All the heavens begin with the love in the courtyard.

Interestingly, Han Chunming was immediately eager to try. He loved people who acted arrogantly, as these people were ruthless and cruel. It was only satisfying to torment such people to the point of death.

In Han Chunming's view, the king of thieves is nothing but social scum. These kinds of scum have ruined countless families. He is acting on behalf of heaven to seek some justice for those victims.

When I become successful in the future, I can do more charity work to give back to society, right?

After thinking it through, Han Chunming smiled and patted Scarface on the shoulder.

"Alright, you can go back now. Until we meet again. From today onwards, my name, Brother Jun, will be known throughout your Buddhist circle. Don't worry, I'll have a good talk with your godfather!"

Scarface nodded with a complicated expression, then turned and left.

Han Chunming glanced back at the corner of the wall where the scarred man had walked away, and smiled. It seemed that the other party still wanted to watch the show!

Let him be!

Han Chunming smiled, slung his bag over his shoulder, and swaggered toward the residential compound across the street.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the residential compound, Han Chunming strode inside. After taking only a few steps, an old man emerged from a small house nearby and hurriedly called out to Han Chunming.

"This is the Third Factory's residential compound. Outsiders are not allowed in. Which building are you looking for?"

Upon hearing the voice, Han Chunming smiled and turned around to look at the unassuming old man in front of him.

The old man was dressed in a plain blue jacket, black trousers, and cloth shoes—a typical Beijing old man's outfit. He was probably around seventy years old and wearing reading glasses. He was staring at Han Chunming with a suspicious look on his face.

Han Chunming looked around and saw that there was no one within dozens of meters. Everyone should be at home having dinner at this time, and the aroma of food was wafting from the nearby tenement building.

Upon seeing this, Han Chunming's face lit up with joy, and he immediately walked towards the old man with a smile, saying as he went.

"Hello, sir. Have you eaten yet?"

The old man did not answer. He looked at Han Chunming approaching, took a step back slowly, and made a bow shape, clearly already on guard.

Han Chunming was quite surprised to see the old man's actions. This old man was quite something; he had some skills and could see through Han Chunming's ill intentions at a glance. Wait, Han Chunming just wanted to make friends. What ill intentions did he have? To slander someone's reputation? Bah!

Han Chunming pretended not to see the old man's actions, smiled and walked up to him, bowed respectfully and continued speaking.

"Sir, it's like this. I want to buy a bicycle. I've always been a kind person and love doing good deeds. I usually treat kids to snacks and grandmas to soy sauce, so I don't have a penny in my pocket right now. But today I heard that there's a rich old man around here named Master Huang Wu. I'd like to 'borrow' some money from Master Huang to buy a bicycle. Sir, do you know Master Huang Wu?"

Upon hearing Han Chunming's teasing remark, the old man opposite him gradually lost his dazed look from being a gatekeeper, and a special aura suddenly emerged from him. He exuded the demeanor of a master, his body ramrod straight, and his eyes gradually turned cold, like a knife, as he stared at the young man in front of him.

Master Huang never expected that in this capital city, there would be anyone so blind as to dare to set their sights on him. He looked Han Chunming up and down, but the more he looked, the more puzzled he became. This young man seemed completely natural, just like an ordinary young man, carefree, with unsteady steps, and even shaking his leg in front of him. Could it be...!

Is this some kind of dimwitted idiot?

Han Chunming smiled and was completely unprepared. When the old man still didn't reply, an exaggerated expression gradually appeared on his face, and he began to look the old man up and down.

He kept making clicking noises, which sent chills down the spine of Master Huang across from him. This young man might actually have some kind of problem.

Chapter Six: The Young People I Can't Understand

Han Chunming noticed that the old man's gaze towards him was strange, so he quickly stopped shaking his leg, paused, stood up straight, and moved closer to him. Without any regard for the old man's guard, he leaned close to his ear and spoke in a calm yet earnest tone.

"Uncle Huang, I'm not 'borrowing' much, just two thousand yuan. If you give it to me, we can be friends today. If you don't, then I'll take your retirement money too, understand?"

Upon hearing the veiled threat, Master Huang's eyes flashed like lightning, scanning Han Chunming with half-closed eyes, as if assessing whether the young man was truly capable or simply had a problem.

Han Chunming let the old man look him over. He wanted to see if this Master Huang was really as he seemed. Generally, a kingpin should have good eyesight and be able to see through people's hearts. If he couldn't even tell whether he was capable or not, then he was probably just old and blind.

After staring at Han Chunming for several seconds, Master Huang finally sighed, stopped walking, and then cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Han Chunming.

"May I ask your honorable name, young man?"

Han Chunming snorted inwardly. This old guy, he still wants to settle scores later?

However, he didn't care. He straightened his expression, cupped his hands in greeting, and said solemnly.

"A true man never changes his name or surname, and dares to take responsibility for his actions. My surname is Cheng, my given name is Jianjun, and I'm known as Brother Jun or Fifth Master. Will you lend it to me or not? Give me a straight answer! Be quick about it!"

Seeing Han Chunming's serious expression, Master Huang squinted once again and glanced into Han Chunming's eyes. What he saw was a strong sense of righteousness, as if what the young man had just said was absolutely true.

Moreover, this young man seemed to have a bold and trustworthy air about him, which Huang Wuye couldn't understand at all. Could it be that this young man named Cheng Jianjun was really so bold as to not even be afraid of his revenge?

Seeing that this old man was really making a fuss, Han Chunming stepped forward and put his arm around the old man's shoulder. He clearly felt the old man's body tremble for a moment, and then he returned to normal.

With Han Chunming in his arms, Huang Wuye seemed to lower his body by an inch. His attitude was no longer as inscrutable as before, and he returned to the demeanor of a normal old man. He then put on a flattering smile and said to Han Chunming.

“Brother Jianjun, I, Master Huang, am convinced. Since you are in trouble, I will naturally help you. Please wait outside for a moment, and I will go get the money for you right away!”

Seeing that the old man had finally come to his senses, Han Chunming released his shoulder and nodded with a smile.

Seeing the old man go into the house, Han Chunming wisely refrained from following him. It would be troublesome if the old man had set up traps inside and he fell into one.

He figured the old man wouldn't dare go back on his word. Although he disliked this kind of underworld smuggling, he had no intention of acting as a chivalrous knight. Killing one Master Huang would only lead to the emergence of thousands more. Without changing the overall environment, it was useless.

A few minutes later, Uncle Huang came out quietly, carrying something wrapped in newspaper. He looked around and then handed the package to Han Chunming.

"Young man, I've accomplished my mission. Here's two thousand yuan. Consider this a gesture of friendship. I hope you'll know when to stop!"

Han Chunming took the paper package, weighed it in his hand, and without opening it or checking it, nodded, put it in his bag, and then smiled and patted the old man on the shoulder.

"No problem, no problem. Things will change. If you need anything from me in the future, please let me know. It's getting late, so I won't disturb your dinner any longer. Goodbye!"

After saying that, Han Chunming slung his bag over his shoulder and swaggered out.

Han Chunming's polite words lacked any sincerity; he didn't even leave an address. The old man had nowhere to greet him if he wanted to!

Behind him, Master Huang watched Han Chunming walk away with a smile, as if he were seeing off a junior. Only after Han Chunming's figure completely disappeared did Master Huang's smile gradually fade, and a cold and sinister aura, befitting a kingpin, appeared on his face.

He stood with his hands behind his back for a long time, then finally took out a whistle from his pocket, took a few slow steps, and walked towards the few tenement buildings in front of him.

The old man picked up the whistle, put it in his mouth, and started blowing. His whistle was very distinctive, as if he were playing a tune. After only fifteen seconds, he stopped completely, turned around, and left.

Han Chunming, carrying a satchel, slowly retraced his steps. As he passed a wall, he glanced at it, then smiled and ignored it, continuing towards the bus stop.

After Han Chunming left, a young man emerged from behind the wall. This man was none other than Scarface. He looked solemn, with a complex expression on his face, a mixture of disbelief and confusion.

He had just witnessed the entire process of that soldier meeting his godfather, Master Huang.

His godfather, who was ruthless and merciless to his own people, was surprisingly amicable today. He took money out of his room and handed it to Brother Jun. The scene was a bit of a shock to his worldview. The two of them hadn't done anything, so why didn't his godfather put up any resistance?

The experience of his sparring with his godfather back then is still deeply etched in his mind. Before he could even pull his hand out of his pocket, his godfather's razor blade had already cut his belt.

There was even a mark left on his inner thigh. He didn't feel anything at the time, only a chill in his lower body. Then he remembered the horrific scene just now and trembled all over. If the other party really wanted to kill him, his neck would probably have been cut off long ago.

Moreover, he also knew that his godfather had four godsons in those nearby tenement buildings, and those godsons were all ruthless characters. Even he was just the worst of the worst, but his godfather hadn't done anything.

This is so abnormal, so unbelievable!

Even if Scarface racked his brains, he still wouldn't understand, because his skills were still too shallow.

For example, when he met Han Chunming, he saw Han Chunming take them to a secluded place. If it were Master Huang, he would have realized something was wrong and dared not follow. But Scarface was completely unaware of the danger and, with his ruthless and taciturn attitude, directly confronted him.

The result, naturally, was that he said the harshest words and received the worst beating! He deserved it!

Han Chunming didn't care what trouble he might cause. In his eyes, no matter how famous Huang Wuye was in his own circle, he was just a petty thief.

To cut yourself?

Compete against yourself in speed?

Ha ha!

However, Master Huang was quite good at judging people and knew how to make choices. He only had to say a few words for the other party to back down.

That's good, it saves me trouble. Now that I have these two thousand yuan, it will save me a lot of trouble. Moreover, in this day and age, two thousand yuan is undoubtedly a huge sum of money. If I spend it sparingly, it will last me a long time.

Han Chunming rode the bus all the way to his stop, got off immediately, and ran quickly to a repair shop under a banyan tree. Without saying a word, he bought a nearly new 28-inch bicycle from the old repairman for 100 yuan, then rode the bicycle straight towards the courtyard house.

The feeling of riding a bicycle can be summed up in one word: awesome.

It seemed like he was getting more attention. When he arrived at his doorstep, Han Chunming pushed his cart, beaming with joy, and walked towards the courtyard.

As soon as they entered the Intermediate Court, they saw Cheng Jianjun walking out from the backyard, and the two met face to face.

Cheng Jianjun was also taken aback when he saw the bicycle that Han Chunming was pushing. He then went over and looked around, asking with curiosity.

"Chunming, did you buy this?"

Han Chunming nodded, patted the solid black seat, and said with a smile.

"It's alright, isn't it? I bought it for a hundred yuan!"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jianjun immediately asked with a hint of doubt.

"That's strange. You've only been working for one day, right? How can you afford a bicycle? Where did you get the money?"

Han Chunming smiled mysteriously and whispered in Cheng Jianjun's ear.

"secret!"

After saying that, he pushed the cart and walked towards his home with a smile, leaving Cheng Jianjun behind with some doubt.

Cheng Jianjun watched as Han Chunming, who had a smug look on his face, went into the house. He snorted and then turned and walked into his own room.

Han Chunming suddenly got hold of a bicycle, which infuriated Cheng Jianjun. He then remembered his recent visit to Su Meng's house, and his anger subsided somewhat. A sinister smile appeared on his lips as he muttered to himself.

"Han Chunming, Han Chunming, once I get my hands on Su Meng, I'll give you a real surprise!"

Cheng Jianjun just went to Su Meng's house to tell her some great news: her father had secured two job openings at the Children's Palace.

Su Meng becomes a preschool teacher for the children, while he is responsible for teaching piano and repairing things. When Su Meng leads the children to listen to him play piano pieces, he is deeply impressed by his own tall and majestic image amidst the beautiful music. From then on, the two live a life of blissful companionship, while Han Chunming can only suffer in the dead of night.

Cheng Jianjun was so excited by the thought of this scene that he couldn't contain himself!

As soon as Han Chunming got home, his mother, with a stern face, questioned him about the bicycle.

Han's mother knew her youngest son very well, and she knew exactly how much money he had. Bicycles were a luxury item in those days, and the family didn't even have one per person. How could Han's mother not be surprised that her son was suddenly pushing a bicycle home?

Moreover, Han Chunming's mother taught him from a young age to never take a penny from others, fearing that he might do bad things outside, such as stealing cars. In those days, there were quite a few car thieves.

When Han Chunming got home, he remembered this incident. It was really hard to come up with a reason, since even if he bought it for a hundred yuan, that was still a lot of money.

After a split second of thought, Han Chunming came up with an excuse. He quickly and secretly pulled his mother into his bedroom, and mysteriously took out a ceramic jar from the bedside table.

"Mom, last month, didn't I buy a pair of ceramic jars from Xicikou? A few days ago, I met an old man who was buying ceramic jars from the imperial kilns. I took one over today and sold it for 100 yuan, which is just enough to buy a bicycle!"

Upon hearing Han Chunming's words, Han's mother took the ceramic jar from his hand with some surprise and asked in astonishment.

"Isn't this just an ordinary vase? Is it really worth that much?"

Upon hearing his mother's words, Han Chunming immediately became serious and replied.

"Mom, these are called cultural relics. Many wealthy people, even those from abroad, collect these. Many people buy and sell these things clandestinely, just like we buy vegetables on the black market."

"Haven't I been learning these things from Grandpa Guan? I always seem to spend all the pocket money you gave me, buying all these things. This pair of ceramic jars, I bought for five yuan and fifty cents, and one of them sold for a hundred yuan. Don't you think it's worth it?"