Chapter One Hundred Twenty: After Undergraduate Studies

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The Days of Becoming Wukong’s Junior Disciple – No Ads
Liu Yunfei followed Director Zhu into his office and sat down. Director Zhu spoke first: “I want to help you with this matter.”
Liu Yunfei looked at the stern-faced man and thought, “This won’t be simple. If you really want to help me, there’s no need to flatter me first and then pull me into a side room. Your mix of a slap and a sweet carrot is truly masterful.”
Liu Yunfei smiled lightly, “That’s unnecessary, Director Zhu. I was acting out of a sense of justice. Do I really need help? Besides, didn’t you say earlier that whether I bear criminal responsibility is up to the court?”
Zhu offered a cigarette, but Liu Yunfei waved it off. “I’m not used to those; I’ll stick with my eleven-yuan Nanjing brand.”
Zhu lit one for himself and said, “You’re quite sharp, kid. But don’t be so quick to refuse. Don’t worry, I, Zhu Zhicheng, never stab anyone in the back. If I didn’t think you had some real skill, I wouldn’t bother with your mess.”
“Oh, that’s ‘Pig City’ Director Zhu. Since we’re being straightforward, if you help me, do you want me to do something in return?”
“I said I value you. You do have some ability.” Zhu’s strong suit wasn’t banter or verbal sparring.
“So, have you taken a fancy to me? Do you want me to become a police officer, or maybe become your disciple, or even your son-in-law?”
“Heh heh, cough cough.” He laughed but nearly choked on the smoke. “You hit two points exactly. As for the third, I can’t help it—my family has only sons.”
“Ah, no way, I’m still studying. After graduation, I have other plans. I don’t want to be a cop. And if I were your disciple, wouldn’t you be afraid of losing face?” Liu Yunfei didn’t want to become a police officer. Nowadays, many cops abuse their power and have a terrible reputation. Besides, if we have money, why would we come to be under your control?
Zhu Zhicheng continued, “It’s not about making you a disciple, but making you a coach. I want to start a martial arts training pilot program at this precinct. All officers would participate, and eventually, it will be promoted citywide. Look at our current cops—skinny and weak, barely able to kill a chicken.”
“To kill a chicken? Director Zhu, I’m still a student with no time for that. Let them work on their fitness instead.” Liu Yunfei wasn’t unwilling to help, but the prospect of a citywide program sounded exhausting—like a punishment falling from the sky.
“I get it. Are you hiding your boxing skills like a treasure, unwilling to share?” Zhu said. “Listen, whether you want to or not, you have to do this. I’ve already arranged for you to have half a police identity. Tonight, you can go home, or else you’ll be spending time in the detention center. Besides, there are too many benefits—others are lining up and begging to do it.” At this, Zhu gave a rare, lascivious smile.
“I know, it’s just that there are two police beauties around. I don’t want to end up with a cop wife who uses domestic violence on me for no reason.”
“You’re thinking too much. What I mean is that all 7,000-plus cops in the city will become your students. Then, when you act out of justice, you can do it openly and confidently. This is called planning ahead.”
Liu Yunfei almost cursed the dark-skinned fool. “Am I crazy? Do I eat justice for a living?”

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Zhu Zhicheng slammed the table sharply. “I said you’re a foolish bird.” Liu Yunfei thought, I didn’t insult you, yet you insulted me first—he who speaks first wins.
Zhu went on, “You got into trouble today. Do you think the Zhou Family Triad is all soft targets? Now that you have a police identity, whether they provoke you or not, you can hassle them a bit. They’ll be too busy dodging you to cause trouble.”
“Sounds reasonable, but that’s a tough job.”
“Teach a few of our precinct’s officers who have some foundation. Then have them teach others. That way you can just come around to inspect occasionally. Not so tiring, right?”
“Fine, I reluctantly agree. The master is tired and needs to go home and sleep.” Even before starting, Liu Yunfei was putting on the master’s airs.
Zhu Zhicheng didn’t argue and stood up. “Let’s go downstairs and handle the paperwork.”
Just downstairs, they saw Liu Yunfei’s parents and Zhang Xiaoli standing in the lobby. Hu Li had been worried and, seeing her son still stained with blood, burst into tears and rushed over. “Son, did they beat you? Are you hurt? Cops are just gangsters in uniform.”
The cops in the lobby felt awkward; the usual plaintiffs and defendants both used this phrase. Liu Yunfei quickly stopped her. “Mom, don’t say that. This is Director Zhu, he’s good to me. The blood on me is from the bad guys.”
Zhu Zhicheng, used to being called a gangster, didn’t mind. “Liu Yunfei’s parents? Come handle the bail paperwork, then you can go home.”
After the paperwork was done and they were about to leave the lobby, a large group came down the stairs. Leading them was a man in his forties wearing a Montague T-shirt, though his athlete’s muscular build was still obvious. His broad face was not friendly, with copper-colored, bell-like eyes, a hooked nose, and high cheekbones—like a demon from Indian legends.
Behind him followed the Zhou extortionist family. Liu Yunfei and Zhou immediately whispered a few words to the demon-like man. He seemed to be warming up for a fight, twisting his wrists and neck, straightening his pants, wearing a cruel smile as if ready to devour someone.
Hu Li and Zhang Xiaoli were genuinely frightened by this man. Liu Yunfei stepped forward to block the demon’s path.
The demon looked him up and down. “Liu Yunfei?”
“That’s right. Who are you?” Liu Yunfei showed no fear.
“I’m Jiang Mancheng of the Triad. My son goes to your school. I know your background very well. This won’t be over so easily. Just wait. Ha ha.” Jiang Mancheng laughed arrogantly, as if everything was under his control.
“Oh really? I see your son every day, ha ha. Too bad he doesn’t have three arms—if he lost one, he’d be just like Zhou Jinbao.” Liu Yunfei threatened back, letting him know he wasn’t to be trifled with.

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Jiang Mancheng grew angry first, pointing at Liu Yunfei. “If you dare lay a hand on my son, I’ll come at you with my life!”
When both sides threaten each other, the one who loses their temper first shows they’ve already lost—that they’re more anxious and fearful of the other making the first move.
Seeing Jiang Mancheng’s reaction, Liu Yunfei laughed and subtly nodded toward the Zhou family at the stairs, then led his parents out of the precinct to pick up their Porsche at the food street and went home.
It was already past midnight when they got home. Liu Yunfei briefly recounted the day’s events. His parents wanted to scold him for not holding back, but after hearing Zhang Xiaoli’s ordeal, they were furious—especially hating Zhou Jinbao and the shameless, snobbish parents of Zhang Xiaoli.
That night, Zhang Xiaoli and Hu Li shared a room, Liu Yunfei and Sun Xiaogang shared another, and Liu Hongbing had to sleep in the living room.
After everyone went to bed, Liu Yunfei, unlucky as ever with his training, pondered: Would his parents be in danger? After all, they had no special abilities and he couldn’t protect them all the time.
He knew he could arrange for some foreigners he knew to come help, but having too many foreign faces around would cause inconvenience. It was better to send his parents abroad and wait until the Huangjiang matter was over before returning. But would the Triad really go after him? Would Jiang Mancheng not worry about his son? Should he strike first?
Then he thought about Sun Xiaogang—what should be done about him? Liu Yunfei had school and his parents had their own affairs; what role should Sun play? It wasn’t right for him to live at home forever. Seeing that Sun’s business seemed okay, maybe sending him to study economics would help, though Liu Yunfei wasn’t sure if Sun had that capability. After much thought, he had no good solution and decided to discuss it with his parents tomorrow before making any decisions.
The next morning at breakfast, Liu Yunfei suggested his parents go abroad for a while, just like a vacation, and return once things settled down. Hu Li naturally wanted to travel; hearing Liu Yunfei mention Bettya was already preparing a foundation in Switzerland, she was eager to inspect it and immediately supported the idea. “Old Liu, we’re no help at home and can’t give our son advice or hold him back. It’s better if you take a leave and travel with me—consider it a belated honeymoon trip.”
Liu Hongbing immediately opposed, “I’m not going. My career is just taking off. People are scrambling to climb up. If I leave, someone will take my place. I heard the bureau will soon select a deputy director, and I have a good chance.”
“Come on, you’re just a lousy section chief. You’ve tarnished the meaning of ‘career.’ After all these years of marriage, I just realized you’re a bureaucrat nut. You went from clerk to section chief in just over a month and already want to be director? Is the Civil Affairs Bureau your family business? Come to my foundation—I’ll make you secretary to the chairman. How about that?” Hu Li now spoke with the strength of a major player.
“You’re nonsense—chairman and secretary? People who don’t know would think I’m living off you. What’s your education level, and what’s mine?”
Hu Li immediately hit back, “You only finished high school, right? Look at you boasting. Soon our foundation will only hire people with bachelor’s degrees or higher.”
“Ha ha, bachelor’s degree or not, you’re the one with the thick skin.”