When Zhao Guanghui was raising money in Jinjiang, Fu Ping'an was discharged from the hospital. This skin trauma was nothing to the 18-year-old man. In the bathroom of the hospital, he admired his honor in the mirror.

It is early October 2008. Four months ago, Fu Ping'an was a student of Huaimen No. 2 Middle School. He had long and matte hair and a beard. Now he was a capable bald head with a few red marks on his head. Eighteen stitches were sewn on his head. He had not removed the stitches yet. He looked extremely ferocious. With his deliberate unruly eyes, he did feel something like a man from the world.

Fu Ping'an went through the discharge procedures by himself and left with a small bag. He only had toiletries and a No. 3 Rambo knife in his bag. The three-blade wood 905 was still on the belt and went downstairs with great strides. Because there were too many people taking the elevator, he forced himself to walk from the 13th floor to the first floor. During the National Day holiday, the traffic in the hospital was even greater. There were long cars waiting to enter at the gate, but the parking lot was full and there was no one for a long time. The long taxi that occupied the slow lane outside the door remained motionless as usual.

These taxis are not something they can take on. They only go to counties and districts, and they don’t make meter or bargain. In this way, even if they only take one order in a day, it will be more profitable than the city’s running around. Hospitals often have critically ill patients from counties and districts. They can’t take long-distance buses and can only take taxis at high prices. As for competition, it doesn’t exist. The hospital is monopolized by these taxiers at the entrance of the hospital, and whoever comes to grab the business will beat whoever comes to grab the business.

The reason why Fu Ping'an knew this was because his father Fan Dong encountered such a thing when he was discharged from the hospital. When he thought of what happened that snowy night, Fu Ping'an didn't get angry.

An old man was wrapped tightly in a wheelchair and parked alone at the hospital gate. An old lady was trying to stop a taxi outside the gate. However, the taxi business was too good today and it was not empty for a long time. Seeing the old man's white hair fluttering in the wind, Fu Ping'an thought of his parents' age, and couldn't help but push up the wheelchair and go to the gate to greet the old lady to go to the first taxi in the slow lane.

It was the most common red Santana taxi in Huaimen. The door was covered with the words "Huaimen for rent". The driver was a man in his thirties and forties. He was dressed in a sloppy dress, but he was full of energy and his eyes were higher than his top.

"What are you doing!" Seeing them coming, the driver hurriedly stopped him: "I won't pull you if you look for another car."

"Why don't you?" Fu Ping'an insisted on comparing this truth today.

"I will pull anyone I want to pull my car." The driver was very arrogant. In fact, he had more foolish words, such as waiting for someone, handing over the shift immediately, and the car broke down, but today he had to be more serious.

"You are driving a taxi? Yes, you can't refuse to take it. No, you can't stop here!" Fu Ping'an argued. He didn't have the courage to challenge such people in the past, but now it's different. If there is any injustice, he will take action.

"I said you're so full, right?" The driver rolled up his sleeves, "Where are you doing, little boy?"

The brothers behind saw that there was a lot of fun, and they all came to watch the battle with big teacups.

"I won't go anywhere. I'm a discharged patient. If you want to take a taxi, you can't refuse to take a taxi. This is the truth and the rule." Fu Ping'an was strong and righteous. The driver couldn't say anything about him and retorted: "The person who manages taxi has a transportation and traffic police. What are you going to do? You're tired of living in front of me!"

As he said that, the driver ran to the back of the car and opened the trunk and took out a large wrench to make a move to hit people. Fu Ping'an had already drawn his knife and was ready to fight.

When the old couple saw that the taxi was so fussed, they said that we would not take this car and never do anything.

Fu Ping'an said: "I have to sit down today, otherwise I will take a group of brothers to the hospital gate to play with you every day."

The driver is a slutty guy. Seeing Fu Ping'an so strong and scars on his bald head, he should be a cruel character who is desperate. If he can't scare him, he will admit his fear. What a big deal.

"Okay, I'm unlucky." The driver got into the car and closed the left front door viciously. The old lady helped the old man up and helped the car. Fu Ping'an folded the wheelchair and put it in the trunk. He saw that there were alcohol stove noodles and a pile of dirty clothes inside.

The car was stuck on the road as soon as it started. The driver cursed and kept honking his whistle. Fu Ping'an sat in the passenger seat and saw a supervision sign in front of him with the driver's photo and work number printed on it. It turned out that the elder brother was called Xiang Guangrong.

"Where are you going?" Fu Ping'an turned around and asked.

"Let's go to Hebin Community." said the old lady, "Thank you, young man, I have been taking the car for half an hour but haven't gotten it."

"Aren't you a family?" Xiang Guangrong said in surprise.

"No, what's wrong?" Fu Ping'an replied toughly.

"I tell you, if we don't want to pull patients with wheelchairs, we don't want to pull them even if we come and go, we don't want to pull them with empty taxis. On the one hand, it's more troublesome to install folding wheelchairs. On the other hand, older patients can't get any accidents at any time, and it's not bad. Don't think I'm harsh, that's it." Xiang Guangrong said.

"That's right, I don't want to pull us. My children are all out of town. The old man comes to the hospital for dialysis every week and can only take a taxi back and forth. It's too difficult, too difficult." The old lady sighed.

"It's not difficult for anyone, it's hard. How much gasoline has increased? Do you know? The international oil price is more than 100 US dollars. We who rely on driving can't survive. Every day, we open our eyes and have more than 100 shares. If we violate the rules, two hundred will be gone again. If we don't work for a day, we will have no rice to be put into the pot the next day." Xiang Guangrong held the steering wheel and complained about the pain.

"Then you have a job, don't you?" Fu Ping'an asked back.

"Little brother, you don't understand. The more you run, the more you lose. The oil price is expensive. My car has not changed into gas, and I lose even harder. It's better to wait for a big job and have money for a day to travel to the county and district." Xiang Guangrong talked endlessly, and could hear that he was not bad by nature. Fu Ping'an also handed him a cigarette, and the atmosphere suddenly became harmonious.

"Who are you having sex with? You're so big with a knife in the hospital, you really have a trick." Xiang Guangrong asked.

"I'm from Chen Qian and Zhao Guanghui." Fu Ping'an said, he felt that it was more shocking to lift the name of Pili Tiger. Sure enough, Xiang Guangrong was still very familiar with major events in the world. He slapped his thigh and said, "I know you, Iron Head Tiger! Right, he smashed the beer bottle on his head in front of Wang Sanbao and Zhang Yanjun."

"It's me." Fu Ping'an felt a little proud. Even those who rented the taxi knew their reputation. It has been widely spread during this period.

"You are a graduate of No. 2 Middle School, are we still an alumni. I graduated from high school in 1998 and drove a taxi for ten years." Xiang Guangrong suddenly sighed, "Ten years, I have been in a mess. I finally got married and divorced. The house and children were awarded to my ex-wife. The car is my family, the money, money, and child support. I am busy every day, so I dare not run away like them. If I die, no one will feel sorry for me. I have to feel sorry for myself."

Fu Ping'an was silent. Everyone had their own suffering. There were elderly couples with dialysis, taxi drivers Xiang Guangrong, and sister Qian and Zhao Guanghui. He was the briskest. Maybe he was not that old. Thinking of himself ten years later, he was a little frightened.

The traffic police were very busy, and the traffic finally rolled forward. The Hebin Community was on the edge of the starting price, a little over three kilometers. When I arrived at the place, Fu Ping'an helped the elderly to get into a wheelchair and took a taxi back to the taxi, saying that he would go to the Rococo Bar now.

"Okay." Xiang Guangrong kicked the accelerator and arrived at the bar door five minutes later. Fu Ping'an thought for a while and took out a hundred-dollar bill.

"I can't find it." Xiang Guangrong said, "How about you buy a pack of cigarettes and exchange for some change."

"No need to look for it." Fu Ping'an said, "It's not easy for you."

Xiang Guangrong was really hard. There was a bad smell in his car, which was the smell of a human body not taking a bath for a long time. The car was also ragged and dirty. He was not polite and charged 100 yuan and gave a thumbs up: "Okay, pay attention!"

The red taxi was gone, and Fu Ping'an remembered the number: Huaih16972   .

As usual, there were not many customers at this time. Wang Jun was still wiping cups behind the bar. When Fu Ping'an came in, he poured him a cup of Chivas and slid over.

"Why don't you give me beer?" Fu Ping'an said.

"A tough guy wants to drink strong wine." Wang Jun winked and said, "I have helped you promote a lot this week. I have a reputation for being a tycoon. Don't report the wrong number when you go out in the future."

Fu Ping'an picked up the cup and was about to drink it, but Chen Qian came out of the office in a hurry and said, "Ping'an, you are discharged from the hospital, please let me see it, press his head to see where the needle is sewn."

"It's so ugly. I'll keep my hair back and cover it with these scars. When will the stitch be removed? I won't say I'll pick you up after being discharged from the hospital. By the way, you can help me carry a box of Wuliangye. I've already paid the money. Just move it away directly. I'll give you the address."

Chen Qian said that, handing over the keys of the Hummer and returning to work. Fu Ping'an was very happy and energetic. He drove the Hummer to the city sugar, tobacco and alcohol wholesale center. He found Sister Qian's acquaintance to bring a box of Wuliangye into the car and drove back leisurely. When he passed by No. 2 Middle School, he was about to come out after school, and a large number of students flocked out, reminding him of his student days.

Suddenly, a familiar figure jumped into his eyes. It was Fan Dongsheng. Four or five people were following him, confronting a group of boys of about the same age. Both sides were tense and aggressive. If they weren't wearing blue and green school uniforms, they would have thought it was a matter of society.

Fu Ping'an was afraid that his younger brother would suffer a loss, so he pulled the car aside and opened the door. The extremely powerful Hummer attracted the attention of the boys, and the elder brother who got out of the car made them respect him as a god.

The eldest brother was wearing a black T-shirt and Ray-Ban sunglasses on his face. The most terrifying thing was the scar like a centipede on his bald head, and he didn't even remove the wires.

"What's going on? Who bullies my brother?" Fu Ping'an said.

"Brother, it's okay. I'm subduing these first-year high school students. Now I have unified the junior high school department of No. 2 Middle School. The third-year high school does not care about the affairs of the world, so it's just that the first and second-year high school students are only one who carries the flag. It must be me!" Fan Dongsheng looked stern, and at a young age, he was serious.

"I don't agree, right? I'm my biological brother, the Iron-Headed Tiger of the Five Tigers of Huaimen." Fan Dongsheng grinned at the group of high school boys, "If you don't agree, you can ask someone to find a place, let's talk."

Fu Ping'an was stunned for a second and then reacted, kicked Fan Dongsheng in the butt, opened the car door, grabbed the collar, and pulled him in, got in the car and left.

In the car, Fan Dongsheng said resentfully: "Brother, my grand career in Unification No. 2 Middle School was kicked to waste by you."

Fu Ping'an ignored him, drove the car to the door of Yichuang Internet Cafe and stopped, took Fan Dongsheng in, and asked the boss to open a machine casually, which only took ten minutes.

Fan Dongsheng was pressed in front of the computer and was confused: "What are you doing?"

Fu Ping'an said: "I want you to announce in the QQ space and exit the world."

"Impossible!" Fan Dongsheng refused firmly.

"A pair of Nike shoes." Fu Ping'an offered the conditions.

Fan Dongsheng sneered: "Not mentioning a pair of Nike shoes, you can't even bribe me if you add an Adidas sportswear."

"A computer, plus broadband monthly payment." Fu Ping'an knew his younger brother's stubbornness and no longer increased the investment layer by layer, and was in place in one step.

Fan Dongsheng obviously hesitated: "I have unified the junior high school department and gave up halfway, which is a pity."

"Then forget it, pretend I didn't say it." Fu Ping'an played hard to get it.

"Don't, I promised you." Fan Dongsheng was heartbroken, as if he had given up the throne with his own hands. He logged into QQ and left a declaration in his own space:

I, Fan Haonan, the person in charge of the Junior High School of No. 2 Middle School, hereby announced that I would withdraw from the No. 2 Middle School’s general flag-holding competition. From then on, I will no longer ask about the grievances in the world. The mountains will not change, and the water will flow forever. Let’s part with my fellow workers in the world.

Fu Ping'an slapped his head: "Who is Fan Haonan?"

Fan Dongsheng had a bitter face: "It's my online name."

Fu Ping'an said: "You are still Haonan. Do you want to be a gangster so much? Let me tell you that there is only one person in our family who is in a mixed society. It is enough to have me. You are responsible for studying hard, getting into college, and being proud of your ancestors. Did you hear that!"
Chapter completed!