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In Z City, at Yanyu Bar, under the ambiguous lighting, a large, overweight man was sunk deep into a big sofa, completely filling it up. In front of him on a low table was a huge pile of KFC, and he was happily devouring it, stuffing his wide mouth full of fried chicken legs. With greasy hands, he held onto two fried chicken legs, and at his age, it was quite a sight to see someone indulge in KFC like this. Bystanders couldn't help but glance over. However, the man paid no mind to them; enjoying his food was the most important thing, especially in Z City where few dared to underestimate him.
After finally finishing all the KFC on the table, he lifted his head and let out a satisfied burp, patting his round belly as he called out, "Hey! Come over and clean up this table!" Immediately, a lively waitress hurried over to tidy up the mess on the table. The man looked up at her chest and gulped, smiling as he asked, "Little sister, are you new here? I haven't seen you before."
The waitress quickly straightened up and respectfully replied, "Zheng, I've just been here for three days."
"Oh?" The man responded with interest, his fish-like eyes lighting up with excitement. "What's your name? Who introduced you?"
"Back to Zheng, my name is Xiaomei. Red Sister introduced me here; we are from the same village," the waitress Xiaomei answered cheerfully.
"Oh, Xiaomei, your family must be having a hard time. Would you like an opportunity to make some money?" The man's eyes never left Xiaomei's chest as he asked.
"Yes, my family is struggling. My father is unwell and can't earn money, and my younger brother just got into college but needs tuition fees. Red Sister asked me to come work for Zheng here; this is already an opportunity you've given me," Xiaomei honestly shared her family's situation without realizing what the man meant by an opportunity to make money.
"I mean an opportunity to make big money. Let me ask you this: how much do you earn here in a month?" the man inquired.
"One thousand two," Xiaomei replied honestly.
"One thousand two? That's not even enough for one meal for me," the man scoffed. "What if I could find you a job that pays five thousand a month? Would you do it?"
"Is there really such a good deal? What kind of job is it?" Xiaomei asked with some confusion. Nowadays, even girls from rural areas are more aware of society; they know that good things don't just fall from the sky. As the saying goes, 'No good deed goes unpunished,' and rural girls are not so easily deceived anymore. From the man's gaze and words, Xiaomei sensed something was off.
"This job is simply being with me; do you understand what I mean? Willing to be with me for five thousand a month," the man said without hesitation because he knew that whatever he desired would eventually come true—whether willingly or through coercion—it would end up being the same thing. Of course, regardless of how it happened, there was one common outcome: he certainly wouldn't pay her. This guy had such poor character that even in such matters he would try to avoid payment.
Seeing that Xiao Mei remained silent, the fat man continued, "Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't want to. When the time comes, I'll have two of my brothers tie you up and throw you on my bed. I can still have you with me, but then I won't give you a single penny." The fat man leered with satisfaction, "Hahaha... Also, don't think about running away. I can guarantee that before you even get out of Z City, my brothers will catch you and bring you back. At that point, not only will you not get a dime, but I'll also have my brothers take turns serving you. So, what's your choice?"
Don't be surprised by the fat man's words; he had used such tactics many times before, and they had always worked. Almost all the girls he set his sights on chose the first option. What could a weak woman do in such a situation? A virtuous woman? Sorry, that brand has been discontinued, and there are very few left in circulation. Those who occasionally encounter him end up being subjected to his second and third methods of destruction. In fact, the fat man had a secret known to all the girls he had tormented: he was actually incapable. That part of him had lost its function; bringing girls over was just for groping and biting them. Perhaps because of this flaw, he often acted quite lecherous, wanting to play with any girl who looked decent, intending to create a false impression of being strong. But how could he hide this? After all, once he had tormented someone, giving them some hush money would be fine, but he preferred to take advantage without paying at all. In reality, he didn't gain anything; it was merely for his own gratification. Who would willingly let him take advantage like that? Thus, the secret of the fat man's impotence had long become an open secret; he just didn't know it and thought he was successfully hiding it.
However, Xiao Mei did not react as the fat man expected by begging for mercy or crying her eyes out. She hesitated slightly in panic and then said to him, "Zheng, I'm with you!" This response disappointed the fat man because seeing a girl scared by him was one of his pleasures. But this girl seemed unfazed by his intimidation, which deflated his enthusiasm. He casually replied, "Oh, fine. I've got things to do tonight; I'll come find you in a couple of days." After saying that, he struggled to stand up from the sofa and waddled toward the bar exit with his bulk, followed closely by two colorful bodyguards. Once the fat man and his entourage left the bar, Xiao Mei suddenly raised her middle finger and muttered disdainfully under her breath, "Damn! This softie thinks he can take advantage of me! What kind of scenes have I not seen while mingling in Heaven on Earth?" Damn! It turns out this charming Xiao Mei actually used to mix in Heaven on Earth; after it was shut down for renovations, she came here pretending to be a pure waitress to lure in rich men.
The fat man walked out of Yanyu Bar with his two bodyguards and staggered toward his car when suddenly three shadows emerged from the darkness and approached him directly. The leader called out, "He Zheng?" Seeing someone calling him and unable to see clearly in the dark, the fat man cursed, "Who the hell are you? Who dares call out Master He’s name?!". The two bodyguards quickly stepped up beside him and shouted angrily, "Who are you? Don't you know how to behave when you see Zheng? You asking for a beating?!"
Confirming He Zheng's identity, the three shadows stopped talking and suddenly attacked. With swift movements, they struck down both bodyguards without a sound. The fat man was terrified at this sight and tried to run away; however, before he could even turn halfway around, two iron fists slammed into his ears simultaneously. He felt a ringing in his head as all control over his actions slipped away. The two shadows grabbed him from either side and tossed him into a nearby car before it sped off.
Josen's body had already been transported back to the provincial capital. The Qiao family kept Josen's funeral very low-key; everything was entrusted entirely to Wang Secretary. Qiao Qiang and He Zhixiang only visited the funeral home once to light incense before leaving again; they probably couldn't bear the pain of losing their son.
Normally speaking, this incident involving Secretary Qiao's son being harmed would be a significant matter for everyone in the province. Officials at all levels and various business associations would flock to offer their condolences and support for holding Young Master Qiao's funeral grandly while also presenting small gifts as expressions of deep sorrow for the deceased and heartfelt sympathy for the living. However, Wang Secretary seemed possessed this time; not only did he refuse all gifts and monetary offerings from society but also sternly instructed everyone not to attend the funeral so that Secretary Qiao could have some quiet time. Those present were only allowed to light incense briefly before leaving. Some people doubted this strange situation and secretly went to Secretary Qiao's home at night to express their infinite sorrow personally but found out that Secretary Qiao and his wife hadn't returned home during these days. Ultimately they had no choice but to seek guidance from Wang Secretary instead. Wang Secretary often spoke sternly: "Secretary Qiao and Sister He have suffered too much from this blow—losing a child is unbearable! Even so, their hearts are only with the Party and the people; they are still working day and night for everyone's welfare during this time. Not allowing everyone to participate in the funeral is simply so as not to cause too much social impact. Secretary Qiao said this is just a family matter; he doesn't want everyone worrying about it or delaying their work because of it. As for your gifts and offerings—Secretary Qiao has also said they cannot be accepted as they would encourage bad practices! Many leading cadres make mistakes starting from accepting gifts! Just look at how considerate he is towards people's feelings—a clean official dedicated to public service!"
Seeing that gifts could not be sent out and hearing Wang Secretary say this made everyone sigh in resignation: "Yes indeed! Secretary Qiao is truly considerate towards people's feelings—a clean official dedicated to public service!" Afterward, they left with disappointed faces.
Secretary Qiao's refusal of gifts or monetary offerings while forbidding society from attending his son's funeral immediately sparked strong reactions across Binhai's social circles—especially among major media outlets which began publishing articles praising Secretary Qiao's high moral integrity regarding people's sentiments while remaining incorruptible in public service as an exemplary official. This quickly became a topic of conversation across various sectors of society; related media outlets from other provinces and national levels also began reprinting these stories about Qiao Qiang’s name spreading rapidly throughout every corner of China—becoming a shining star in Heavenly Pride’s political arena.
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