Seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune, I became a legend in the entertainment industry by avo

Zhang Qilin was knocked back and staggered two or three steps before regaining his balance.

The person who collided with him was thrown back by the reaction force and crashed heavily to the ground.

Just as Zhang Qilin was about to check on the other person, he felt a chill on the back of his hand, which was in his pocket.

He looked down and saw a tear in his pocket.

Zhang Qilin frowned. He was dressed as casually as possible, so why was he being targeted?

Just then, a loud shout came from the other side:

"Are you fucking blind? Why are you running into someone?"

It instantly attracted the attention of many pedestrians and shopkeepers.

Zhang Qilin looked up at the person opposite him.

A thin man sat on the ground, cursing as he exaggeratedly rubbed his arms and back.

This is a classic case of the thief crying "stop thief!"

Zhang Qilin began to speak:

"You bumped into me and tore my clothes. How do you expect me to compensate you?"

The thin man was taken aback. It seemed the other person had said his words.

But he reacted quickly and immediately retorted:

"What? You hit me and now you want me to pay you? Everyone, be the judge! Isn't this bullying an honest person?"

Most of the migrant workers around remained silent, their faces expressionless.

Some of the people standing in front of the real estate agencies by the roadside curled their lips in a half-smile...

Similar things are not uncommon in this area, and everyone has long been used to it.

Zhang Qilin glanced around at the people around him; they were all watching the show, but no one stepped forward to stop them.

Not wanting to waste time, he took out his phone and said to the man:

"Then we'll call the police. Even though my clothes are torn and ripped, I still need to pay for them."

When the thin man saw that Zhang Qilin was serious, he immediately jumped up:

"Fine, you wait..."

The man didn't even have time to brush the dust off his clothes before turning around and plunging into the crowd beside him.

Seeing that there was no excitement to be had, the crowd dispersed.

Zhang Qilin put away his phone and continued wandering the streets.

After walking for a while, when he saw that no one was paying attention to him, he turned into an alley.

He wandered through the alleyways, stopping in a corner where no one noticed him, and leaned against the wall to rest.

Soon, footsteps sounded behind them.

Zhang Qilin turned his head and saw Sun Yu walking over carrying a plastic bag.

He handed it over to Zhang Qilin as soon as he saw him:

"Brother Lin, is it to your liking?"

Zhang Qilin took the plastic bag, opened the boxed lunch inside, and started eating.

Sun Yu then handed Zhang Qilin 80 yuan:

"I asked around, and the cheapest single room here is around 35."

Zhang Qilin accepted the money:

"I'll find a place to rest myself tonight, so you don't need to follow me. Go back and get some rest."

"OK."

After finishing his meal, Zhang Qilin threw the lunchbox into the trash can and continued wandering around.

As soon as I entered another alley, five or six people lined up in a row and blocked my way.

Zhang Qilin subtly moved backward:

"I wonder what brings you here?"

A thin figure emerged from behind the burly man at the head of the group, pointed at Zhang Qilin, and shouted:

"Brother, it's him. He hit someone and refused to pay compensation, and he's even trying to rip me off."

It's that guy who staged the accident.

Zhang Qilin understood that he couldn't extort money from them, so he had to resort to robbery.

He tucked his hands into his sleeves:

"I told you to call the police, but you refused."

The burly man at the head of the group said in a rough voice:

"Stop talking nonsense. My brother suffered a loss, so you have to compensate him. I'll give you two choices: either pay me two thousand yuan, or come work for me at the brick factory for a month."

Zhang Qilin understood; they were trying to force him to work at the brick factory because he was in good health.

Without saying another word, he pulled out a baton from his sleeve.

Seeing Zhang Qilin pull out his baton, the burly man sneered:

"Heh heh~ You've got some nerve, thinking you can take down all of us with just a broken stick?"

Zhang Qilin gripped his baton tightly, his gaze turning icy as he looked at the burly man:

"I have never intended to settle scores with everyone. From childhood to adulthood, I have only believed in one principle in fighting: whoever leads the fight, I will beat them up. As long as I cripple the leader, his brothers will naturally rob him of his money, take his wife, and beat his children."

Zhang Qilin's words made the burly man's face twitch violently.

He knew all too well that no one in this world was loyal or righteous.

The burly man quietly took a step back, but his words remained defiant:

"Kid, do you think I'm easily scared? I'll show you..."

He was about to wave his younger brother forward when he saw Zhang Qilin turn and run away.

The burly man immediately realized he had been tricked and became furious.

"Kill him!"

Zhang Qilin sped through the alley, the shouts and footsteps following closely behind.

After a few sharp turns, a cacophony of voices, traffic noise, and shop music rushed towards me.

Zhang Qilin quickly blended into the crowd.

A few seconds later, the burly man led his men out of the alley.

Where could that damned brat be found amidst the surging crowd?

The burly man cursed a few times angrily and then retreated.

Zhang Qilin mingled in the crowd, his steps never faltering, until he turned into a less crowded alley. Only then did he slow down, looking back as he walked.

Only after he was sure he had shaken off his pursuers did he casually find a doorway to sit down and rest.

Before long, a large porcelain bowl appeared in front of me, filled with porridge.

A cold voice rang out:

"Eat quickly, and leave as soon as you're done. Don't delay my business."

Zhang Qilin looked up and saw a burly man standing in front of him wearing an apron of indeterminate color.

He was about to explain when the other person shoved the bowl into his arms and turned back into the shop.

Just as Zhang Qilin was about to get up and return it, he caught a glimpse of someone squatting against the wall on his right.

The person was huddled in the corner, wearing tattered clothes whose original color was indistinguishable.

Her hair was like a clump of withered grass, tangled into strands, almost covering most of her face.

He was also holding the same rough porcelain bowl in his hands, and was sipping his drink slowly from the rim of the bowl.

He drank slowly and attentively.

With each swallow, a satisfied gurgling sound escaped his throat.

He drank like that, grinning from ear to ear.

The smile on that person's face was not always the same; sometimes it was purely from the satisfaction of having eaten, with the corners of his mouth stretching almost to his ears, revealing his uneven, yellow teeth.

Sometimes that smile would become empty, and her eyes would stare into the void, as if she were seeing a scene that others could not understand through the cold porridge.

Occasionally, when the sunlight happens to pass over his brow bone, a hint of childlike innocence flashes in his smile, only to be instantly covered by the numbness worn down by his long years of wandering.

Zhang Qilin watched in silence.

……

21:30

Seeing that it was getting late, Zhang Qilin found a short-term rental room, inquired about the price, and gave all the money he had to the owner.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the burly man from the afternoon, leading a few people to surround them.

Zhang Qilin turned and ran without thinking.

Behind me, I heard rough curses and chaotic footsteps.

After a chase, Zhang Qilin shook off his opponent, but he couldn't find the address of the short-term rental apartment he had just visited.

Even if he could find him, he wouldn't dare risk going back.

Penniless and unable to find a place to stay, he had no choice but to risk coming to the bridge.

There were already quite a few people resting under the bridge.

Seeing Zhang Qilin come down, some people cautiously wrapped themselves tighter in their blankets, while others looked at him curiously.

He sat down in a quiet corner, closed his eyes to rest, but kept his ears open to any unusual noises.

Zhang Qilin didn't sleep well that night, opening his eyes immediately at the slightest sound.

He didn't leave the bridge until 7 a.m., when he met up with Sun Yu and the others.

Zhang Qilin got into the Jinbei van parked in the corner, and Sun Yu handed him a hot breakfast.

He said as he ate:

"Then give me my phone."

Sun Yu handed the iPhone to Zhang Qilin.

Zhang Qilin dialed a number, and as soon as the call connected, a warm voice came through:

"Junior Brother Zhang, what's the matter that you're calling so early?"

Shan Qifu is a disciple of his senior martial arts teacher at the Beijing Film Academy and works at the Shichahai Martial Arts School.

"Senior Brother Shan, please help me resolve some troubles."

"no problem."

"I'll send you the address and photos in a bit. I hope they'll be lying there for at least a week."

"Don't worry, it won't be a day less."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Qilin said to Sun Yu:

"Send me photos of those people."