On October 2, 2010, at 12 noon, No. 900 Lingshi Road, Shanghai, the Second Detention Center in Shanghai. With the solemn national emblem, a small door next to the huge gray iron door at the gate of the detention center opened. Chen Xiuwen walked out lazily, squinted his eyes, and took a deep breath of free air.

Chen Xiuwen, male, 24 years old, has been poor since childhood. Half a year ago, he just graduated from a third-rate university. At his age, he should have graduated from college long ago. The reason is that when he was in his sophomore year, he took a leave of school to serve for two years of compulsory military service, and then returned to school to continue to study the courses. This is not how high Chen Xiuwen's ideological awareness is. At the beginning, he was completely aiming to reduce the tuition fees for the other two years according to the policy. You should know how much burden the tuition fees of more than 10,000 yuan a year are for both parents who have been laid off and do odd jobs everywhere. Chen Xiuwen did this entirely to reduce the burden on his parents.

After graduation, today, when the employment situation is very serious, Chen Xiuwen, who graduated from a third-rate university, had to join a Japanese-funded enterprise and work as an assembly line as a assembly line when he was running around for more than a month and hitting walls.

In this Japanese-funded enterprise, employees like Chen Xiuwen receive a minimum wage of 1,100 yuan as clearly stipulated by the government, but the work they are engaged in is quite tiring. Each employee must complete the specified workload within the specified time, and if it is not completed, they must stay and work overtime. Moreover, even the meal time and the toilet have clear regulations: the meal must not exceed half an hour. Only one toilet is allowed to go to the toilet once in the morning and afternoon. What’s more abnormal is that the toilet time is not allowed to exceed ten minutes each time.

On September 18th, Xiao Anhui, who was in the same team as Shen Xiuwen, felt uncomfortable. After staying in the toilet for five more minutes, he was caught by the chief who usually patrolled the workshop. This chief, who was secretly called a "traitorless dog" by the workers, implemented the bastard regulations set by his Japanese master without any fault. He did not listen to Xiao Anhui's explanation at all. Not only did he scold Xiao Anhui, but he also had to be fined.

If you are willing to work in such a company with extremely low wages and extremely labor intensity, you are at the bottom of society. A fine of 100 yuan is equivalent to a high-intensity salary of three days. Little Anhui begged hard, but the arrogant senior leader refused to be able to make peace. Originally, Chen Xiuwen, who had always had no good feelings for the Japanese, had to work here for a livelihood. Because today is exactly the "National Shame Day of September 18th", Chen Xiuwen was already full of anger. Seeing Xiao Anhui's experience, he couldn't stand it anymore. Put down the documents being assembled, walked over and said, "Little Anhui's belly is uncomfortable today, and it's not intentional laziness. Everyone is Chinese, so forget it."

"What's the matter with you? Why don't you work hard and come over? Get out, hurry up and get out of here." The chief of the team didn't take Chen Xiuwen, who had just arrived, seriously at all.

Chen Xiuwen couldn't stand his usual traitor's face. When he heard the boy's rude words, he became furious and pointed at the tyrant and roared: "Do you know what day it is today? Today is September 18th, National Humiliation Day. Are you still not a Chinese? I think you are even more traitor than the traitors back then. I think you dare to deduct money from Xiao Anhui today. If you dare to deduct, be careful that I will beat you."

Although Chen Xiuwen's name is elegant, Xiuwen and Xiuwen seem to be the name of a weak scholar. In fact, it is not the case that Chen Xiuwen is 1.8 meters tall, especially after two years of being a soldier, he has developed a good body. In terms of movement, three or four thin ones who are as long as he is a stalk are not his opponent.

The head of the division took two steps back in horror, pointed at Chen Xiuwen, and shouted in a sarcastic manner: "Chen Xiuwen, you dare to call me a traitor and want to hit someone. I tell you, we are not finished today, I will report to the superiors and fire you."

When Xiao Anhui heard that Chen Xiuwen was in danger of being fired for helping him, he hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Chen Xiuwen and persuaded him, "Brother Shen, stop talking." As he said that, he turned his head and begged to the Chief of Seng, " Chief of Seng, don't be angry, it's all my fault. I accept the punishment, I accept the punishment."

The quarrel in a corner of the workshop happened to be heard by the company owner Ichiro Kuroda, who came to the workshop every day to patrol. He hurried over with a pair of legs, scolded him in stiff Chinese, "What's going on?"

Chen Xiuwen originally saw that the boss, who was even darker than coal, disliked him, and snorted and turned his head aside. When the boss saw that the boss was coming, the chief immediately nodded and hunched to Ichiro Kuroda like a pug. He reported the story to Ichiro Kuroda in a few Chinese and Japanese. Although Chen Xiuwen had not been in this company for a long time, there were many Japanese in the company and could understand a few words. Chen Xiuwen naturally understood the words that added fuel to the fire, but he did not bother to explain to the Japanese.

After hearing the report from the division leader, Kuroda Ichiro's face slowly became gloomy and raised his head and stared at the employee who was causing trouble. Chen Xiuwen lowered his eyes and glanced at the Japanese man who was only 1.6 meters tall and half bald on his forehead in front of him, and hummed softly.

Ichiro Kuroda was originally uncomfortable with Chen Xiuwen's reluctance to bend down in front of him and needed to look up by himself. Chen Xiuwen's contemptuous cold snorting suddenly angered him, who had always felt good about himself in front of Chinese people. He raised his hand and pointed at Chen Xiuwen and scolded: "Baga, yours, have been fired."

Chen Xiuwen was not worried at all when he was expelled. He felt frustrated when he worked for the Japanese. But Kuroda Ichiro said rudely, and Chen Xiuwen refused to agree. Baga is the Japanese's national scolding.

"You want to fire me, right? I'm still serving you, a Japanese devil. I tell you, little Japanese, you still have to be ignorant. We Chinese are not easy to bully."

Kuroda Ichiro's Chinese level is limited, so he didn't understand what it means at once. He was eager to expel Shen Xiuwen from the long-legged one, so he hurriedly stepped forward and translated it to Kuroda Ichiro in half-baked Japanese that he learned from his Japanese master.

"Baga." Kuroda Ichiro's face turned red with anger, pointed at Chen Xiuwen, and whispered Japanese.

Chen Xiuwen's expression of an understatement suddenly became very serious. He turned around and stared at Kuroda Ichiro who was still quarreling. Although his Japanese level was very limited, he had heard from Kuroda Ichiro's words that were extremely insulting to the Chinese. You must know that this word was only used when the Japanese invaded China. Today, seventy-nine days ago, it was all the pain in the hearts of all Chinese with conscience.

"I**, little Japanese, go and die." As Chen Xiuwen roared, his big fist ran towards the abominable face of Ichiro Kuroda.

Kuroda Ichiro screamed, and as he fell down, blood mixed with a few small white dots spurted out of his mouth.

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Chen Xiuwen did not leave. Although Chen Xiuwen was not a noble person, he still had the responsibility to beat the Japanese. Maybe it was because of the special day. I heard that he beat the Japanese and the 110 police car came very quickly.

After being taken to the police station, Chen Xiuwen finished the record and was detained in the police station for a long time. Finally, a middle-aged police officer in his forties walked in with the rank of a first-level police superintendent. He knew at a glance that he was an ordinary policeman, and the rank was completely achieved by relying on his qualifications.

"Chen Xiuwen, now officially announces to you that you have beaten someone else's body and impose a fine of 500 and detained for fifteen days according to the public security punishment clause. You can sign here." After reading the handling decision to Chen Xiuwen, the middle-aged police officer put the detention certificate on the table and took out a pen to let Chen Xiuwen sign.

Chen Xiuwen, who had known this result, signed the letter quickly. When the middle-aged police officer handcuffed Chen Xiuwen, he suddenly sighed and whispered in Shen Xiuwen's ear: "Brother, I beat the Japanese on this day, it's great. I'm also doing business, there's no way. I can't help anything else. I know a few people in the detention center. Say hello, it's better for you to be inside."

Hearing this sentence, Chen Xiuwen's resentment towards the police disappeared. He nodded to the middle-aged police officer and said gratefully: "Thank you, brother."

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Chen Xiuwen stayed in the Second Detention Center for fifteen days. As the middle-aged police officer said, there was no freedom in it and no punishment. He probably knew that he beat the Japanese in the "September 18th National Shame Day". The police who walked in and out were very polite when they saw Chen Xiuwen.

Today is finally fifteen days, and Chen Xiuwen was released from the detention center. Because the detention center is located in a remote place and there are no bus stops nearby, and it coincides with the National Day Golden Week, there are people in the taxi that occasionally drive by. Chen Xiuwen had to walk slowly forward.

After walking for two kilometers, when Chen Xiuwen turned into a remote and quiet road, a white van suddenly drove up from behind, rubbed against Chen Xiuwen's side, and braked with a "crunch".

The sudden change scared Chen Xiuwen. He was almost hit and was about to scold him: "How did you drive?" Suddenly, the two sides of the van were pushed away from the car, and six or seven men holding sticks jumped out of the car and surrounded Chen Xiuwen at both ends.

"It's this kid, our boss said, interrupting one hand for 50,000 yuan." A sharp shout came from the car.

Chen Xiuwen was so familiar with this voice, it was the sound of the dog legs tied. Chen Xiuwen understood that the Japanese devil, Kuroda Ichiro, could not swallow the tone of his beating him, and this was specifically for revenge on him.

The six or seven people in front of him were holding guys in their hands. Chen Xiuwen's mind was very quick. He knew that he was not his opponent, so he pretended to be surprised and scared, and said, "You have recognized the wrong person."

Taking advantage of the opponent's stuttering skills, Chen Xiuwen exploded and pushed the two people in front of him away and ran away. Now, the group of people reacted and rushed forward with sticks. Seeing Chen Xiuwen running away, the dog-leg tie was anxious and quickly jumped out of the car, repeating the bounty promised by his Japanese master with a loud shout.

Originally, running was Chen Xiuwen's strength, but after staying in the detention center for fifteen days, although he was taken care of and not seriously guilty, it was all that. The food in the detention center was too bad, and he didn't see any meat at all for fifteen days. And knowing that he was going to release today, Chen Xiuwen didn't eat the prison rice inside at noon, and just walked two kilometers with hunger just now. Chen Xiuwen ran and felt his steps were a little fluttering.

The gangsters who were tying their legs behind were chasing them desperately under the bounty. The gangsters who often fought and killed on the streets were very experienced in fighting. Among them, the one who ran in the front swung the stick in his hand three or four meters across and threw it at Chen Xiuwen.

The stick hit Chen Xiuwen's back. Originally, Chen Xiuwen, who was floating under his feet, suddenly staggered and almost fell to the ground. Chen Xiuwen's speed suddenly slowed down.

A cold wind blew up from the back of my head.

With the sound of "Ah", Chen Xiuwen fell to the ground, and blood gushed out of his head suddenly spread under his body.

The gangsters were suddenly stunned by the scene in front of them. Especially the gangster leader who had just taken anger, trembled with courage and trembled at the breath of Chen Xiuwen who was lying on the ground. He vented more and had less energy, so he was obviously helpless.

"No, I'll kill someone." With a scream, the gangsters suddenly scattered.
Chapter completed!