All the heavens begin with the love in the courtyard.

"Where's Scarface?"

The henchman thought for a moment and replied.

"I haven't seen Master Liu all day, which is a bit strange. He didn't come to assign tasks today."

Han Chunming thought for a moment, then nodded and said.

"Alright, I'm off. Remember, don't go out this month. Stay home and rest for a month. That's all, bye!"

After saying that, Han Chunming had no intention of getting to know this small fry any longer. He turned around, got on his bicycle, and headed home.

Scarface's disappearance today reminded Han Chunming of yesterday's events. If nothing unexpected happened, he should have been arrested by that old man Huang.

Old Huang's eyes were indeed quite discerning, and it wasn't hard to guess that he had someone leading the way. Generally, for a patriarch of his caliber, very few people would know about his own lair.

Scarface knew this, and naturally, he could make that connection.

With Old Huang's eyesight, Scarface probably wouldn't be able to utter a single lie.

However, Han Chunming didn't take it seriously. They were looking for Cheng Jianjun, so what did it have to do with Han Chunming?

Besides, even if they really find me, those petty thieves are nothing but dirt chickens and dogs in my eyes. If they really piss me off, I'll slaughter them one by one and feed them to the dogs!

Having experienced so much of the world, Han Chunming still has this much magnanimity. When making friends, he doesn't care about the other person's status or whether they have real skills. As long as they suit his taste, he can become one of them.

For those with whom he had conflicts, or even deep-seated hatred, as long as they didn't cross his bottom line, he never thought of eliminating them completely. It would be so much better if everyone could chat peacefully and play cards together, rather than resorting to violence.

However, if someone is a bit tactless, he doesn't mind helping them digest their food and getting some exercise.

Han Chunming hummed a little tune, staring in the direction of his home. Riding his bicycle, he looked at the scenery of the 1970s and recalled the changes in the landscape over the past century. He felt as if he were traveling through the river of time.

Han Chunming was in a relaxed mood, but Scarface, who was acting as a guide, was currently suffering physical torment.

In a basement, Scarface was tied to a chair, his hands pinned to a stone slab. He was covered in blood and sweat, his hair soaked through. He was delirious, his hands already a bloody mess, but seeing the middle-aged man's actions, he couldn't help but let out a howl, begging for mercy in a hoarse voice.

"Third brother, third brother, please let me go! I'm telling the truth, I'm telling the truth!"

The middle-aged man, with a cold face, paid no attention to the scarred man's pleas for mercy. He stepped on the scarred man's hand, and a dagger in his hand flashed coldly as he slashed down at the scarred man's thumb!

With a scream, beads of sweat dripped down the scarred man's forehead like rain, but that wasn't the end of it. The middle-aged man aimed his middle finger at him again.

Han Chunming had no idea about the torment Scarface was suffering. If he had known, he might have bought him some medicine to treat him both internally and externally to ensure he wouldn't have any long-term effects. In their line of work, wasn't this just a matter of time?

However, Han Chunming underestimated Huang Wuye's power. The next morning, as Han Chunming rode his bicycle past a bus stop, he vaguely sensed that someone was watching him.

He glanced casually at the crowd and spotted a familiar face—it was one of the henchmen under the scarred man from that day, accompanied by several other people.

One of the middle-aged men had a different look in his eyes than the others. His eyes were somewhat like those of Master Huang, like a scanner. Han Chunming noticed the middle-aged man's gaze at first glance, then smiled and didn't take it seriously. He stared at the car and drove towards the factory.

Han Chunming didn't care that two bicycles had quietly followed him. With so many people going to work early in the morning, it was normal for someone to follow him.

But Han Chunming was a man who knew he was being targeted by Master Huang's men. However, he found it quite interesting; life was colorful and fascinating.

He was still thinking about Su Meng looking for him last night. That little girl Su Meng was now clinging to him. When he got back last night, Su Meng was already waiting for him at the entrance of the alley across the street.

Su Meng excitedly said that she had now confirmed her job at the Children's Palace, and that the two of them could go to work together in the future. Every morning, they could also stroll around Tiananmen Square together.

Su Meng was in high spirits. If Han Chunming hadn't dodged slightly, she would have grabbed his hand. Han Chunming gave her a few perfunctory replies and then ran away.

However, Han Chunming did not expect that this girl was quite persistent. This morning, while he was still eating breakfast, she was already waiting at his door, which left Han Chunming speechless.

After they left, they chased each other, and Han Chunming finally managed to shake off Su Meng, a situation that still gives him a headache.

He planned to find time on Sunday to have a proper talk with Su Meng, to tell her that he really didn't have any romantic feelings for her, but only pure revolutionary friendship. If that didn't work, he would say that he had never had a younger sister since he was a child, and that he felt very close to her, so he wanted to recognize her as his younger sister. He wondered if Su Meng would give up.

Han Chunming sighed all the way, wondering why he was so popular with women.

I just can't understand it!

Upon arriving at the factory gate, Han Chunming got out of the car and looked behind him. Sure enough, he saw two cyclists at the intersection looking this way. Han Chunming was annoyed and turned to walk towards the factory.

He was already secretly planning in his mind that he would have to go to Balizhuang after get off work today. This disgusting thing had to be dealt with once and for all.

I'll have a good talk with Old Man Huang then and give him one last chance. I clearly wanted to keep a low profile, so why is he being so disrespectful?

Han Chunming put his mind at ease and stopped thinking about it, then turned around and went into the factory.

With Han Chunming's instructions, Taozi indeed changed his ways and became a new person. As soon as he arrived at the workshop, he saw Taozi cleaning up, while Cai Xiaoli was wiping the shelves with a rag. The two of them seemed to be doing something.

Especially Taozi, his actions looked so fake. He was holding a broom and pretending to sweep, showing off in front of Cai Xiaoli.

Han Chunming shook his head with a smile, but when pursuing girls, men often put on an act, which is understandable.

When Cai Xiaoli saw Han Chunming come in, she quickly greeted him with a smile. Han Chunming replied and then stopped talking and went to do his work.

Han Chunming's deliberate distancing caused Cai Xiaoli's smile to gradually fade. Taozi, who had been observing Cai Xiaoli's expression, quickly stepped forward and spoke up.

"Xiaoli, go wash the rag for me, you can take a rest!"

Cai Xiaoli was still immersed in Han Chunming's attitude just now and did not notice Taozi's words. She naturally handed the rag to him.

Taozi took the rag, turned around, and walked outside with the broom and rag. After walking a long way, Cai Xiaoli came to her senses and realized that it was only her second day at work, and she should be more proactive.

Seeing that Taozi's figure had already walked away, Cai Xiaoli stopped. At that moment, she felt a warmth in her heart, smiled, shook her head, and stopped thinking about it, starting to get busy.

Another day passed, and Taozi's performance was still outstanding. Han Chunming's deliberate indifference and Taozi's enthusiasm formed a stark contrast, and Taozi's progress deepened his impression score.

After getting off work, Han Chunming rode his bicycle towards Balizhuang. He hadn't gone far when he noticed someone following him. He snorted and didn't bother to avoid them, letting them follow him.

Han Chunming pedaled very fast, but the journey was about 30 kilometers and took more than an hour. The novelty of cycling had only lasted for two or three days before Han Chunming started to feel uncomfortable.

I still feel that riding a motorcycle is more powerful, but in the 1970s, motorcycles were a rare commodity and really hard to come by.

After finally getting to Balizhuang, Han Chunming headed straight for the bungalows in the family compound, but as soon as he reached the door, an old man called out to him.

"Who are you looking for? You can't just wander in here!"

Han Chunming was taken aback. He glanced at the old man and, seeing that it wasn't Master Huang, asked him with some surprise.

"Grandpa, where's that old man who used to guard the gate a few days ago? Why has he been replaced?"

The old man was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, and then said...

"Are you looking for Old Qi? He's sick and asked me to look after him for a month. Young man, what's your relationship with Old Qi? I've never seen you before."

Han Chunming snorted inwardly, "This old guy runs pretty fast!"

Since they've run away, we'll have to find another way. There are two tails following me, so I can use that trail to find them back.

Thinking of this, Han Chunming didn't linger and replied immediately.

"Never mind if he's not home, I'm heading back now. Old Qi owes me two yuan for drinks last month, he said he'd pay me back today. Grandpa, if Old Qi comes back, please tell him to get the money ready so he doesn't have to keep running around!"

After Han Chunming finished speaking, he turned around, rode off on his bicycle, leaving the somewhat puzzled old man to think to himself, "Isn't that old man Qi someone who doesn't drink? How come he owes this young man money for drinks?"

Han Chunming had been cycling for over an hour and was now parched. He was even more annoyed when he found nothing. Without looking back, he turned and rode off towards a corner.

When I got to the wall, I stopped my bicycle and waited quietly. Sure enough, a dozen seconds later, two bicycles appeared one after the other from the corner of the wall.

Han Chunming grabbed the car body with one hand and a person's clothes with the other, and dragged the person down with his bare hands.

The other person behind him witnessed this and was so frightened that he tried to turn around immediately. Han Chunming kicked a small stone on the ground, and the stone flew up and hit the other person directly in the face. There was a cry of pain, and the person stumbled and rolled down against the wall.

Upon seeing this, the two were so frightened that they immediately prepared to shout.

Han Chunming was still angry and didn't bother with any more words. He slapped each of them until they were dizzy and disoriented, then grabbed one of them by the collar and yelled.

"Stop talking nonsense, take me to Master Huang Wu, and I'll take care of both of you!"

Upon hearing this, the two realized they had been exposed, but they still tried to argue, shouting in unison.

"Great hero, we don't know Master Huang! Please let us go, we're just passing by!"

Han Chunming didn't want to waste any more words. He raised his hand and slapped one of the people. This slap was exactly the same as the one he had given to Scarface. The other person's eyes rolled back, and he lost his balance, stumbling and falling to his knees. He then collapsed and convulsed uncontrollably. Another person witnessed this and was so frightened that he immediately shut his mouth.

"If you can take action, don't talk nonsense." In less than two minutes, the remaining man said he was willing to lead the way. However, he was with Third Master, who was Fifth Master Huang's godson. Third Master had instructed them to keep watch, and they didn't know where Fifth Master Huang was.

They didn't even know what Master Huang looked like, they only knew that Master Huang was very famous.

Han Chunming didn't want to make things difficult for the henchman, so he nodded, bent down to check on the convulsing henchman on the ground, gently pressed his neck to help him recover, and then left him alone. He had one of them lead the way, and the two of them rode off towards their destination, one in front of the other.

Han Chunming had already made up his mind. He was very upset today and had to resolve the matter. Was this going to go on forever?

At this moment, in the courtyard, Cheng Jianjun was holding a small incense burner wrapped in a newspaper, standing at the door waiting for Han Chunming to get off work.

He approached Han Chunming intending to sell his incense burner to him and use the money to buy a used bicycle. This morning, he saw Su Meng pushing her bicycle while waiting for Han Chunming to go to work, which made him furious. He was determined to get a bicycle himself so that he and Su Meng could commute to get off work together every day!

Han Chunming had his eye on the incense burner in his house after only a few months. Cheng Jianjun thought about it and decided to just sell it to him. He would then use Han Chunming's money to buy a bicycle, and then woo Su Meng, showing that bastard Han Chunming what it meant to be the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

Cheng Jianjun stood at the door and waited for a long time, but Han Chunming did not return. Even after Han Chunming's second brother finished dinner and was pushing his bicycle to return to the factory, Han Chunming was still nowhere to be seen. This made him a little depressed, so he quickly went up to him, grabbed him, and asked with a smile.

"Second Brother, why didn't Chunming come home today?"

Han Erge pushed his bicycle with one hand and held a loaf of bread in the other. It was the bread that Han Chunming had brought back yesterday. He opened the bread and ate it with relish as he spoke.

"I don't know. Xiao Wu is often like this. Maybe he went to play with his friends. Jianjun, Chunming brought back some bread from the factory. It has dried fruit filling and is a new variety. It's not available outside yet. Do you want some?"

Han Erge was happily showing off the benefits his younger brother received working at the food factory, but he had no idea that Cheng Jianjun had already noticed his words.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jianjun's attention was immediately drawn to the bread. His mind raced. Han Chunming had only been working there for two or three days, and he dared to steal bread from the factory to take home?

At that moment, a thought popped into Cheng Jianjun's mind.

"Han Chunming, Han Chunming! This is a very good handle!"

Han Chunming never expected that Cheng Jianjun, that old schemer, was plotting against him all along. He had no choice but to come back so late today. After arriving at the place of Huang Wuye's godson, he had a heart-to-heart talk with him for half an hour before they went to Huang Wuye's new residence together in a harmonious atmosphere.

Han Chunming had made up his mind that this matter had to be handled efficiently today!

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Chapter Eight: Shocking Master Huang

"Fifth Master, it's nice to see you again!"

Han Chunming stepped forward with a smile and greeted Old Man Huang warmly.

But Old Huang was clearly unhappy. He had a sullen face, like a square winter melon, and sat motionless in his chair.

Han Chunming looked around at the surroundings. It was a courtyard house, but a small, independent one, with four rooms and two households living there.

However, this was clearly another hideout of Master Huang. Both households were Master Huang's own people. From the moment Han Chunming entered the courtyard, there were at least ten pairs of eyes watching him.

Han Chunming casually found a chair and sat down, then started shouting.

"We have guests! Why isn't there any tea? I've been running around for almost three hours and haven't had a drop of water. Hurry up and bring us tea, I'm dying of thirst!"