and Jin Hai looked terrified, and the latter couldn't help but exclaim, "Brother Qian, you..."

As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, Ma Defu's face, covered in acne, turned from red to purple. Suddenly, he grabbed the abacus from the counter and slammed it hard onto the counter in front of Qian Jin.

The wooden beads scattered and flew everywhere, one of them hitting Qian Jin in the chest.

"Who do you think you are!" Ma Defu roared, reeking of alcohol. "A mere brat who just transferred here dares to talk to me like that! Do you know who I am?"

The supply and marketing cooperative suddenly became eerily quiet.

Some timid customers shrank back and left the supply and marketing cooperative, but more people on the street heard the noise inside and quietly gathered around to look in through the door and windows.

Qian Jin squinted at Ma Defu, a smile spreading across his face.

He bent down to pick up the broken abacus and gently placed it aside: "Director Ma, you are a cadre of our supply and marketing cooperative. This is not a good thing."

"Now you know I'm a cadre?" Ma Defu, drunk and confused, thought he was about to back down, and became even more arrogant.

He slammed his hand on the counter, making several boxes of matches jump up: "In this self-operated commune, I'm the boss! You believe I can fire you with a single word?"

Jin Hai went to drive away the crowd watching the commotion at the door, and then closed the door and drew the curtains.

Ma Defu, however, wanted others to see him packing up the money: "Don't close the door, open it for me!"

Hearing his stammering tone, Zhao Dazhu couldn't help but say, "Director Ma, you're drunk, you're still..."

"You want to get out too?" Ma Defu said viciously, pointing at him.

Unable to defeat him, Zhao Dazhu shook his head helplessly and retreated.

Qian Jin said, "Hey Ma, don't push your luck."

"Brother Jin, open all the doors and windows. Since this guy surnamed Ma isn't afraid of losing face, let outsiders see how he makes a fool of himself."

Jin Hai had no choice but to open the door again.

People were drawn to watch again.

"You little brat! Listen to what you're saying!" Ma Defu roared, raising his fist to smash it into Qian Jin's face. "Your parents didn't raise you well, so I'll raise you..."

Qian Jin sidestepped, his movements clean and swift.

Although he didn't practice boxing or martial arts, he was young and strong, and had developed a good physique from working in the transport team.

Ma Defu indulged in smoking, drinking, and women, and was drunk at the moment. He missed his punch and fell forward due to inertia, almost falling onto the counter.

"Director Ma, who are we offering sacrifices to?" Qian Jin provoked him. "You have to kneel down and kowtow, otherwise it won't be sincere enough."

Ma Defu turned around, panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot: "They've gone too far! These young people these days have really rebelled!"

He suddenly grabbed the broken abacus from the counter, gritted his teeth, and smashed it over Qian Jin's head.

Qian Jin did not back down this time.

He blocked with his left hand and threw a standard straight punch straight at Ma Defu's chest with his right.

Ma Defu grunted as the abacus fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Zhao Dazhu sighed repeatedly.

He couldn't bear to see this precious thing damaged.

However, seeing Director Ma, who usually acted arrogantly, get beaten up, he was overjoyed.

Like a scoundrel, Ma Defu grabbed whatever was on the ground and threw it at Qian Jin, cursing incoherently: "Fuck your mother, fuck your dad, you motherless bastard, you beast reincarnated..."

Qian Jin went up, picked him up, and slapped him twice, making Ma Defu scream in pain.

Then Qian Jin punched Tai Tang in the stomach.

He immediately clutched his stomach and knelt on the ground, vomiting a pool of filth that filled the air with a sour, foul odor.

Laughter and whispers erupted outside the supply and marketing cooperative:
"Heh heh, Madgobi's really embarrassed now..." "He, a dignified director, got beaten up by a young upstart, this is big news..."

"Look at him, always so bossy and arrogant, turns out he's just a snotty-nosed guy..."

It took Ma Defu a while to catch his breath.

He staggered to his feet, his eyes filled with venom: "You, you, you, you just wait!"

Qian Jin's ruthlessness completely exceeded his expectations.

Thugs always harbor a particularly naive fantasy: that they are the only ones who can bully others, and no one can bully them.

Realizing he couldn't get anywhere with Qian Jin, Ma Defu uttered some harsh words and stumbled out of the supply and marketing cooperative, not even bothering to pick up the hat that had fallen to the ground.

Qian Jin bent down and picked up the dark blue cadre's hat, using it to wipe the dirty vomit on the ground.

The onlookers cheered, "What a real man!"

Zhao Dazhu stopped him: "Xiao Qian, what are you doing? You're adding fuel to the fire!"

Qian Jin said nonchalantly, "Since Ma Defu wants to be a fire to burn us, then he can't blame anyone for pouring oil on him!"

“Things won’t end so simply, Brother Qian. You should go out and lay low for a while. Ma Defu has worked here for over twenty years. He knows a lot of people, both good and bad.” Jin Hai kindly advised him to leave first.

Qian Jin laughed and said, "I know, he wants to beat me up. If he can't beat me, he'll find someone else to beat me up..."

"He's most likely gone to find Brother Da Kui," Jin Hai said worriedly.

Qian Jin asked, "And who are Brother Da Kui?"

Jin Hai said, "Da Kui is the captain of the Zhao family production team in Hezhai. He is the local tyrant in the production team. All four of his brothers are big and strong and are no good."

"Ma Defu became friends with them, and even helped Da Kui get a captain's position. Da Kui and his gang usually acted as Ma Defu's henchmen, and they would mess with anyone who messed with Ma Defu..."

Zhao Dazhu tugged at him: "Jin Hai, be careful what you say and do."

Jin Hai said nonchalantly, "If Brother Qian, an outsider, isn't afraid of him, what do I, a local, have to be afraid of?"

He continued to tell Qian Jin, "You have to be careful. Last December, the city sent a salesperson here, but he only worked for less than half a month before voluntarily applying for a transfer."

"There are many reasons, but the biggest reason is probably that someone dealt with him when he was walking at night or going to the outhouse."

"He called the police, but it was no use. They couldn't find any evidence or clues, so he had no choice but to leave."

Jin Hai didn't reveal the specific details.

But everyone here is smart; they all know what they need to know.

Qian Jin smiled.

Zhang Aijun, who had been squatting in the corner, also smiled.

Does the other person like playing this game?
Alright, I'll play along to the end!
He straightened his expression and said to the two of them, "Before I went to the countryside, my superiors had a talk with me."

He said that grassroots work is different from working in the city; you have to be able to stay calm and tolerate things, but the principles cannot be changed!

"Don't worry, brothers. People will be punished by Heaven for their evil deeds, and now Heaven has come!"

Zhao Dazhu and his companion looked at each other in bewilderment once again.

So young and energetic!
About half an hour later, a commotion of footsteps and shouts could be heard outside the supply and marketing cooperative.

Qian Jin looked up at the sound and saw Ma Defu leading five or six men barging in menacingly.

The leader was Zhao Daikui, the captain of the Hezhai production team.

This man was indeed well-built, nearly 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a thick waist. He wore blue overalls covered in mud, and his face was full of fat.

Behind him followed several equally burly men who resembled him somewhat; they were clearly his four brothers.

The four men, who seemed a bit dim-witted, barged in, one of them brandishing a hoe and about to smash the counter: "Who the hell dares to mess with Brother Ma!"

Jin Hai roared, "You're going to smash up the supply and marketing cooperative!"

Zhao Dazhu also became anxious: "Director Ma, what do you want with these people?"

After vomiting and running around, Ma Defu finally sobered up. He knew how serious the crime of working odd jobs at the supply and marketing cooperative was, and he also knew that as the director, he would not be able to get away with it.

So he blocked the four brothers, pointed at Qian Jin, and shouted, "It's this arrogant brat! Teach him a lesson!"

Zhao Daikui sized Qian Jin up and down, a contemptuous smile on his face: "With your puny frame, you dare to mess with Director Ma? Do you even know who Director Ma is?"

Jin Hai, being a man of principle, stepped in front of Qian Jin and said sternly, "Captain Zhao, this is a matter between Comrade Qian Jin and Director Ma, a private matter within our supply and marketing cooperative. You..."

"Get out of here! This isn't your Jin family's territory. What are you doing here acting all high and mighty?" Zhao Daikui said arrogantly.

He then asked, "Young man, do you know who Director Ma is?"

"Your father?" Qian Jin asked with a smile. "Otherwise, why are you so concerned about his affairs?"

"Bullshit! You're asking for it!" Zhao Daikui spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground. "In this small corner of Zidian Commune, no one dares to be this arrogant!"

He turned to the men behind him and said, "Brothers, let's teach this outsider a lesson today!"

"Brother Ma, what's the deal? Same old rules? If you cripple him, it's your responsibility?"

Ma Defu said with a gloomy face, "It's on me!"

The four men immediately spread out, forming a semi-circle around Qian Jin in front of the counter, while a man whose appearance bore no resemblance to them stood behind them, one hand on his shovel and the other on his hip.

They're putting on quite a show.

One of the burly men, with a scar on his forehead, grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth:

"I heard you've learned a few tricks and beat up Brother Ma? Well, today we grandpas will show you what real kung fu is!"

The air inside the supply and marketing cooperative seemed to freeze.

The old-fashioned wall clock ticked away, and the shovels, hoes, and other farm tools piled up in the corner gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

The crowd gathered outside the window held their breath, and for a moment no one made a sound.

At this point, Zhang Aijun spoke abruptly: "Leaders fight with leaders, subordinates fight with subordinates. You are your leader's lackeys, and I am our leader's bodyguard."

"Idiots, your opponent is me."

Zhao Daikui turned his head in astonishment and saw a smiling, honest face: "Who the hell are you? Who let their belt slip and exposed you?"

Zhang Aijun still smiled: "Don't say that our leaders don't leave people a way out. Now, kneel down and kowtow three times, sincerely apologize to our leaders, and I'll let you leave with your hands and feet intact."

"Otherwise, I'll tell you what will happen: you won't be able to eat anything hard anymore, you'll only be able to drink porridge."

This statement was like igniting a powder keg.

Zhao Daikui roared "You're asking for death!" and swung his fist at Qian Jin's face.

He was shrewd when it came to fighting, knowing the principle of capturing the leader first. Regardless of the burly and strong Zhang Aijun, he would beat up Qian Jin first.

One of his younger brothers suddenly threw a cigarette butt at Qian Jin's face. Qian Jin turned his head to dodge it, and the spark burned a black spot on the propaganda poster behind him.

"You dare to hide!" The other three joined in and started fighting.

In the blink of an eye, a dark figure flashed in from the side.

With a sharp 'snap', Zhao Daikui's wrist was gripped by a hand like an iron clamp, the fist stopping abruptly less than half a meter away from Qian Jin.

"I hope your wife is good at making porridge."

The voice was not loud, but it was as cold and hard as a quenched steel knife.

While speaking, Zhang Aijun had the leisure to raise his leg and kick the other two brothers away with two quick whip kicks.

Zhao Dai Kui struggled twice but failed to break free, his face instantly turning a deep liver color: "You're asking for death..."

Zhang Aijun forced the other two brothers back, grabbed Zhao Daikui's wrist with his right hand and twisted it backward, while his left hand formed a claw and choked Zhao Daikui's neck.

Almost no one saw his movements clearly. After locking Zhao Daikui's neck, he loosened his right hand, clenched his fingers into a fist, and shoved it into Zhao Daikui's mouth.

'Bang bang bang! '

One muffled thud after another.

Zhang Aijun's fist slammed into Zhao Daikui's mouth like a pile driver, and he kicked him in the stomach, sending the 1.9-meter-tall man flying backward.

The other three brothers rushed over to help their eldest brother up.

Zhao Daikui's screams only had time to ring out then.

He opened his mouth and screamed, and bright red blood gushed out, clattering onto the cement floor.

There were charred and blackened teeth in the blood!
The burly man with a scar on his forehead could no longer bear it. He roared and strode forward, unleashing a barrage of wild punches.

Zhang Aijun slightly turned his body, and his right hand slid up the other person's arm like a nimble snake, suddenly snapping and twisting at the elbow joint.

A sharp cracking sound was followed by the man's pig-like scream.

This is Zhang Aijun's specialty.

He had specifically learned how to dislocate human joints when he was a capturer.

The screams abruptly stopped.

Zhang Aijun's other fist once again transformed into a pile driver, and with one punch, the man with the scar on his forehead spat out his teeth.

Before the man could fall to the ground, a burly man with bull-like eyes realized his opponent was formidable. He went around to the back, pulled out a hoe from behind the counter, and swung it down on the back of Zhang Aijun's head.

Zhang Aijun turned his head and kept his eyes peeled. Just as the threat was about to strike, he suddenly ducked down and slammed the hoe on the counter with a 'bang,' making the glass bottles on it rattle.

Taking advantage of his crouching posture, Zhang Aijun lashed out with his right leg like a steel whip, his shoe sole slamming into the opponent's ankle.

The bull-eyed man immediately lost his balance and fell forward. Zhang Aijun took the opportunity to get up and delivered an elbow strike to his back, knocking him to the ground.

Three of the five people quickly collapsed.

The remaining two village bullies cursed "fuck your mother" and pounced on him at the same time.

The one on the left pulled out his belt and chopped it down hard on Zhang Aijun's head, while the one on the right swung his shovel and swept it across.

At the critical moment, Zhang Aijun suddenly reached out and grabbed the sweeping belt, tearing it downwards with his thick arm, pulling the man forward as he staggered.

The shovel swept across, whistling through the air.

Zhang Aijun reached out and braced himself against the counter behind him, performing a professional gymnast's move. He leaped up like a hawk doing a somersault, using his arm strength to support his body and move sideways, managing to glide over the shovel.

He twisted his waist and turned in mid-air, his right leg slashing down like a battle axe, striking the shovel-wielding man squarely on the shoulder.

The man's knees buckled and he fell to his knees, the shovel clattering onto the concrete floor.

These village bullies are ruthless.

They were desperate criminals. If Zhang Aijun hadn't been skilled, and if Qian Jin had only dealt with them, he would have been seriously injured on the spot no matter which blow he took.

Zhang Aijun showed no mercy in his actions.

He landed swiftly, his palms like knives, delivering a double blow to the other's temples.

The village bully's eyes bulged out, and he opened his mouth to scream.

Zhang Aijun's iron fist slammed into his mouth, causing blood to gush out.

The other one saw this and turned to run away.

But he forgot that the other end of the belt was still being held by Zhang Aijun.

He ran and pulled Zhang Aijun behind him. Then, feeling the weight in his hand was off, he subconsciously turned around—

Zhang Aijun kicked him in the chest, sending him crashing into the wall.

Then he quickly went up and pressed down on the man's chest, and, as if it were nothing, he punched him in the mouth.

There was a window next to the wall, and the onlookers who saw this scene up close were so frightened that they backed away and exclaimed in surprise.

Zhang Aijun withdrew his fist, and the village bully slumped to the ground like a lump of mud, blood and teeth dripping from his open mouth.

The burly man who had been beaten and was lying on the ground was trembling with fear. He covered his face with his hands and tried to bury his face in the ground, wishing there was a crack in the ground he could crawl into.

Of all these people, he's the only one with intact teeth.

But Zhang Aijun was a man of his word, a tough guy who would knock out all their teeth if he said he would knock one out.

He kicked the burly man lying on the ground in the ribs.

The burly man curled up like a shrimp with eagle claws; his diaphragm was injured, and he could not breathe for a moment, so he could only raise his head.

Zhang Aijun grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up, continuing to punch his mouth hard...

This startled the crowd gathered at the entrance, causing them to back away.

An old man suddenly exclaimed, "It's like a demon lord descending from heaven, truly a god of war on earth!"

The entire fight lasted no more than two minutes.

None of the five village bullies who terrorized the area could withstand a single blow from Zhang Aijun.

Five burly men lay sprawled across the supply and marketing cooperative, groaning in pain. Blood splattered across the cement floor, more than the brown sugar on the shelves.

Zhang Aijun patted off non-existent dust from his sleeves and turned to look at Ma Defu, who was already terrified.

The director, who had been so arrogant just moments before, was now ashen-faced, his legs trembling like leaves, his back pressed against the lime wall inscribed with "Serve the People," a truly ironic sight.

"You, you, you stay away!" Ma Defu's voice became shrill and distorted. "To tell you the truth, we Ma family have many relatives, and we have relatives who are officials in the municipal party committee!"

Zhang Aijun didn't say anything, but just glanced at him as he rubbed the back of his hand.

His hands were covered in jagged abrasions, and beads of blood slowly slid down his knuckles, splattering a few dark red dots on the cement floor.

Outside the supply and marketing cooperative, the members who had been watching the commotion remained completely silent.

Only a little boy in patched clothes opened his eyes wide and mimicked Zhang Aijun's earlier movements.

Zhang Aijun smiled at Ma Defu.

He considers his smile to be very sunny.

Ma Defu felt an intense, agonizing sensation; he felt a tingling, itchy feeling between his legs, and his crotch was wet…

Zhang Aijun retorted, "Don't be silly, boss. You're our boss's rival, not mine. I won't beat you up."

Without hesitation, Ma Defu charged out, shouting, "You just wait! You dare to commit violence! I'm calling the police to arrest you!"

Qian Jin wasn't afraid of him calling the police.

If they were in the city, he would drag Ma Defu to the police station.

But this is the countryside, a place that Ma Defu has run for many years, so it's hard to say what the situation is like in the police station.

So he nodded to Zhang Aijun: "Take Teacher Wei back."

Without saying a word, Zhang Aijun turned and left.

He walked to the door.

The crowd watching outside the gate quickly took three steps back.

He took three steps forward, and the crowd retreated ten steps in a row.

These days, fights break out in rural areas all the time, and armed conflicts between two villages or two families are not uncommon.

The commune members had seen plenty of bloodshed and conflict, but they had never seen a terrifying fighting machine like Zhang Aijun.

The four Zhao brothers were invincible throughout the commune, and they even brought along another village bully from the same team for help.

Now they're all groaning on the ground.

Just as the man said.

They're doomed; they'll have to live on porridge for the rest of their lives!

That's too ruthless!
(End of this chapter)