BPIFC -Volume 1 – Chapter 98 Beaten Up

At Sun Desheng’s house, Yang Shuji was already drunk. Hugging a bottle of Moutai, he said to Sun Desheng:

“Little brother, we’ve worked together all these years. Even if you’re no longer Director, who in the Bureau doesn’t still regard you as the Director?

Tell me honestly, haven’t I treated you well? When you were in America, how many times did the higher-ups want to appoint someone else in your place? It was always your old brother here standing in front, shielding you. Even now, nobody has officially removed you as Director. They only suspended your duties for a few days. I’ve already spoken with the Ministry. Tomorrow they’ll restore your position.

And yet, right at this time, you decide to quit…”

As he spoke, Yang Shuji’s eyes reddened, and he even squeezed out a few tears.

At first he cried quietly by himself, but seeing that nobody paid him any attention, he grabbed Sun Desheng’s arm and burst into loud sobs.

“Little brother, my life hasn’t been easy! I’m just a desk worker. I’ve slaved away in the Bureau all these years. Even if I haven’t made great contributions, I’ve worked hard! Now that you’re leaving, what am I supposed to do by myself?”

The moment he said “leaving,” Shao Yiyi became unhappy.

Frowning, she said:

“What are you talking about? What do you mean by leaving? My Fatty is destined to live to eighty-six. He’s not even halfway there yet!”

“Little sister, I’m drunk. Don’t mind my words.”

Yang Shuji knew very well who stood behind Shao Yiyi, but he wasn’t about to stop.

With tears and snot all over his face, he continued to Sun Desheng:

“Little brother, when I first came to the Bureau, it was thanks to your support. Now that you’re quitting, I don’t want to be Director either. Tomorrow morning, I’ll submit my resignation. I’m already past retirement age anyway. I might as well go home and hold my grandchildren…”

“Enough already. I hate people who make a scene when they’re drunk.”

Che Qianzi glanced at Yang Shuji and said casually:

“You people drink two cups and forget your own names. Crying and laughing after getting drunk… Why not just go home and beat your wife and children? Why drag everyone else into your misery?”

As he spoke, he deliberately avoided the fish-head soup and picked up a piece of braised beef.

Chewing the meat, he continued:

“Director Yang, you’re just a fence-sitter. You bend whichever way the wind blows. People like you—”

Before he could finish, Yang Shuji suddenly jumped up.

Smack!

He slapped Che Qianzi right across the face.

Even Che Qianzi was stunned.

Yang Shuji had thought it through beforehand. Even pretending to be drunk, among everyone at the table, the only one he could afford to offend was this young brat.

I can’t provoke Sun Desheng or Shen La and his girlfriend, but surely I can deal with you, you little bastard…

Che Qianzi had never expected Yang Shuji to dare hit him.

Combined with the alcohol, his mind reacted a little slowly, and he failed to strike back immediately.

But once he came to his senses, the “mad dog” temperament erupted.

Grabbing Yang Shuji by the collar, he returned the slap with interest.

After knocking him down, the young Taoist leaped up and kicked him repeatedly, beating Yang Shuji until he howled like a dog.

Everyone reacted differently.

Zhao Qing, though accustomed to seeing corpses, was frightened by the fight.

Clinging tightly to Shen La’s sleeve, she timidly said:

“Stop fighting…

Shen La, go persuade them. Pull them apart…

Just don’t get hurt yourself…”

Housewife Shao Yiyi, however, seemed thoroughly used to scenes like this.

Pulling her daughter away from the excitement, she said:

“What are you looking at? Is this entertaining? Come on, time for bed. Fatty, whatever gets broken in the house, remember to make Yang Shuji pay for it. I don’t even know who gave him our address.”

Sun Desheng watched with a smile.

Che Qianzi firmly held the upper hand.

Below him, Yang Shuji had his legs tightly together and both shoulders protecting his eyes and neck. Despite being drunk, he still instinctively guarded his vital areas.

Sun Desheng shouted:

“Stop fighting! If you’ve got something to say, talk it out!

At least show some respect for me…

Don’t kill anyone!

La Zi, hurry up and pull Third Brother away. If this goes on, someone really will die!”

Only after Yang Shuji’s face was covered in blood did Sun Desheng finally let Shen La separate them.

Fortunately, Yang Shuji wasn’t seriously injured.

His nose was broken.

And several ribs were broken as well.

The meal had only been half finished, but they had no choice except to send Yang Shuji to the hospital.

After Yang Shuji regained consciousness in the ambulance, Sun Desheng leaned over and whispered into his ear:

“Not that I’m saying anything, but Old Yang, you really shouldn’t drink so much in the future. Look what happened. You lost your footing on the stairs and rolled down them. At your age, you’ve got to be more careful.”

“Sun Desheng, your little brother didn’t beat me stupid.”

Lying in the ambulance, Yang Shuji glared at him and said:

“Go tell him this isn’t over. I’m still a Vice Minister. Tell him to just wait.”

Sun Desheng smiled at the cursing man who swore he would throw Che Qianzi into prison.

Waiting for him to catch his breath, he finally said: “You really went all out, Old Yang. You had already planned this before coming to my house, didn’t you? I’m curious—what if Che Qianzi hadn’t been there?”

Seeing through his scheme, Yang Shuji fell silent.

After taking a deep breath, he said: “Come back, Dasheng. The Bureau doesn’t belong to Yang. I’m only watching over your business for you. For the sake of protecting your foundation, I’ve made a fool of myself like this. Think about it. If you leave and I leave too, the higher-ups will parachute in two new leaders. In three to five years, everything you’ve built will be ruined. What will you do then?”

This time, Sun Desheng fell silent.

Looking out the ambulance window, he sighed.

“I know. Speaking of which, I do owe you one. But, Old Yang, you have to give me some time. I’m not kidding—at the airport, I lost. And I’ve never lost like that before. You have to let me win that game back. Keep my position in the Bureau open. Consider it a few days of leave. When I turn the tables and win this round back, that’s when I’ll return.”

At last, Sun Desheng had relented.

Yang Shuji finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But once he relaxed, the pain from his injuries intensified.

Drawing in a sharp breath, he groaned: “Dasheng, you really need to talk to your little brother. He goes straight for the kill. If I hadn’t protected my vital points in advance, I’d be crippled now…”

Sun Desheng smiled.

Suddenly, inspiration struck.

A thought flashed through his mind.

How had that fake airport manager managed to dodge Che Qianzi’s kick?

Meanwhile, in the house on the outskirts of Tianjin, a dark figure stood beside Sun Biyun’s corpse.

After turning around once, he muttered to himself:

“Still too late…

Kong Dalong escaped again. My senior brother Kong… where else can you run?”

Before he could finish speaking, the corpse lying on the ground suddenly raised its hand.

An arc of electricity shot out from its palm.

It flew straight into the shadow’s mouth.

Instantly, flames erupted inside his body.

Amid miserable screams, fire burst out from within, consuming him from the inside out.

Within a few breaths, he had been reduced to a charred corpse.

At that moment, “Sun Biyun” climbed up from the floor.

Placing both hands on his face, he pressed and adjusted it several times.

His appearance began to change dramatically.

The middle-aged man in his forties transformed into a small old man.

It was none other than Kong Dalong, who had vanished without a trace after falling into gambling debt.