The captain gave the order, but no one moved.

There was nothing to do in a small place, and people were bored from catching thieves all day long. Finally, they came across such a big case, and everyone who could go out on field work swarmed out, and ended up encountering the most bizarre scene in history.

A bunch of people stared at their captain with wide eyes. Finally, a young comrade bravely asked: "Captain, who should we take away? Who is the main person in charge?"

The captain pulled his face back, raised his head and chest, and made an angry expression, then said confidently: "How the hell should I know?"

The comrades continued to stare at each other. The one who had just received the encouraging look from his colleague bravely asked again: "Captain, can you tell where this place is? What are they doing?"

The captain's face turned pale and his face twitched: "How the hell can I tell?"

The young comrade was very desperate: "Captain, can you tell us whether they are operating normally or are they some unknown underworld organization?"

The captain was filled with bitterness, so he could only yell at him: "What the hell can I tell you?"

This luxuriously decorated private club was very puzzling. When they walked into the richly decorated hall, the captain, with a hatred of the rich in his heart, instinctively put on a ferocious look, raised his work badge and ordered the person in charge to come out.

A row of receptionists looked at them with blank expressions. Suddenly, a man who looked like a security guard seemed to have an epilepsy and ran away with a pale face.

The captain's first reaction was that this man was the murderer, and he shouted, "Stop!"

The captain took the lead. Although the others didn't know what this person did, they couldn't fall behind the leader, so they also started to chase him.

This kind of escape and pursuit quickly triggered a group effect. Those who were originally relatively calm suddenly became unsure of what the situation was and began to quickly shift their strategy.

In the blink of an eye, a group of burly security guards looked like decent women encountering gangsters, and they ran faster than rabbits.

Only a row of pretty young girls were left, huddled together, shivering, their faces looking as if they were having menstrual cramps.

The person running in front happened to meet the lobby manager who was patrolling in the middle of the corridor. The lobby manager was a former high-level thug. When he saw this ghostly look, he thought there was a gunfight and pulled out a pistol from his waist - no one else would easily get this treatment.

He was about to scold the security guard who almost jumped into his arms, but the guy shouted as if he had seen a ghost: "Police! A bunch of police!"

The lobby manager said: "Impossible!"

Several people followed closely behind, shouting and yelling like "the wolf is coming": "Fuck, why are there police here!"

The lobby manager hesitated for two seconds, wavering painfully between "fighting with the police" and "retreating decisively", and then retreated decisively.

As they chased after him, something bad happened.

In the final analysis, it's all Zhao Laojiu's fault. Zhao Laojiu is a man with too much bandit spirit and is a top troublemaker under Mr. Hu Si. There is nothing he can't do, except what others can't think of.

He looked down on anyone who could come to the fore. Those he looked up to basically all had criminal records - when he saw the police, he instinctively thought something had happened.

The ones who ran faster than them were the guests. Some of the guests came from unknown backgrounds, while others were well-known figures. They all came out to have fun, and no one wanted to get involved with the police. They were all slippery and dispersed on the spot as soon as they heard the news.

Zhao Laojiu had the same question in his mind: "Fuck, why is there a note here?"

But he had to hold the scene, and couldn't jump up and down. Zhao Laojiu wiped a cold sweat. He hadn't received any news. After careful recollection, it seemed that there was nothing wrong. He racked his brains, but couldn't figure out what these policemen were doing? Could it be that they owed water and electricity bills?

Zhao Laojiu whispered to one of his men, "Evacuate everyone first. Nonsense, of course we'll evacuate the boxers. The guests are all fucking fools. They'd have run away long ago without your reminder! Don't leave anyone behind except the waitresses and those with poor family backgrounds... Never mind, that only leaves the waitresses. Have someone prepare the business license. I might have to go with them in a while and will be back soon. Don't worry, everything will be fine. Have someone clean up the place, especially the chips and the 'medicine'. Tell the public that the people on the stage are all hired models and it's a performance. Then notify Fourth Master Hu immediately."

The subordinate was confused by the sudden change and asked in a low voice: "Then...what if something happens?"

Zhao Laojiu glared at him fiercely: "Bullshit!"

His subordinates, like him, were covered in cold sweat. They dared not say a word and turned around to make arrangements.

Just like that, Wei Qian was evacuated.

When the waves wash away the sand, only tiny plankton can get out quietly, and no one will care about them.

Wei Qian left the boxing ring and headed straight for the train station.

As soon as he entered the station, he was almost knocked down by Wei Zhiyuan.

Sanpang and Xiaoyuan had been waiting for him here for the entire afternoon.

Just after noon that day, Sanpang picked up Wei Zhiyuan in the scorching sun and sweating all over. As soon as they met, he asked anxiously, "Where is your brother? Where is he? Huh? What is the address you sent me, you little bastard? What is he doing there?"

Wei Zhiyuan: "He's a black boxer."

Sanpang's voice rose an octave: "What? Fuck you two! Can you two little bastards let me live two more days?!"

Wei Zhiyuan looked at him without saying a word.

Sanpang continued to roar: "Stop pretending to be pitiful. Why don't you take me over to collect his body?"

Wei Zhiyuan said calmly: "My brother won't let you go to him."

Sanpang opened his mouth and realized that whether they were contacting or calling the police, they were all doing it in secret. Wei Qian wanted to make this matter look like a completely stupid coincidence, muddying the water so that he could get away.

Therefore, as a stranger, Kim Jong-un must not appear in anyone's sight. They cannot arouse even the slightest suspicion, otherwise they will be in big trouble.

Sanpang: "Then where are you going?"

Wei Zhiyuan raised his hand and showed the little turtle on the back of his hand to Sanpang, which made Sanpang worried. He touched his head and said, "Hey, it's really beautiful. It looks exactly like your brother. This naughty kid, why is he still drawing turtles on his hands at this time?"

Wei Zhiyuan pointed at the turtle shell and said, "This was drawn by my brother. Third brother, look carefully. The turtle shell is an inverted railway emblem. Let's go to the train station."

Just like that, Sanpang and Wei Zhiyuan came to the train station and waited from the scorching sun until the sun set. The two men, one big and one small, were so anxious that they almost felt like they were on fire. After waiting for so long, Wei Qian finally arrived.

While holding his arm tightly, Wei Zhiyuan pulled out a book that he had tucked on his belt from his clothes. It was the old math textbook that Wei Qian had brought with pictures of divine turtles all over it. The cover was soaked with the child's sweat.

Wei Qian held it in his hand, not knowing what to say.

Sanpang was even more excited than Xiaoyuan at the beginning. He could hardly control himself. He turned into a giant spray bottle, spraying saliva all over Wei Qian's head and face.

Unfortunately, the fat guy's kindness only lasted for a few minutes. Once his excitement wore off, he turned hostile and ignored me. This made people fully experience what it means that "fat guys are fickle."

He pulled Wei Qian to an empty corner, and used various tactics, including "presenting facts and reasoning" and "cursing ancestors and mothers", to fire a barrage at Wei Qian. The role change was natural and appropriate, as if he was not fighting alone.

Finally, Sanpang used a long speech to come to a conclusion that he thought was reasonable: "Wei Qian, today I want to tell you a major discovery in the scientific community - you are a big idiot!"

Wei Qian, who was rigorously proven to be an idiot by "science", was speechless and could only curse without fighting back.

When the three of us came here, we all took hard seats, but when we went back, we splurged and bought sleeper berths.

Unfortunately, the sleeper berth was not much more comfortable than the hard seat, because Comrade Sanpang's snoring was so loud that it almost shook the train off the track several times. This fat guy was completely unaware of it and went to bed very early and got up very late.

The passengers next to him almost treated him as a class enemy. In the end, everyone lay down on the bed, covered their ears, buried their heads in the pillows, and spent a long sleep in this posture as if they were dodging a bomb.

When Wei Qian couldn't sleep, he would lie down and calculate the family's finances. He had basically no expenses on this trip, and with the money he sent back home and the little savings he had before, he now had a total net worth of 30,000 yuan.

Their family of four can live very comfortably on an average of five or six hundred yuan a month. In a year, unless there are any unexpected problems, the tuition and living expenses combined will not exceed six thousand yuan. If he can find a job during the winter and summer vacations and holidays, he can earn an extra thousand or eight hundred to support Ma Zi's mother.

You can breathe a sigh of relief for now.

Just as Wei Qian was thinking about his livelihood issue piece by piece in his mind, the bunk above him suddenly moved, and then a small head appeared in the dark, hanging upside down in the air and looking at him.

Wei Qian accidentally raised his head and was startled by the pair of burning eyes on the little head, so he scolded: "Wei Zhiyuan, what are you doing? Go to sleep!"

Wei Zhiyuan was scolded, but he was not sad at all. He seemed very happy and retracted his head.

Wei Qian collected his thoughts. He had been tense and exhausted these days. After getting used to the noise, he slowly began to feel sleepy even though he heard the earth-shattering snoring in his ears. Just when he was about to pass out, the little head on the upper bunk sneaked out like a thief again.

Wei Qian half-raised himself in a bad mood, and poked his head over to the upper bunk: "Are you bored? Why are you staring at me?"

Wei Zhiyuan immediately lay back down obediently.

Wei Qian thought it was the first time for the kid to sit on a sleeper berth, so he pulled the quilt over him and lowered his voice: "If you can't sleep, plug your ears. If you really can't sleep, kick that fat guy."

Wei Zhiyuan responded softly, still staring at him.

Wei Qian climbed down, plugged his ears like everyone else, rolled his head into the pillow, and closed his eyes.

After a long while, Wei Qian suddenly realized in the darkness that Wei Zhiyuan was not making a fuss. He kept sticking his head out to see if he was still there.

This kid was scared to death. Wei Qian thought that he shouldn't have brought him out.

When the two brothers returned home, they were naturally yelled at and questioned by Old Lady Song. Wei Zhiyuan played dumb and said nothing, so Old Lady Song directed her fire at Wei Qian: "Where did you get so much money? Where have you been? Did you do anything bad? Speak up!"

She was like a big fly, buzzing in Wei Qian's ears. He could no longer bear it and ran away from home. He opened an account and deposited the remaining 25,000 yuan in the bank without telling his grandmother to avoid her nagging.

When he came back after a long walk, he found that Old Lady Song was still very stern and had no intention of letting him go. Wei Qian finally gave in and said impatiently, "I'm going to sell blood, okay?"

Old Lady Song was speechless: "Sell...sell what?"

Wei Qian's attitude became worse and worse: "I sold two kilograms of blood for a kidney. Have you asked enough questions? Can you let me be quiet?"

This sounded like nonsense, but Old Lady Song didn't think so. She had never read a single day's worth of books and had only heard of people selling blood. But she didn't know that human blood was not like apples or watermelons and could not be weighed by pound. When she looked at Wei Qian's pale and thin face, she immediately believed it out of sheer fantasy.

Wei Qian's original intention was to ask her to stop bothering him, but he didn't expect this to happen.

All I could hear was Old Lady Song crying in a loud voice that could be heard throughout the surrounding villages. Her crying was very dramatic, and it was definitely a prelude to her stamping her feet and beating her chest, as if she was about to hang herself.

Xiaobao and Xiaoyuan looked at each other, and then cast their bewildered gazes at their eldest brother. The eldest brother's expression was blank for a full half minute, and Xiaoyuan felt the corner of his eye twitch.

Wei Qian squatted down next to Old Lady Song, stretched out his finger with the same cautiousness as if he was about to touch the switch, poked her, then quickly retracted it and coughed dryly: "Well... cough, don't cry."

Old Mrs. Song's face was covered with snot and tears: "I am such a coward! I am an old lady from the countryside... I can't do anything! I can only cause trouble! Letting children sell blood and kidneys, is that what human beings do? Why haven't I died yet... What am I living for..."

Although Wei Qian was not at a loss, he was also helpless. He listened silently to the old lady's crying words, finding it both ridiculous and funny. He thought to himself that it was a good thing he didn't tell her that he was going to fight underground boxing, otherwise the old woman would have been scared to death.

And in addition to this ridiculous feeling of absurdity, he also felt a little strange comfort.

The words "let the children sell blood and kidneys" hit him straight in the heart. From childhood to adulthood, few people would call him "child".

In Wei Qian's opinion, the word "child" is not a neutral noun describing humans of a certain age group - he believes that the neutral noun should be "cub" - but the name "child" seems to represent some kind of special care, tolerance and love from adults or elders.

...That was something he had never gotten.

Wei Qian felt a little embarrassed. After the old lady's crying became weaker, he took out a roll of toilet paper from under the dining table and handed it to her: "Hey, don't cry. I was just joking. I was kidding you."

Old Lady Song sobbed and cursed: "You bastard! What on earth have you been doing?"

Wei Qian lied without even writing a draft: "A friend of mine has some connections, so he asked me to join him and transport some goods to the south. I drove a few truck trips..."

Old Lady Song: "You farted, why don't you take a piss and look at your face?"

"I..." Wei Qian couldn't help but laugh at her anger, "Do you know how long we have to drive on the road every day? A large truck drives on the highway for more than ten hours a day, eating and sleeping in the car, exposed to the wind and sun, who can have a good face? I'm not an immortal."

Old Mrs. Song looked at him suspiciously.

"Really." Wei Qian made it up as if it were a true story. "Third brother went there too. If you don't believe me, ask him. The goods we brought from the factory in Guangdong are sold directly in the north at a multiple of the original price. What is the value of the few thousand yuan I was paid for my labor?"

Anyway, Kim Jong-un will cover up his lie for him.

Old Lady Song was a little skeptical. After a while, she said, "Then... lift up your clothes so I can see. People say that people who sell their kidneys have a cut on their lower back."

After saying that, she was about to take off Wei Qian's clothes herself.

Wei Qian jumped up from the ground and took a big step back: "What are you doing? Men and women should not touch each other! You are so old, can you please have some shame?"

Old Lady Song listened to him talking more and more outrageously, so she rolled up a book and slapped Wei Qian all over the face: "I'll make you talk nonsense and be dishonest..."

After being beaten like this, she finally forgot about taking off Wei Qian's clothes, and she passed this level.

The summer vacation passed quickly, and Song Xiaobao, that good-for-nothing, began to frantically make up his homework by finding ways to do so. Sanpang would come over from time to time, and Old Lady Song would go out to sell things during the day. The three brothers would each occupy a corner, reading their own books quietly, as if their home, which was usually filled with the noise of gongs and drums, had become a large study room, filled with an academic atmosphere.

Sometimes, after sitting for a long time, Kim Jong-un felt uncomfortable.

Wei Qian changed into a clean white T-shirt and had his hair neatly combed. When he was focused, the gloom between his brows disappeared and he looked like an ordinary middle school student.

In September, he finally returned to the campus he had been away from for more than three years and resumed his regular, fulfilling and mediocre high school life.

Every morning, he would ride his bicycle to take Old Lady Song to the place where she sold eggs, then take a corn and an egg from her pot and take them to school to eat. After finishing eight classes a day, he would run out of school quickly during dinner time, ride his bicycle to send Old Lady Song home, then grab some food from home and rush back to school to catch up with evening self-study.

With an adult who can take care of the family, Wei Qian has relieved himself of more than half of the burden, and he is grateful to his grandmother in his heart.

In fact, Wei Qian did not finish his freshman year in high school, but in order to save time, he went directly into Mr. Li's senior class. Although he had been reading during the summer vacation, his performance in the first monthly exam was still not ideal, and he barely made it into the middle and lower ranks.

However, Wei Qian did not think it was a big deal. The fact that he was not at the bottom meant that he could still keep up. By the time of the midterm exam, he had moved from the lower middle level to the upper middle level.

He studied with the same single-minded focus as when he was working as a thug for Brother Le, and his achievements were remarkable - the so-called "hard work" is just getting up early in the morning and staying up late at night, reading more books and solving more exercises than others, right?

For Wei Qian, this kind of "hardship" was nothing.

By the time of the final exam, Wei Qian had completely risen from the upper middle level to the upper level, becoming an easy-going, taciturn, handsome and top student in the school... This was an unimaginable identity more than half a year ago.

Unfortunately, he was the head of the family who had the final say. Old Mrs. Song ran a small business and worked for others every day, so she was busy going out early and coming back late. No one dared to ask the two kids about his grades. Wei Qian felt that if he said anything, he would appear too ostentatious and would undermine his dignity as the head of the family.

But it really made him feel suffocated.

They kept it to themselves until the Chinese New Year. Old Song gave them red envelopes and cooked dumplings. At the dinner table, he finally remembered to ask Wei Qian, "Brother, how are you doing in school? What place did you get in the exam?"

Wei Qian awkwardly took the first lucky money in his life and said casually, "You are too nosy."

Old Lady Song laughed and scolded him cheerfully: "You bastard, speak human language!"

Wei Qian then pretended to be nonchalant and reported the grades and rankings, as if they were trivial matters not worth mentioning, and he only said it reluctantly because she insisted on asking.

Mrs. Song suddenly stopped stirring the boiling water in the dumpling pot. After a while, she asked cautiously, "Then... is this enough to get into college?"

Students in key high schools never take "getting into college" seriously. Their goal is to get into the "best college" as much as possible.

However, Old Lady Song had only limited contact with intellectuals. She usually treated the students and white-collar workers who patronized her business as members of another class and never thought that her family would have someone from... that "class".

In her mind, "going to college" is a humble and unattainable dream.

Wei Qian said "hmm" nonchalantly.

Old Lady Song was so excited that she couldn't express it. Many days later, when Wei Qian was about to start school and rode his bike to pick her up from her afternoon job, she could still hear her bragging to the people she worked with: "My eldest grandson is in a key high school, and the teacher said he will have no problem getting into college in the future."

Wei Qian heard this from afar and muttered, "Old man, you really know how to flatter yourself. Who is your eldest grandson?"

But even though he said this, as he pushed the cart past, he still said nonchalantly, "Grandma, let's go."

The end of all suffering and burdens is the passing of time in this world like flowing clouds and running water.

You can have nothing as long as your spirit is still there - Graduation speech by the President of Shanghai Jiao Tong University in 2013.