First met Pang Jiang

  Wang Ao Xuan spent the whole night without rest, just staring blankly at his mother's words, with worry, fear, resentment, impulsiveness, and gratitude in his heart. He didn't know if he would become his uncle's second substitute, or if he would truly wait for the bleak scene of a white-haired person sending off a black-haired person that his father had worried about. But at his current height, he even felt that everything below was an ambush, and going down would be dangerous, while not going down would be chaotic.

  The next morning at six o'clock, Wang Ao Xuan secretly took his luggage and quietly walked to his parents' room, looking at them who were still fast asleep. Without turning back, he continued walking forward until he reached a bus station, where he directly headed to his uncle's house. Due to fatigue, Wang Ao Xuan fell asleep on the bus, and when the driver woke him up, he realized they had already arrived. Wang Ao Xuan returned to Yang Jing's home, collapsed onto the bed, and immediately fell asleep. He had a dream. The scene in the dream was still very clear in his mind: Wang Ao Xuan dreamed that he was being chased by many people, many of whom he couldn't see their faces, chasing him all the way to the town's bus station, until he couldn't run anymore, seeing sharp blades placed on his neck, and finally being ruthlessly thrown down from upstairs.

  Wang Ao Xuan was woken up with a fright, and after waking up, he was drenched in sweat. He kept recalling the events in his dream, that feeling, that fear, constantly thinking about the people inside, why Wang Ao Xuan couldn't see clearly who they were. He looked at his watch, unexpectedly finding out that he had slept for almost 8 hours. Going downstairs, he found his uncle Yang Jing sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette.

  "Uncle, where are you? I didn't see you when I came back," Wang Ao Xuan asked.

  Yang Jing looked up at Wang Ao Xuan, gesturing for him to come over and said: "Oh. I've also been back for less than an hour, saw you sleeping, didn't wake you up, tomorrow's the start of school, right?"

  At this time, Wang Ao Xuan was already sitting opposite Yang Jing: "Yes, school starts tomorrow."

  "Ao Xuan, while you're having fun at school, don't forget to study hard too. After all, recognizing more characters is also beneficial. By the way, what about your girlfriend and those friends of yours?" Yang Jing asked.

  "They should all be in school now, I'll go to school tomorrow morning and look for them."

  Uncle Yang Jing handed Wang Ao Xuan a cigarette and asked, "Ao Xuan, among these brothers of yours, who do you think is most suitable for this path? What were your plans in school? Tell your uncle."

  Wang Ao Xuan didn't understand the implication of Yang Jing's question, and simply replied: "As for suitability, we are all suitable. After all, we all have that kind of courage, that fearless courage. To be honest with you, uncle, if I were to take over the school and become a tyrant, I could do it quickly. However, taking it over would require using many connections, which I don't want to trouble you with. If I really chose this path, I would want to become a respected figure in this town, someone who has both fame and fortune. I may not care about reputation, but I want to be strong, use that strength to make money."

  Yang Jing applauded and smiled: "Good, good, good, not bad, young people have ambition, I'm just admiring. School things, you handle them yourself. If you really want to do it, be bold and do it, why be polite with your uncle? The school's trivial matters are nothing, I can help you settle it. Ao Xuan, remember that being a leader is not about fighting, but about brains. You're smart, this point I'm very reassured about, but there's one thing you must keep in mind: don't trust anyone too much, don't believe in someone to the point of giving up your life. If you lose your life, everything else is gone. As long as you have your life, you can start over from scratch. Alright, now come with me to meet someone, I'll introduce you."

  Wang Ao Xuan followed Yang Jing out the door, got into his car and headed straight to the best restaurant in town. Upon entering a private room, there was a man about the same age as his uncle, balding, slender build, looking like the kind of person who is very cunning, smooth-talking and calculating. Yang Jing knocked on the door, that person saw them and immediately came over calling out: "Director Yang, you're here. Please take a seat."

  Yang Jingli hastily introduced: "Pang Jiang, this is my nephew, called Ao Xuan... Ao Xuan quickly call him Uncle Jiang.

  Wang Ao Xuan nodded: "Good Uncle Jiang."

  Pang Jiang patted Wang Ao Xuan lightly and revealed a sinister smile, saying: "Don't be so polite, I've also heard Yang Zong mention you. Uncle Jiang is particularly fond of making friends, especially with friends of your age. You have vitality, courage, and passion, which we old people lack. The future belongs to you young people."

  Three people sat down, and Yang Jing spoke up: "Ao Xuan, let me tell you, Jiang Shu and I are like you and your brothers. We've known each other since childhood, and he's always followed me around. You see how Jiang Shu walks with a limp? That injury was for my sake. As people, we must be grateful. So from then on, Jiang Shu has been my right-hand man. Without him, I wouldn't have achieved what I have today. In this life, having one true friend is enough."

  Wang Ao Xuan couldn't help but feel a little awed by this unimpressive and even somewhat unpleasant Pang Jiang, repeatedly saying: "Yes, Uncle is right."

  "Alright, Mr. Yang, let's not talk about this anymore," said Pang Jiang. "Ao Xuan and the others are still young, their journey is long ahead of them. Looking at Ao Xuan's style, he should be the type of person who can achieve great things without being muddled. Mr. Yang, he's a bit like you were back in the day. The world is always producing new talents, Ao Xuan, good luck! Your uncle has high hopes for you."

  Wang Ao Xuan also smiled and said, "Uncle Jiang is too modest. I have always adhered to my principles in doing things, and I only do what I should do myself. If Uncle Jiang has any instructions in the future, just call me."

  Pang Jiang responded with that cunning smile again: "Good, good, promising... Waiter, serve the dishes."

  At mealtime, Yang Jing said to Wang Ao Xuan: "Ao Xuan, I've been in the county and city all along, and I rarely come back. If you have anything, you can directly call your uncle Jiang's phone at home, he will come to help you deal with it. When I need you to do something, I will also let your uncle Jiang bring a message to you."

  Wang Ao Xuan nodded in agreement, and during the banquet, Pang Jiang kept telling Wang Ao Xuan about his heroic deeds back then. At that time, Wang Ao Xuan was also delighted to listen. His impression of Pang Jiang changed from dislike to respect, and he kept offering him wine while Pang Jiang continued to praise him.

  Pang Jiang suddenly put down his chopsticks and stared at Wang Ao Xuan, saying: "Ao Xuan, for any matter in school, your Uncle Jiang can help you solve it. However, if you want to enter the town's underworld, you must have real power, and that power is manpower. You need to train some loyal followers and skilled fighters, only then can you truly stand firm."

  Wang Ao Xuan was suddenly confused and hastily asked: "Uncle Jiang, what is a knife hand and what is gunpowder ash?"

  Pang Jiang's smiling eyes suddenly became a slit, and he explained: "A knife hand is your personal bodyguard, a knife hand is a fighting expert, can charge into battle and will not flee in the face of danger, one person can take on several. A knife hand must first have no humanity, no emotions. And cannon fodder are just people used to fill numbers, they're disposable substitutes, scapegoats for when things go wrong. You need to prepare both types of people. The school is your recruitment area, and your uncle's house is your training base."

  Wang Ao Xuan nodded his head, and couldn't help but listen with interest, continuing to ask: "How does one train their knife hand?"

  "Knife hand is that kind of reckless, ruthless and fearless. Reckless people, even if you're only as tall as Wu Dalang or have a body like Pan Jinlian's, will still be fierce."

  Wang Ao Xuan nodded understandingly, and in his heart, he seemed to be telling himself something, and these things would also happen slowly in the near future!

  After settling the bill, Pang Jiang followed Yang Jing to an unknown destination. Wang Ao Xuan returned home alone, lying quietly in bed, his thoughts extremely disorganized and chaotic.