Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

Chang Kun made a move against Ma Wencai.

The first strike was a palm strike as sharp as a knife, landing on Ma Wencai's shoulder. It was the "Chopping Palm" technique from the Eighteen Styles of Sanshou.

The blow may not have looked heavy, but the force penetrated deep into his bones. Ma Wencai let out a scream and slumped to the side.

The second time, the elbow struck his chest. The force wasn't great, but the position was tricky, making his ribs ache and causing him to bend over, unable to breathe.

On the third time, Chang Kun grabbed his arm, twisted it, and pushed it away.

Ma Wencai spun around and fell face down on the ground. His glasses flew far away, bounced twice on the floor, and slid to the corner of the wall.

In three clean and swift moves, Ma Wencai didn't even have a chance to fight back. He lay on the ground groaning, unable to get up.

Chang Kun squatted down and looked at Ma Wencai, who was lying on the ground.

"These slaps are for the women you bullied in Daxing. If you dare to do it again, see how I deal with you!"

Ma Wencai lay on the ground, trembling all over, not daring to even groan loudly.

Chang Kun stood up, clapped his hands, and turned to Che Xiaorui, saying, "Xiaorui, make a record of what happened today and keep it. If he dares to do it again, this will be evidence."

Che Xiaorui nodded vigorously, picked up her notebook, and began to write furiously.

Ma Wencai got up from the ground, picked up his glasses, the lens of which was cracked and hung crookedly on the bridge of his nose.

He didn't even dare to look at Chang Kun, shrinking his neck and limping out of the broadcasting room. His back looked cowardly and pathetic, like a dog with its tail between its legs.

Watching his retreating figure, Monkey King spat fiercely, "Giving him a couple of beatings is too lenient! People like him should have all their scumbag deeds exposed and sent to a labor camp for hard labor!"

Chang Kun waved his hand, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth: "How could I possibly let him off so easily?"

Monkey King turned his head and looked at him.

Chang Kun leaned against the wall and said slowly, "Brother Monkey, there's an old saying: 'Cast a long line to catch a big fish.'"

Monkey King paused for a moment, his eyes darting around, then suddenly a glint appeared in his eyes. He lowered his voice and said, "You mean... someone surnamed Sima?"

"Hehe, it's hard to say, it's unspeakable..."

Seeing that the two were speaking vaguely, Che Xiaorui asked curiously, "What are you talking about? What big fish?"

Hou Jun chuckled: "Don't ask too many questions, just wait and see the show!"

Chang Kun stood by the window, watching the flow of people coming and going in the waiting room, lit a cigarette, and slowly smoked it.

Ma Wencai's audacity in touching Che Xiaorui inappropriately in the broadcasting room suggests that he had done similar things frequently at his previous workplace and had never suffered any consequences.

Why has he never suffered a loss? Because someone is protecting him.

Who will protect him? Can someone who can transfer him from Daxing be an ordinary person?

Moreover, the brother-in-law he mentioned is very likely Sima Bin, and it wouldn't be difficult to find out about their relationship.

Monkey Bro leaned closer and whispered, "Brother Kun, do you think that guy surnamed Sima knows about what this kid's been up to?"

Chang Kun flicked his cigarette ash, not answering directly: "Whether he knows or not is unimportant. What's important is that if something happens to the people he brought, he can't escape responsibility."

Monkey nodded, his eyes lighting up.

Chang Kun's skills had long been ingrained in his mind.

From catching pickpockets on the platform to cracking down on thieves in other sections, Brother Kun has never failed.

He said he was going to cast a long line to catch a big fish, and that fish would definitely not get away.

Ma Wencai's audacity is largely due to Sima Bin's indulgence.

Perhaps Sima Bin already knew his background when they were in Daxing, but he still brought him here.

Why? Because Ma Wencai is obedient, useful, and can do things for Sima Bin that he himself is not comfortable doing.

Chang Kun finished his cigarette, stubbed it out on the windowsill, and turned around.

"Alright, let's go back. We have to drive tomorrow."

Monkey King responded and followed Chang Kun outside.

As they reached the door, Che Xiaorui called out from behind, "Chang Kun, thank you for today."

Chang Kun didn't even turn his head, just waved his hand.

The two left the broadcasting room, and a cool breeze blew through the corridor.

Monkey King followed Chang Kun for a few steps, then suddenly laughed: "Brother Kun, do you think that bastard Ma Wencai will go back and complain to Sima Bin?"

Chang Kun didn't stop walking, and said calmly, "He doesn't have the guts."

Monkey King thought about it and agreed.

Ma Wencai is such a coward, he didn't dare to utter a sound after being beaten, how could he have the guts to complain?

Besides, if all the shady things he did were exposed, he would be the first one to be ruined.

The two returned to the office one after the other. Xiao Lü looked up at them and said, "Where have you two been? You haven't been back for ages."

"I went out for a stroll." Monkey King was excited, and a smile he couldn't suppress was playing on his lips.

Xiao Lü looked at him, then at Chang Kun, and felt that something was off.

But he didn't ask any more questions and lowered his head to continue lying on the table.

Another long day has passed.

Today was even harder to get through than yesterday.

My stomach was growling with hunger, and the little bit of wild vegetable porridge I drank felt like nothing at all. Before the afternoon, my stomach started to rebel.

The people in the office all looked dejected and didn't even have the energy to speak.

Chang Kun leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and pondered the grains in his spatial storage.

He wasn't hungry; his space was overflowing with food, enough to satisfy any craving. But he couldn't ignore the people in the office.

When no one was looking, he took out a handful of peeled peanuts from his storage space, put them in his pocket, and scattered them on the table when he came back after going to the toilet.

"Master, Uncle Zeng, brothers, let's have some peanuts to stave off our hunger."

Monkey King's eyes lit up, and he grabbed a peanut and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Brother Kun, where are you from?" he asked, his cheeks bulging, his voice muffled.

"Don't ask, just eat..."

As soon as it was time to leave work in the afternoon, everyone rushed out of the office.

Normally, people would have the leisure to chat for a bit after get off work, but today no one had that time. Everyone was in a hurry, pedaling their bicycles as fast as they could, as if they wanted to step into their homes and fill their stomachs first.

Chang Kun got on his bike and followed the flow of people out of the company gate.

When I got home, I pushed the stroller into the yard and saw my aunt, Fan Erxiao, already waiting there.

Fan Erxiao sat at the stone table, with two bulging burlap sacks and a cloth bundle beside him, tied tightly with two knots.

When she saw Chang Kun come in, her eyes lit up and she quickly stood up.

"Xiao Kun, you're finally back." Fan Erxiao greeted him with a smile and pointed to the things on the ground.

"I've prepared everything. These two sacks contain food, and that bundle contains some daily necessities. Please take these to my parents."

"And I've saved up some wages over the past few months, which I'll take with me to Tangshan..."

I was planning to buy some good yarn to knit a scarf for you and Xiaomin, but I'll have to postpone that for now.