Reborn as a capitalist's young master in the 1970s, he starts his life by being blocked at the

All of this happened so fast; in just a few moments, he single-handedly chased away the pickpockets and even caught three of them.

The passengers all looked at him with admiration.

Among the crowd, several young women kept glancing over, their eyes practically drooling.

Too lazy to waste words with these pickpockets, I dragged the three of them through the crowd and back to the food truck.

The older train police officer who had been sitting in a chair drinking tea and reminiscing about his glorious youth with a few younger officers suddenly stood up when he saw this.

He was utterly shocked, and could barely speak: "Young man, you... caught another pickpocket? And three at once?"

"This must be a gang; they even tried to attack me just now."

Chen Jianming nodded and handed the three pickpockets over to several young railway police officers.

The veteran train police officer's jaw nearly dropped when he heard this.

He really hadn't misjudged this young man; he had brought him such a big surprise in such a short time!

You know, they've always had a headache dealing with these pickpockets, and no matter how hard they try, they haven't been able to catch them.

The main problem is that pickpockets are like slippery eels, each one more cunning than the last, blending into the crowd so well that they are usually impossible to spot.

They disappear at the slightest sign of trouble.

While the young train police officer was taking the group away for questioning, the older officer asked with a smile, "Young man, judging from your skills, you're definitely more than just a novice. Have you found a job back in the city? Do you have any plans?"

"Not yet, let's check after we get back to the city."

The veteran train police officer's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "Are you interested in becoming a policeman? With your skills and sharp eyesight, it would be a real shame if you didn't become a policeman."

He smiled and declined, saying, "Being a policeman is out of the question. I'm used to being free and independent, and I don't like being tied down."

There are still so many businesses in his family waiting for him to go back and inherit. Right now, he just wants to go back to the city and has no interest in being a policeman at all.

The veteran train police officer persisted, saying, "Why don't you reconsider? I can make an exception and hire you. You'll have to find another job after you go back to the city anyway."

He truly admired talent. Look at this young man, so upright and spirited, and so skilled. It would be a waste if he didn't become a policeman!

"Thank you for your kindness, senior. I appreciate it, but my personality is too wild and I'm used to living in the mountains. I'm really not cut out to be a policeman."

"Alright then, since you're not interested, I won't insist." The old train police officer said with a look of regret.

Such a promising talent, but his ambitions lie elsewhere.

After a moment's hesitation, he said again, "You've caught four pickpockets in a row, which has been a great help to us. It might even help us crack down on the pickpocketing gang. Here's what we'll do: give me your address, and I can apply for a reward for you and send it to you later."

"Forget about the bonus, it was just a small favor, a service to the people. Senior, if it's convenient, could you please change my seat? I was in a hurry to get back to the city and only managed to get a standing ticket."

The train wouldn't arrive for at least two more days, and he really couldn't bear staying in the carriage any longer.

"Haha, of course! You've done such a great service, this is nothing. Forget the seats, just take a sleeper berth!"

The veteran train police officer laughed heartily and waved to someone not far away: "Xiao Li, take this young man to the sleeper car and find him a clean bed."

"Thank you, senior."

"Young man, come with me."

Following the young train police officer through the carriages to the sleeper area, he felt incredibly comfortable after lying down on his berth.

These days, sleeper berths are a truly scarce resource. Only officials are entitled to them. Ordinary people, without any official position, can't even dream of getting one, and money won't help.

Although it couldn't compare to the beds in the cabin, it was far more comfortable than the cramped train carriage where you couldn't even stretch your legs, and he was very satisfied.

The rest of the trip went much more smoothly.

There weren't many people in the sleeper berths, so it was much quieter. There were also guards patrolling the aisle from time to time, which made me feel very safe.

The two-day trip was a bit boring, but at least he had some free time.

With his mind, he entered the space, manipulating a wooden stick to train several lions to perform acrobatics.

"roar!"

I poked the lion's rear with a stick, and the lion roared and sprang up, jumping more than two meters high.

"Awoo!"

Not far away, several gray wolves were howling softly, huddled together in pairs, rubbing against each other, clearly in their mating season.

"Are they trying to have wolf cubs?"

He found it amusing, and on a whim, he directly separated the couple, dragging the male wolf aside.

The female wolves howled mournfully, but he pretended not to hear them and continued to train the beasts with the wooden stick.

"Awoo~"

Not only was the mother wolf howling, but the tigress beside her was also howling in unison.

"Ugh, so annoying! Stop arguing! I don't even have a wife yet, and you guys are already having fun?"

Chen Jianming looked at the tiger urinating wildly because it was in heat, and then at the lion he was playing with. These two seem like they could produce a liger?

Wolves and tigers...that doesn't seem right. By the way, how did werewolves come about?

Two days later, the train finally arrived at the station.

Chen Jianming followed the massive flow of people off the train and took a deep breath.

After spending so long in the mountains and enduring so much hardship, good days are finally coming!

Next, a new chapter in my life will begin.

The old house and the businesses left by my parents are exciting just to think about.

Stepping out of the station, one sees low, dilapidated houses lining both sides of the street, some with eye-catching slogans pasted on their walls.

Pedestrians hurried past on their old-fashioned bicycles, and there were hardly any cars in sight.

Even in the capital, the capital city, it's not considered developed these days. It's vastly different from the towering skyscrapers of my memory.

"Young man, would you like a ride in a tricycle?"

An old man riding a tricycle drifted and stopped right in front of me.

"Sit down, let's go to the Hongdanggang Subdistrict Office."

"50 cents."

"Alright, let's go."

Chen Jianming got into the car and settled in, planning to go to the old house first.

Once things settle down and I have a place to live, I can take over the factory left by my parents.

However, before that, he had to go to the Hong Kong office of the Red Party.

Before returning from the mountains, I heard from Zhao Erhu that someone was preventing me from going back to the city.

He didn't know who it was at the time, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it must be related to Chen Weiguo!

After all, if he doesn't come back, the old house will belong to Chen Weiguo.

The father was no good, and Chen Weiguo, the son, was naturally no better.

The tricycle drove along gracefully, and the streets were lined with shops, creating a lively scene.

"Young man, have you just returned to the city?" The old man pedaled his tricycle furiously and struck up a conversation.

Chen Jianming nodded: "Just got back, ugh!"

"You're back quite late. I saw that many educated youth came back a long time ago. Now all the good jobs have probably been taken, so it will be hard to find a job now."

The old man was very talkative. He talked to me about the development of the capital city over the years, from national policies to everyday family matters, and he kept going on and on.

"Sir! What kind of driving skills do you have? That's fucking top-notch!"

"Hey! Locals in old Beijing call me the 'Dongdan Park Car God'!"

Half an hour later, we arrived at the street office.

After getting off the bus and paying the fare, he slung his bag over his shoulder and staggered inside, where he bumped into a familiar figure.

He looks somewhat like Chen Dajun, wearing a Zhongshan suit and with his hair slicked back.

"Jianming?"

A ruthless glint flashed in Chen Weiguo's eyes as he approached with a smile.