Chapter 92

While Shi Guoping was being troubled by Li Sui Feng, Liu Handong had already returned to Iron Slag Street. As soon as he parked his car, he saw a drunk, red-faced man standing by the roadside, urinating into the flower bed. Wasn't that Kan Wanlin?

"Absolutely no urinating in public!" Liu Handong slammed the car door and sternly shouted. He was wearing a police uniform, complete with rank and badge, which naturally commanded respect.

Kan Wanlin was startled, wetting his hand, and hurriedly pulled up his pants. He turned around and smiled broadly, "I thought it was someone else, Brother Dong. You scared the pee out of me. If I get impotence, you'll have to pay for my treatment."

Liu Handong laughed, "Even if you get impotence, don't worry. Let Sister Mei treat you; she'll make sure you're fine."

Kan Wanlin said, "You came just in time, let's have a few drinks." He reached out with his hand, still damp with urine, to put his arm around Liu Handong's shoulder.

Liu Handong quickly dodged, "You guys keep drinking. I'll change my clothes and come over."

Kan Wanlin said, "I understand, the five prohibitions for public security officers." He pointed to the Beef Village, "Come quickly, I'll save you a drink."

"Alright, I'll be there soon." Liu Handong waved and quickly walked to No. 108. The mahjong game downstairs continued, and Bao Yumei, with a cigarette in her mouth, glanced and nodded, which was considered a greeting. He went up to the second floor, where Zhu Xiaoqiang, disheveled and emaciated, with a scruffy beard, came out of the room, holding a tissue. Seeing Liu Handong suddenly appear, he instinctively tried to hide, but it was too late. He could only awkwardly smile, "Brother Dong, I... I'm short on cash. I need to borrow the four hundred yuan from you for a bit longer."

"It's fine, no rush." Liu Handong patted Zhu Xiaoqiang sympathetically and continued upstairs. Xiao Li wasn't there; it was now two in the afternoon, so she was probably at work at the hair salon.

The door to his room on the fourth floor was locked. He opened the padlock, and inside, everything was brand new. A skylight had been added to the north-facing roof, making the room well-ventilated and bright. The walls had been repainted, and the bed was covered with a clean blue floral sheet, giving it a homely feel.

For these past three months, he hadn't lived here and hadn't paid rent, but the landlady had still kept the room for him. It seemed that behind her crude and mercenary facade, she had a kind and gentle heart. At this moment, Liu Handong felt a bit touched.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, heading straight for the fourth floor. Liu Handong turned around and saw Hu Ying coming towards him. She was wearing a light green long-sleeved T-shirt, hot pants, and sneakers, revealing a pair of dazzlingly white legs. She was full of youthful energy. Without a word, she pounced, wrapping her arms around Liu Handong's neck and her legs around his waist.

Liu Handong swallowed hard, not knowing where to put his hands. In front of him was a tumultuous sea of waves, and below was a smooth, white expanse. No matter where he put his hands, it felt inappropriate. The most awkward thing was that after months of intense training, he couldn't hold back, and he felt a reaction below.

"Brother Dong, you're hard," Hu Ying said with a playful smile, seemingly sensing something.

"My fists are hard. If you don't get down, I'll hit you," Liu Handong said, feigning anger.

"Hehe, hit me, and if I get hurt, I'll stick to you," Hu Ying said, tightening her legs around him even more.

Liu Handong thought that if this continued, he would make a mistake. Even a party cadre made of special material couldn't resist such a test. He pinched Hu Ying's slim waist and tickled her. She was ticklish and laughed uncontrollably, loosening her grip. Liu Handong took the opportunity to lift her and throw her onto the bed.

With a loud thud, the bed shook, and Hu Ying frowned, as if she had been hurt.

"What's wrong?" Liu Handong stepped forward.

Hu Ying suddenly smiled, wrapped her legs around Liu Handong again, and clung to him like an octopus. Liu Handong leaned down, and their eyes met, creating a very awkward and intimate atmosphere.

"Feeling pent up, huh? Want me to help you?" Hu Ying said, her breath like a gentle breeze, deliberately exposing half of her shoulder.

"How can you help?" Liu Handong asked subconsciously, realizing it was inappropriate as soon as the words left his mouth.

"How do you want me to help?" Hu Ying smiled slyly, making Liu Handong realize he was falling into a trap.

Liu Handong took off his blue police shirt, revealing a well-built physique.

Hu Ying closed her eyes, pouted, and looked inviting.

After a long while, there was no movement. She opened her eyes and saw Liu Handong taking a plaid shirt from the wardrobe, putting it on, and rushing out of the room.

Hu Ying chased after him and couldn't help but smile at the sight of Liu Handong fleeing.

Liu Handong hurriedly went downstairs, unable to avoid the situation. On the second floor, he suddenly saw Zhu Xiaoqiang standing at the door, hesitantly saying, "Brother Dong, can I talk to you about something?"

"Let's go downstairs and talk," Liu Handong said, fearing Hu Ying would follow. He pulled Zhu Xiaoqiang downstairs and out of the yard, lit a cigarette, and calmed down, secretly glad he had self-control. Hu Ying was different from others; she was a temptation close at hand, and he couldn't afford to indulge, as it would cause big trouble.

"Brother Dong, I haven't eaten for three days," Zhu Xiaoqiang said pitifully.

That was an exaggeration, but Zhu Xiaoqiang was indeed in a bad situation, probably not making money from his online novels.

"Let's go eat," Liu Handong said, heading to the Beef Village to drink. Inside, Shan Pao and Kan Wanlin, along with a group of black car drivers, were already drinking. The floor was littered with empty beer bottles and beef bones. Seeing Liu Handong enter, Shan Pao quickly called the waiter to cut another plate of beef and stir-fry some offal, and bring a case of beer.

"This is my friend, Zhu Xiaoqiang, a writer," Liu Handong patted Zhu Xiaoqiang's shoulder and introduced him. Everyone, seeing the writer's disheveled appearance, couldn't help but respect him, thinking writers were indeed willing to endure poverty.

A case of beer was brought in, and all the bottle caps were opened. Each person had a bottle in front of them. Shan Pao said, "Let's drink a bottle first before talking."

Everyone drank, and Zhu Xiaoqiang followed suit, taking two deep breaths to finish his bottle. His stomach was empty, and he couldn't handle the beer, so he vomited, spewing out stomach acid.

Liu Handong patted his back, "Writer, take it easy, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Zhu Xiaoqiang, a man of pride, wiped the vomit from his mouth and said nonchalantly, "I used to drink a lot at school. I just didn't perform well today. Let's go again!"

Liu Handong said, "The writer hasn't eaten for three days, so he drank a bit too much."

Everyone understood, and Shan Pao had the waiter bring a bowl of beef soup with extra beef and a half piece of bread, telling Zhu Xiaoqiang to eat first. Seeing the food, Zhu Xiaoqiang's saliva glands went into overdrive, and he wolfed it down. The others continued to drink and chat, enjoying themselves.

After finishing a large bowl of beef soup, Zhu Xiaoqiang felt better and was full of energy. He took the initiative to pick up a bottle and toast everyone. Kan Wanlin asked, "Writer, what do you write?"

"The book is called 'The Supreme Special Forces Soldier.' It's about a special forces soldier named Ye Feng who returns as a king, unifies the underworld, builds a business empire, recaptures the Diaoyu Islands, and destroys Japan and America..." Zhu Xiaoqiang enthusiastically explained, but the others were getting impatient. Shan Pao raised his bottle, "Dong, let's drink!"

Only Kan Wanlin listened with interest, and Zhu Xiaoqiang continued, "In the end, Ye Feng holds a collective wedding with many beauties on the Diaoyu Islands, and the book ends."

"What a load of crap," Kan Wanlin said, blinking.

Zhu Xiaoqiang felt hurt but was patient. He silently cursed, "A bunch of uncultured hillbillies. Do you know what a C-shaped encirclement is? Do you know where the second island chain is? Do you know what a fourth-generation fighter is? Do you know where the nine-dash line is?"

All his frustration was poured into the drink, which he finished in one gulp. He wiped his mouth and thought, "When I sign the contract and make big money, I'll..." but couldn't think of what he would do, so he continued to drink alone.

After drinking, Shan Pao wanted to go for a massage, and Kan Wanlin strongly agreed, staggering to his feet and pressing Zhu Xiaoqiang's shoulder, "Writer, let's go for some inspiration."

Zhu Xiaoqiang burped, "What, what kind of inspiration?"

Kan Wanlin picked his teeth and looked at him disdainfully, "Tsk, you're a writer and don't know what inspiration is? It means going to the grassroots to experience life and gather material, got it?"

"I'll pass, I have some things to do, I'm quite busy," Zhu Xiaoqiang often passed by the hair salon but never had the courage to go in. He hesitated and politely declined, but his eyes betrayed his desire.

"Cut it out, what could you possibly have to do? I know you writers, all you do is go on the internet and jerk off. Come on, let's go for some inspiration, let's live it up," Kan Wanlin put his arm around Zhu Xiaoqiang's shoulder and led him out. Zhu Xiaoqiang half-heartedly followed.

Inside the hair salon, Xiao Li and Xiao Ya were sitting, smoking. Both were wearing revealing short skirts, showing off their white legs, and occasionally waving to passing men, "Come on, come play." When they saw a man run away in terror, they laughed heartily.

A group of drunk men came in, and Xiao Li immediately stood up, adjusted her skirt, and extinguished her cigarette, "Brother Shan Pao, Brother Wanlin, oh, and Brother Dong, it's been a while since I've seen you."

The group entered the shop, and Xiao Ya closed the door, inviting the guests to sit down. Mei Jie, the madam, came out, and upon seeing Liu Handong, she beamed, "Brother Dong, what a rare guest. Xiao Ni talks about you every day, I'm sick of hearing it."

Liu Handong said, "I've been busy and haven't had time to come see her."

Mei Jie turned and shouted, "Xiao Ni, your brother is here."

Xiao Ni came out, still as pure as a white lotus, and Zhu Xiaoqiang's eyes widened.

"Take your brother in and have a good chat," Mei Jie said with a mischievous smile, pushing Xiao Ni and Liu Handong into a room and closing the door. She then clapped her hands, and two new girls, in their early twenties, with decent figures and appearances, but a bit of a rural smell, came in.

"Let the writer choose first," Kan Wanlin said.

Zhu Xiaoqiang hesitated, looking at one and then the other, thinking about Xiao Ni but not wanting to say it.

"The little brother is having a hard time choosing. I'll take care of you myself," Mei Jie said with a grin, pulling Zhu Xiaoqiang into the room.

"Tsk, Mei Jie still wants to taste a virgin," Kan Wanlin said, shaking his head.