Butcher Ding Cuts Up an Ox (Part 1)

  The next morning, Wang Jian got up from bed before dawn and went to the public toilet to wash up as usual.

  Although this is a public toilet, in this relatively high-end community, it is swept every day but rarely used, and even if used, it's just to wash hands or touch up makeup. Yesterday, only Wang Jian took a bath and used the toilet inside. In Wang Jian's opinion, this toilet is cleaner than the village chief's master bedroom and his university dormitory.

  After brushing teeth and washing face, the sky gradually brightened, although the grayish white sky still shone with stars, it had already subtly revealed a hint of dawn blue.

  What attracted Wang Jian to this neighborhood, apart from being able to owe rent, were two important points: the large number of pet dogs in the neighborhood and the presence of a small fitness park.

  Wang Jian loves dogs, no matter what kind of dog he likes very much. Although he is a drifter and has no qualifications to raise dogs, this does not prevent him from becoming bosom friends with more than a dozen dogs in the community within one day. Moreover, Wang Jian also likes to exercise, and the single and double bars and plum blossom piles here just meet Wang Jian's requirements.

  As for his physical fitness, it's not worth mentioning. Apart from starving to death if he doesn't eat, all the other indicators are almost identical to those of a Terminator. Doing 800 pull-ups with one hand is just a warm-up exercise, and he can easily break the world record in the 100-meter dash. As for why, Wang Jian himself can't explain it clearly. He simply has always been able to do these things since childhood. According to his own speculation, this might have something to do with the old carpenter making him take baths in some kind of stinky water when he was young. At that time, he was almost nauseated and didn't have the energy to figure out what it was...

  After finishing the simple exercise, Wang Jian took out the earthworms soaked in strong liquor last night from the bucket one by one and spread them on a wooden board to let the earthworms air dry naturally. Although they couldn't be dried hard, at least they didn't look so disgusting.

  Now that things have been done, the sky has completely brightened up. Wang Jian stretched his waist, took off his vest that showed off his figure, put on his only hundred-yuan dress shirt, slung a synthetic leather bag over his shoulder, locked the garage door and was ready to leave.

  Just as he locked the door and turned to leave, he was confronted by the old man from yesterday. The old man was holding a bowl of soy milk and fried dough sticks, wearing a thick spring and autumn shirt, with his snow-white hair combed neatly, looking extremely radiant.

  "Run, where to run?"

  The old man grabbed Wang Jian's arm and pulled him towards home.

  "Let's go and have breakfast."

  Wang Jian quickly withdrew his hand, pulled out two cold mantou from his bag and stuffed them into his mouth: "I understand, I still have to go for an interview. It's twenty miles away from here, if I don't leave now, I won't make it."

  "Then that stool..." The old man thought for a moment, nodded heavily: "Alright, no matter how well you fix it or not, I'll get my youngest to introduce you to a job."

  Wang Jian walked out of the neighborhood while humming a tune:

  "This guy is hopeless, can't rely on others, don't try to persuade me anymore, or else we won't even be able to be friends."

  The old man was taken aback, and immediately let go of his hand. He certainly understood Wang Jian's meaning, his words had already been very clear, he actually didn't have a complete grasp on repairing that stool, if he couldn't repair it well, then he would also promise to solve the work problem for him, this family would definitely say Wang Jian was a swindler, back and forth, and in the end, it really would be a case of "no deal and no good faith", which would be a loss whichever way you looked at it.

  "Don't rush, after the materials are brought over, put the bone powder into the banana leaf water to simmer. When it's done, I'll be back soon. One catty of beef bones and two taels of dog bones, seven parts of banana water. See you later."

  The old man saw Wang Jian's attitude was very firm, and he could only give up. After watching Wang Jian slowly disappear in the morning sunlight at the entrance of the community, he sighed and turned back to his home.

  Wang Jian had to start the interview today, otherwise, if he didn't work, he would starve and freeze to death in a foreign land or be forced into a life of crime, which was unbearable for Wang Jian.

  Today he had a total of four interview targets, lined up in a straight line from near to far, with the nearest and farthest being schools, while the two in the middle were a bookstore and a fitness club.

  Going to the school for an interview was purely a matter of luck, he had a teacher's certificate, but after all, he was an outsider, although he went to university, because of some reason he couldn't get his graduation certificate, as an expelled college student, there was no reason why he could be recruited by such an institution, unless... unless this world was really created by Koreans.

  As for his other two goals, the bookstore was just a detour, and the real goal was that gym club. It's said to be one of the best in the country. As a coach, you can earn 6-7 thousand per month, which is stable. During this time, he'll figure out how to get his graduation certificate sorted out, so at least he won't have to give up on his dreams due to financial struggles.

  As expected, when Wang Jian went to the first school for an interview, he couldn't even get in the door and was rejected directly over the phone. Although the person in charge of admissions at the school spoke very politely and tactfully on the phone, Wang Jian knew right away that this school was absolutely out of the question. However, this wasn't a blow as he had already prepared himself for it, and even if his hopes were dashed, it wasn't a big deal.

  It was the second bookstore that refused his reason, which made people a bit unbelievable, actually because Wang Jian is a man and refused... This reason made Wang Jian cry and laugh, finally he looked at the full store of female employees and the only male boss, San Ye suddenly enlightened... gave the boss a tacit understanding eye and quietly withdrew, the bookstore boss even sent Wang Jian a ride because of this eye, and also gave Wang Jian a pack of cigarettes.

  Thanks to the hitchhike, Wang Jian arrived at the gym club half an hour earlier than expected, so he had enough time to observe his main target for this trip.

  This fitness club is one of the best in the country, with many celebrity photos on the promotional brochure at the entrance. The membership card prices are also frighteningly expensive, with a monthly card costing 3,000 yuan and a VIP card priced as high as 100,000 yuan.

  Of course, the truly wealthy don't care about this. They always choose the expensive option, not the right one. In Wang Jian's understanding, what is fitness? The best fitness is to find a river beach, take off your clothes and pants, and toss around in it for a day. You don't need to go every day, just going 150 days a year guarantees that everyone will have a healthy body and sexy skin after two years.

  Having money is really a waste of one's skills.

  Wang Jian studied the price list for a while and then walked in. But just a few steps later, he was stopped by the security guard:

  "Sorry, this is a private place. You can't just go in."

  To be honest, this security guard is either a formally trained professional or some random guy off the street. If he were any good, he would have used his rubber baton to chase Wang Jian out of there long ago. Although some nouveau riche people dress like they just came from a street stall, you can still tell at a glance whether someone has money or not. Based on this security guard's keen eye and experience, if Wang Jian were a nouveau riche person, he would definitely be checking out the posters of those second- or third-rate celebrities wearing swimsuits and showing off their butts, not the membership price list that nobody pays attention to next to them...

  "I'm here for an interview."

  "Applying for a job?"

  The security guard looked up and down at Wang Jian, but this guy, although his figure was quite masculine, was far from the standard required for the job. After all, the requirements here were for those with a B-cup or above, who could make housewives scream every night with just a bit of oil. But what about Wang Jian? Putting aside his clothes and appearance, he exuded a bookish air all over. Perhaps someone like him would be more suitable for playing the role of teacher and student in a nightclub with rich women, but to deal with these deep, lustful housewives, this physique was absolutely inadequate.

  So he looked at Wang Jian for a while and shook his head: "Go back, this is not your place."

  Wang Jian saw that he had been sizing him up for so long, guessing that others were disdainful of his appearance not being that of a muscular man. So, without saying a word, he took a step forward, his face almost sticking to the security guard's face. Then, with a sudden burst of force from his hand, within the short distance of less than five centimeters, Wang Jian's inch-force directly struck the security guard's chest.

  At that time, the security guard felt like he had been hit by a motorcycle. The 1.85-meter-tall giant couldn't stand still and kept retreating backwards, directly crashing into the wall behind him, making a dull thud sound like a big hammer hitting the cement floor, "Dong" echoed far away.

  After the dull sound came, the security guard's face turned green. He was also a person who had practiced for a few days, and the tone just now, if it was someone who fell somewhere and made that sound, the impact would be at least from falling from the third floor, and still landing head first. Breaking a few bones is absolutely normal, and if you're unlucky, your brain matter could splatter out.

  "May I come in?"

  Wang Jian reached out and pulled the still frightened security guard, then gave him an apologetic smile: "Sorry about that just now."

  After being stimulated by Wang Jian, the security brother finally came to his senses. His first task was to feel his chest and back, he felt for a long time and found that he didn't hurt at all, not only did he not hurt, but he also didn't feel any discomfort. However, when he turned around, he was scared out of his wits, the floating steel plate on the wall behind him had been nailed in by that one move, the thick steel plate and the wall were tightly sealed together, without a single gap visible, leaving a pile of dust on the ground that had fallen from the wall.

  Wang Jian looked at his expression, shrugged, stuffed a cigarette into his mouth, and patted him on the shoulder: "Sorry."

  After finishing speaking, Wang Jian didn't bother with him anymore and walked straight into the hall. Following the direction of the signboard, he arrived at the door of the manager's office and knocked gently twice...