Chapter 8: Unfamiliar If We Don't Fight?

  "Little Fourth", Lu Zhong immediately knew who the long-haired young man was. It's been almost half a month, how could he not have inquired about the situation at Huang Lao's house?

  Huang Lao had four sons and three daughters. The youngest son, Huang Zi Xuan, was twenty-eight years old this year. When his mother gave birth to him, she was already advanced in age and died a difficult death. Therefore, since he was young, Huang Lao had been especially doting on this youngest son.

  But the dragon had nine sons, each different from one another. This little fourth son was exceptionally rebellious and lacked human feelings. From a young age, he was extremely arrogant. During the Cultural Revolution, he even took the lead in posting big-character posters against his own father.

  After the turmoil, Xiao Si'er started doing business again, using Huang Lao's name to do whatever he wanted, ruthless and venomous. He did as he pleased, so although he made a fortune, his relationship with Huang Lao was almost irreparably damaged. Huang Lao nearly published an announcement disowning him as his son, but only reluctantly gave up under the persuasion of his other children.

  Huang Zixuan, has a certain reputation in the Wushan business circle, outsiders all call him Huang Si'er, is a domineering and ruthless character who will make you disappear if he turns back.

  The old hero Huang Lao spent his whole life, got old and old, but because of his son's shame, he couldn't help but sigh.

  Lu Zhong drove around in circles and finally found Huang Si'er by a tap water pool. The guy was splashing cool water on his face, and the bleeding from the wound on his forehead seemed to have been stopped by the cold water.

  "Are you going to the hospital?" Lu Zhong asked him as he rolled down the car window.

  Huang Zixuan turned around, looked at Lu Zhong a few times and said: "Is that you?" Then he walked over, opened the car door and got in, saying: "I didn't drive here, take me to People's Square."

  Lu Zhong nodded and started the car.

  "Are you Mr. Gu's? My dad's life secretary?" Huang Zixuan said, and blood came out of his forehead again. He covered it with his hand and muttered curses in his mouth.

  "Shall I take you to the hospital?" Lu Zhong said, looking at him through the rearview mirror.

  "No way! This old thing of a mother, I think he just wants to die without a son to send him off, and his hands are really black!" Huang Zixuan said, spitting out the window.

  Lu Zhong furrowed his brow and didn't even bother to respond to him.

  "What's wrong, don't you like it? Is it that in your eyes, I'm old and not good enough?" Huang Zixuan's face was slightly distorted as seen from the rearview mirror.

  Lu Zhong didn't make a sound.

  Huang Zixuan cursed and spat out the window, "The old thing is a hypocrite, messing around with the young wife of our school's teacher, he's old enough to be her grandfather! What the hell?! And then comes to me, pretending to be all serious!"

  Lu Zhong didn't want to bother with this kind of person, but since they were on the same bus and couldn't shut his mouth, these words were very polluting to her ears and made her uncomfortable. She frowned and said: "Huang Si'er, you shouldn't be saying this, Huang Lao is your father after all."

  Huang Zixuan snorted disdainfully.

  Looking at him, Lu Zhong couldn't help but think of his past life self. Although he wasn't as despicable as this person, there were some aspects where the two might have had some commonalities.

  "I know that you still want to get your dad's approval, but because of the many mistakes you made when you were young, now you don't know what to do to get Old Huang's approval. So, you desperately rebel and try to attract his attention, but it backfires, and as a result, you become more and more worthless!"

  Huang Zixuan was taken aback, lit a cigarette, and puffed out smoke as he glanced at Lu Zhong through the rearview mirror: "You little brat is quite arrogant! You dare to scold me to my face and say I'm not a good person, you're the first one! You also dare to hit me, you're also the first one!"

  Lu Zhong smiled and focused on driving, ignoring him.

  ……

  After sending Huang Si'er to Tiananmen Square, Lu Zhong returned to the office and waited for a whole day without receiving a call from Old Huang.

  It was near the end of work, Huang Zixuan called and said that he had booked a private room at Feicui Song and Dance Hall, and asked Lu Zhong to come and join him. The two brothers didn't know each other well until they fought, but now they were gathering together, and he felt that he got along very well with Lu Zhong.

  Lu Zhong didn't want to get involved with this kind of person. Huang Zixuan was perhaps similar to himself in many ways, like a reincarnation of his past self - a hungry wolf, cruel and ruthless by nature, devouring people without leaving any bones behind. Getting too close to someone like that wasn't a good thing. Moreover, he had once kicked him hard enough that it was unclear whether he had lost any teeth or not. How could he be so magnanimous as to forget about the whole incident? And yet, he still wanted to be friends with Lu Zhong? The situation was probably not that simple.

  So Lu Zhong tactfully declined his invitation.

  But unexpectedly, at the end of work hours, a blue Nissan Duke suddenly drove into the courtyard of Gu's residence. Huang Zixuan loudly called out and came in, asking "Is Lu Zhong here?" "Is Lu Zhong in this house?"

  The office building was suddenly thrown into chaos, with people running wildly in all directions. Lu Zhong had no choice but to go out and meet them.

  On the first floor corridor, Huang Zixuan saw Lu Zhong and walked over with a big laugh, warmly hugging him and saying: "Zhongzi, it turns out you're still a battle hero, my apologies." Apparently in just half a day, he had already figured out Lu Zhong's true nature.

  Without waiting for Lu Zhong to speak, Huang Zixuan pulled him onto the car, with a resolute and forceful attitude, leaving no room for refusal.

  Nissan sped all the way and arrived at the dazzling emerald song and dance hall in half an hour.

  Feicui Song and Dance Hall is the first privately-run song and dance hall in northern provinces. From the outside, it looks like a small yellow palace. In fact, this song and dance hall was originally called Wushan Cultural Service Center and was renamed Feicui Song and Dance Hall at the beginning of last year. It has private rooms, tea seats, bands, singers, two performances every day, and business is booming.

  Huang Zixuan enthusiastically pulled Lu Zhong's hand, directly crossing the dance floor to a private room on the left side. Inside, more than a dozen men and women were seated, and when they saw Huang Zixuan enter, they all stood up to greet him, some calling out "Fourth Brother", some calling out "Director Huang", and others calling out "Little Fourth".

  Huang Zixuan stepped aside and made way for Lu Zhong, introducing him with great fanfare: "Brothers, this is my porcelain - Zhongzi! Haha, Dazhi, Xiaoguang, you've met before, right? We won't fight if we don't know each other. Later, let's toast to Zhongzi a few cups of wine."

  The private room erupted in cheers, after Huang Zixuan pulled Lu Zheng to sit down, the young men came to toast one by one. Later, Huang Zixuan shouted: "Damn it! Are you guys toasting or forcing him to drink?! If we keep going like this, Zheng will pass out soon!!! Alright, you guys drink your own, I'll chat with Zheng!"

  These people seemed to be mostly idle followers of Huang Zixian, obeying his every command. When he said no one was allowed to come and toast again, not a single person dared to come over.

  In this corner, Lu Zhong, Huang Zixuan and Huang Zixuan's gorgeous explosive-haired girlfriend formed a small space circle, drinking and chatting.

  "Zhuangzi, you've really been on a battlefield before?" Huang Zixuan asked with a smile.

  Lu Zhong nodded slightly.

  "Huang Zixuan cursed: 'Damn it, in 79, I wanted to join the army, but my old man didn't agree! If it were now, I think he'd be delighted if I died on the battlefield!'"

  "How could it be? There are no parents who don't want their children to be good." He said, sighing softly.

  Huang Zixuan keenly noticed Lu Zhong's expression and chuckled: "Zhongzi, your relationship with your family is also general, right? I heard that your sister has a company in Beijing? Is she your cousin?"

  Lu Zhong shook his head and said, "Don't talk about her." Firstly, it's not proper to discuss his own sister with these people. If they made a few jokes, it would be an insult to his sister. Secondly, if they continued talking like this, people like Huang Zixuan would be able to dig up his secrets.

  This Huang Zixuan, I've heard that he's got a bad reputation, with ulcers on his feet. He's so passionate about himself, but who knows what kind of ill intentions he has? What's the point of having all these rumors and scandals surrounding him?

  The girl sitting next to Huang Zixuan, Xiao Li, had a fashionable explosive hairstyle, scarlet lips, and charming eyebrows. On her delicate white earlobes hung a pair of large metal hoop earrings, which made her look even more wild and sexy. In the spring, she wore a denim skirt that exposed her snow-white legs, slender and enticing, enough to tempt people into sin.

  "Cheers to you, Brother Zhang!" Little Li held up a full mug of beer and giggled: "You have to drink with me because I'm your junior sister!"

  Lu Zhong was taken aback, and Xiao Li smiled and said: "I'm a student of mechanical and electrical engineering, third year, majoring in mold making."

  Lu Zhong exclaimed and said: "Then I must have a drink with you."

  Next to Huang Zixuan personally helped Lu Zhong open a bottle of beer and sent it to Lu Zhong's face. Lu Zhong said thank you, then picked up the bottle of beer to pour wine. At this time, someone in the private room suddenly scolded each other. The two people who scolded each other stood up, pushed and squeezed, and were about to fight. Huang Zixuan shouted: "You guys calm down!"

  Those two young men were pulling each other, and someone picked up a beer bottle and smashed it on the coffee table. Seeing that things were about to get out of hand, Huang Zixuan got furious, strode over, pulled them apart, and scolded: "Are you trying to get yourselves killed? Get out!"

  Two young men who almost got into a knife fight, one of whom was bald, made Lu Zhong feel vaguely familiar. Suddenly, he remembered that this wasn't the same young punk who had been chased away by Du Xiaohu when they first came to Wushan to eat lamb skewers? He even threw a pack of cigarettes at him back then.

  The bald man scolded and walked out, when he passed by Lu Zhong's side, Lu Zhong felt that he seemed to have winked at himself, and then slammed the door.

  Huang Zixuan had already walked back at this time, smiling and saying: "Ah, sorry about that. You're all young people, prone to acting on impulse."

  Xiao Li also stuck her head out to watch the excitement, and at this time she picked up her beer cup again, smiling flirtatiously: "Zhengzi brother, shall we continue?"

  Lu Zhong then started pouring wine, laughing and saying: "Just watching them." The beer mug was very large, one bottle of beer barely filled it. Lu Zhong raised his beer mug and clinked glasses with Xiao Li, drinking it all in one gulp.

  Huang Zixuan's eyes flashed with a hint of joy and he loudly applauded.

  Lu Zhong took out a beer opener and opened several bottles of beer with a "pop", laughing: "Today, we won't leave until we're drunk."

  Huang Zixuan smiled and said: "Alright, no return without getting drunk. However, let's slow down a bit later, don't drink too much, okay?"

  With a smile and a laugh, Lu Zhong raised his wine glass again when he suddenly knocked on his head and said: "How did it suddenly... my head is so dizzy! It hurts!" He shook his head hard as he spoke.

  Huang Zixuan just smiled at him.

  "I, I'm going to the bathroom." Lu Zhong got up with a sway, took a step forward, and put his hands on the tea table to prevent himself from falling over. However, he knocked over several bottles of beer that were already open, causing the beer to gush out and flood the entire table.

  Lu Zhong slowly sat on the ground, his head resting on his arm on the table, but still occasionally shook violently, with a painful expression.