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Through the tiny crack in the wall, I saw the Third Squad Leader on duty holding Liu Peng's clothes and talking to the Company Leader Yang Ming. Immediately afterwards, the door was shut tight, and I could only hear the ruthless curses from within: "Fuck you, you dare to escape under my watch? "You want to be my deserter? You don't want to live anymore, do you?!" Then there was the sound of punches and kicks!

Surprised, I thought to myself: No way, this method will kill me!

I can't save him, and my heart can't bear it!

I stood at Ximen Wanggang on duty, a beautiful scenery, I stood valiantly, courteously, and the movement of the car was very standard, every time the owners passed through the Ximen Wai, they couldn't help but glance at me, and sometimes they even talked about me as if I were a topic in a community, saying that there was a security guard in the neighborhood, and that he was a handsome one, like a soldier from Xinhua Gate, and that a hundred of them had attracted the favor of countless owners, especially some young female owners, who always borrowed my help to take a few more looks at me, I still stuck to the principle, never leaving the post even though the quality of being a soldier and security guard was a dangerous thing to tell him when leaving the guard!

The days passed one by one.

During the day, he would go to work and train endlessly. Sometimes, he would even have to do some odd jobs for the properties of Party A. Only at night would he have the opportunity to quietly think about his own tasks and think about his comrades-in-arms and colleagues.

Of course, he would think of his beloved You Meng.

In a blink of an eye, it was already the middle of July. However, there was still no news of the TL organization.

The life in Security Force is very difficult, we are an internal team, and each of us only have five dollars, but these five dollars have to be taken care of by the company's logistics manager, as well as the team leaders, so the real amount of money that falls on our team members is around four dollars. A meal fee of four yuan, what could he eat? Rice was the cheapest kind of army sieve food. It was the inferior kind of food that was screened when they were sent to the army, and the cheapest was extremely cheap, with only fifty to sixty centimeters of money per catty. If it was just the food alone, then it was fine, but the management of the Security Force was also very violent. The captain and class monitor all fought and kicked their own team members, and the team members were in a miserable state. Especially under Yang Ming's guidance, the Security Force would often organize some boxing training, although it was called boxing training, in reality, it was just boxing training. The reason why Li Quntao was so keen on letting his teammates practice fist arts with him was because of Yang Ming's guidance. However, fortunately, when Yang Ming was practicing boxing, he had never drawn me as a sparring partner.

However, I have been thinking, how could such a Security Company be related to the TL organization?

Was Director You mistaken?

July 20th, this should be a good day for me to get promoted.

Not knowing why, after Li Quntao was quietly defeated by me, he acted extremely friendly. He even recommended me to the company and promoted me to the security squad leader.

His recommendation became a reality on the 25th of July. Although I wasn't interested in being class rep, I still accepted it happily.

At least, before they clearly understood the TL organization, they could try their best at Security Company.

Following that, under the arrangements of the company, Company Leader Yang Ming brought Li Quntao and a few other core members along, as well as a dozen normal members. They also assigned a large number of Security Force members to various other projects in the company, and went to Wang Jing to pick up the biggest project in history. The project had a total of more than twenty security units, all of them were entertainment venues, large KTV, large bathing centers, large clubs, etc. This included the Yi Shidong Hotel where Miss Ita Finley previously stayed. This project had a total of more than three hundred security personnel. It was the biggest security item in the Security Company.

… ….

The time went back to August 11.

I never would have thought that from this day onwards, everything would undergo a tremendous change.

As for the TL organization, they were gradually revealing their horn.

That day, I received a call from Zhao Guangcheng, the manager of the administrative department of the company. He said that he wanted me to bring my luggage back to the company for an important arrangement.

It was almost from this phone call that a series of plots had been launched against me …

The call was made at around seven in the morning. When I received the call, I hurriedly packed my luggage, put on my Security uniform clothes, and set out on my journey.

In August, Beijing was enjoying the warmth of summer. There was not a single breeze, and the rising sun shone brightly in the sky as if it was about to dry the rivers, lakes, and seas.

The steady stream of pedestrians and vehicles on the road heralded the prosperity and vitality of this international metropolis.

It was currently rush hour, and the people waiting for the bus were rushing to the market, anxiously looking in the direction of the bus. I waited at the bus stop for five minutes with my luggage,

345 finally came slowly and stopped.

Maybe it was because they were forced to work in a rush, but nowadays, people loved to compete for 'advancement'. Before the bus stopped, the men, women, and children all flocked to the bus and performed their 'push, pull, pull' and other boarding skills.

If there is an advanced person, then there is a backward person. With the principle of respecting the elderly and loving the young, who would be the bottom if I didn't humbly show my respect? So I watched the advanced players push each other into the car, and then I took my time with a dollar coin and prepared to get in, but as soon as I put my foot in the car, I saw the crowd of people inside glaring at me, and started to complain:

"Hey, security, I can't get on, wait for the next train …"

"A guard without any manners is still trying to squeeze his way up. Can't you see that there are no seats left in the car?"

"..."

After a moment's hesitation, I pulled my heavy foot out of the car. I patted the foot that had been tarnished by social culture, laughed at myself, and turned to leave.

Afraid of delaying my time, I hailed a modern Beijing taxi. After getting on, I pinched my hands in my pockets for a long time. To be honest, I really couldn't bear to spend so much money. After all, my current identity is just an ordinary security guard and my salary is extremely low. To me, several tens of yuan isn't a small amount.

The taxi driver, a chubby fellow who could match the figure of Zhu Bajie, asked me in a practiced Beijing language, "Where are you going?"

I said, "Go back and watch."

Fatty asked casually, "Where are you from?"

I imitated his Beijing accent and said impatiently, "Please, just drive."

Fatty's expression changed. He then stepped on the throttle of the taxi and drove it to the main road.

I looked longingly at the taximeter in the cab, wishing with all my heart that it would slow down, slow down, and, preferably, start at ten dollars to get back to my destination. But how could that be possible?

The fat guy pressed a certain button and a clear broadcast sounded out in the car. It was unknown which television station broadcasted a piece of news, saying that a famous Japanese woman, You Cang, had come to China on vacation and had accepted an interview from a certain television station. I felt dizzy. I remembered the farce last year at the World Security Exchange. Those of us in the army probably didn't have much contact with the outside world, and at that time, I talked about the Japanese girl with the American soldiers on the World Security Exchange. I was so silly that I didn't even know what the Japanese girl was for. The United States soldiers are more open, know everything, and social integration is more forceful.

As for the fat driver, when he heard the news, he immediately turned up the volume in excitement, his face blooming with a trace of pride. What was even more exaggerated was that his pants were actually stuck up like a big bag. There is no doubt that he is a loyal fan of Japanese A-movies, and he is an outstanding representative of Japan's best women. He is renowned for his pure, beautiful and extremely coquettish nature among the world's adults.

After listening to the broadcast, the fat driver asked me with interest, "Hey, Cang Jing Kong, do you understand?"

I shook my head impatiently, laughing inwardly at his superficial and vulgar attitude. "I don't know," I replied perfunctorily.

The fat driver tried his best to explain, "It's an empty era for Japanese women. Eating and loving them is out of date …"

I continued to say perfunctorily, "Maybe."

I remembered the American soldier's motto: "Japan's greatest contribution to the world is to train a large number of advanced sex workers, from eating on the island to dying in poverty, and to create an immortal chapter in the adult world for countless Japanese women."