Old Deng is reborn in the 1980s, and he starts by severing his father-son relationship!

Chapter 105 Becoming a Laughingstock! Warning: Robbery and double-crossing!

Chen Deshun ignored Liu Jun's maniacal laughter and focused his gaze on the newspaper.

A striking headline catches the eye: Horrifying! Bus loses control in public, passengers flee in panic!

(Public order must be observed by everyone; taking public transportation in a civilized manner is not a trivial matter.)

The article, written in a semi-joking tone, vividly describes a strange incident that occurred on the bus the day before yesterday afternoon.

According to this newspaper, a rare farce occurred yesterday afternoon while a bus was in operation in this city.

During a ride, a young passenger suddenly lost control of his body for unknown reasons, and soiled his seat, leaving filth all over the floor with a pungent and unpleasant odor.

The passengers inside the vehicle were quite frightened and tried to get out of the way, resulting in a chaotic scene.

Seeing this, the driver had no choice but to pull over and stop the bus. The passengers rushed off as if fleeing a disaster, and many vomited on the spot.

When reporters arrived at the scene, the carriage was in a mess, and the air was filled with a pungent odor, making the driver and passengers miserable.

It is understood that the young man experienced exhaustion afterward and was taken to the hospital by ambulance for treatment.

As an important public transportation tool for citizens, buses carry countless people on their daily journeys.

Such an incident not only seriously affects public health, but also causes great inconvenience to other passengers.

This newspaper hereby appeals to everyone: When traveling by public transport, please be considerate of others, consciously maintain the public environment, and prevent such farces from happening again.

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The article also included a photo.

This photo is very clever; it doesn't show faces or show close-ups of filth, yet it perfectly captures the atmosphere of the scene.

Chen Deshun chuckled. Although the report did not name names, anyone with a discerning eye could tell who it was about.

Liu Rui's family has now become famous in the capital.

An old man who had come over to watch the commotion spat out his water after taking a sip, choking and turning red in the face. He pointed at the newspaper and laughed so hard he could barely breathe.

"My God! Is this real? This is so... so disgusting!"

A coworker standing nearby covered his mouth and laughed, "Yesterday, when my wife was out and about, the passengers on her bus were in a terrible state. Many of them threw up on the spot, and there was vomit everywhere on the street."

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's a good thing this person's name wasn't published in the newspapers, otherwise I would have to pay him a visit and see who he is."

Liu Junfa clicked his tongue and sighed, then looked at Chen Deshun, who was flipping through a book. Seeing his master's calm expression, he couldn't help but ask suspiciously, "Master, why aren't you surprised at all? Don't you think this is strange? In broad daylight, someone actually did this."

Chen Deshun casually tossed the newspaper aside, shrugged, and said nonchalantly, "The world is full of wonders, what's there to be shocked about?"

Although I said it very casually, I felt extremely comfortable.

It can only be said that God has eyes, and that the Liu family has reaped what they sowed. Now look what happened, they've lost face in the entire capital.

The morning flew by, and soon it was lunchtime.

This is the busiest time of day in the factory canteen. Steam rises from the steamers, the aroma of food fills the canteen, and the clinking of lunchboxes and the laughter of coworkers blend together, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Chen Deshun followed the crowd to get his food. Four ounces of steamed buns, a serving of cabbage and vermicelli, and a spoonful of scrambled eggs with tomatoes were all packed into an aluminum lunchbox.

Taking a bite of the steamed bun, he suddenly remembered the intense argument that had recently taken place at Wang Xiuying's house.

Thinking of the tragedy that befell his family in his previous life, Chen Deshun felt he had to give them a warning.

He wandered around the cafeteria with his lunchbox in his hand, and finally found Wu Guoqing in a spot further inside.

Wu Guoqing was sitting with several coworkers, eating and chatting. He had a forced smile on his face, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

National Day.

Chen Deshun called out and waved to Wu Guoqing.

Wu Guoqing turned his head and saw Chen Deshun calling him. He quickly greeted his coworkers and went over with his lunchbox.

"Brother Chen, you were looking for me?"

"It's nothing, let's chat," Chen Deshun said casually.

Wu Guoqing was not good at saying no, and since the two families had a good relationship, he nodded and looked around for an empty seat.

The cafeteria is crowded and noisy; it's not a good place to talk.

Chen Deshun pointed outside: "It's too noisy here, let's eat over at the bike shed."

Wu Guoqing didn't think much of it, responded, and followed behind him.

The two chatted casually about trivial matters at the factory as they walked.

There are also important methods and approaches to giving reminders.

He couldn't just say that he was reborn. Even if he did, Wu Guoqing might not believe him and would think he was crazy. He could only proceed step by step and guide him slowly.

"How's your eldest son doing lately? Is work going well?" Chen Deshun asked casually as he ate a mouthful of rice.

When his son was mentioned, Wu Guoqing looked worried and sighed heavily: "Don't mention it, it makes me angry."

He picked up a piece of food and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly: "A perfectly good temporary worker, and he just quit like that, saying there's no future in the factory and he can't make big money. Because of this, he had a huge fight with me and my mother, and he was throwing and smashing things at home. He's gotten too big for his britches and can't be controlled anymore!"

Chen Deshun then feigned surprise and asked, "What's going on? Is your eldest son's job alright? It's not tiring, and if you keep at it, there's a chance he'll get a permanent position."

"Who knows what they were thinking—" Wu Guoqing sighed, his food no longer tasted good.

Chen Deshun observed this and slowly steered the conversation toward the main topic: "Young people these days are all ambitious, always thinking they can reach the top in one step, but they end up being stuck in the middle. Don't worry too much, young people are like that, it's good that they dare to dream and act, as long as they don't go astray."

He paused, then continued, "By the way, have you heard recently that a lot of people have quit their jobs and gone to the south to trade things, making a fortune?"

These words struck a nerve with Wu Guoqing, who frowned but did not explain why.

The eldest son's insistence on going to the south to engage in smuggling was not a respectable matter to begin with, and the legal risks were too much to tell outsiders. So, Chen Deshun just took it as casual conversation and casually replied, "The south? I've heard a bit about it. I heard the profits are very high."

Hearing Wu Guoqing's words, Chen Deshun understood. It matched his past life. He put down his lunchbox and said seriously, "High profits come with even higher risks. It's strictly forbidden from above, and the risks on the road are far greater than you think."

Wu Guoqing was taken aback: "Risk? Will we get caught?"

"Under investigation?"

Chen Deshun chuckled and said in a low voice, "Being investigated is a minor matter; at most, the goods will be confiscated and a fine will be imposed. What I'm talking about is double-crossing, that's truly deadly."

"A double-cross?"

Wu Guoqing's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly asked, "How is it blackened? It could even cause a death?"

The eldest son kept nagging and making a fuss about going to the south with his so-called friends to buy goods, which turned out to be smuggling.

The son only talked about the profits, without mentioning the risks at all.

"Why not?"

Chen Deshun pondered for a moment and said, "I heard from a former comrade that someone contacted a cargo owner, took the money and went to the south to pick up the goods. But it turned out that the cargo owner was a local thug in disguise. Once the money was handed over, the thug turned his back on him and refused to give him the goods. What could you do? It's their territory, so they call the shots. Not only would you lose the goods, but you might also be surrounded and extorted again."

Wu Guoqing's forehead began to sweat.

Chen Deshun didn't stop and continued, "That's still considered good, at least the person is alright. The real fear is encountering highway robbers on the way while transporting goods. Those people are all desperate criminals. Stealing your goods and money is a small matter; if they beat you up or maim you and just throw you on the side of the road, you'll be left with no one to call for help, and you won't even know how you died."

After hearing this, Wu Guoqing couldn't swallow the mouthful of rice he had just put in his mouth. It got stuck in his throat, and he coughed violently. His face turned red, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

He dared not think about what he and his wife would do if their son encountered such a thing.

Seeing his expression, Chen Deshun knew that his words had worked, so he stopped talking and started chatting about the factory's attendance and benefits, without touching on any sensitive topics related to the South.

Although he couldn't bear to see the family repeat the same mistakes, as an outsider, he could only try his best to remind them. Whether Wu Guoqing's family listened or not was beyond his control.

After finishing their meal, the two returned to their respective work stations.

Chen Deshun put the matter aside for the time being and devoted himself to his work.

The busy afternoon passed in the blink of an eye, and the workday bell rang.

"It's time to go to the front gate and find Yan Xiaoliu."

Today is the third day that Yan Xiaoliu has been helping to monitor Huang Hansheng. I wonder how things are going.

Just in case, he didn't tell Yan Xiaoliu his address, or even his name or identity.

Therefore, he had no choice but to go to Yan Xiaoliu, but Yan Xiaoliu couldn't find him.

This is also the result Chen Deshun wanted, to firmly grasp the initiative in his own hands.

I walked quickly to the bike shed, took out my bicycle, got on, and headed towards Qianmen Street.

Since there was no agreed time or place for meeting with Yan Xiaoliu, Chen Deshun could only find him by trial and error.

He planned to first go to Qianmen Street and if he couldn't find him, he would wait for him at the entrance of the alley near Huang Hansheng's house that night.

If Yan Xiaoliu can't be seen at the Huang family's door at night, then we can only accept our fate.

This shows that those items in Huang Hansheng's house were not his.

Having lived two lifetimes, I've come to take many things lightly. What's meant to be will be, and what's not meant to be, you can't force.

It's impossible to risk your life for those things.

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