Chen Zikun's move was too vicious, he found these twelve men from Changxin Store, all of whom were honest and kind-hearted farmers. They were treated to white steamed buns and braised pork head every day, and after eating their fill, they were given new clothes to wear and taken on a tour of Beijing. After three days, the men were so moved that they would have been willing to give him their hearts.

  To talk about this toilet cleaning, there's actually no technicality to speak of. It's just that the men in Beijing found it too bothersome and let some refugees from Hebei and Shandong provinces monopolize the industry. The twelve good men at Changxin Shop were all originally from farming families and were used to dealing with manure fertilizer. What city people thought was dirty, they saw as top-quality farm fertilizer.

  With a loud shout, Wang Dongliang led his twelve brothers, each carrying a bucket and a shovel, to the battlefield with great enthusiasm. After three days of preparation, the men were eager to unleash their pent-up energy. When they saw the large amount of feces, they rushed towards it like they had seen treasure, shouting and embracing it tightly, afraid to let even a single bit spill over.

  Their passionate work attitude moved the residents of Shi Zhi Ma Street to tears, and the crowd rushed to tell each other that the night soil team from the Guangxu Emperor's time had returned.

  Some older men and women brought out teapots and tea cups from their homes, inviting the night soil workers to have a break and drink some tea. The men simply shook their heads with a foolish grin: "Not thirsty, not tired." Then they continued to work hard. The old men and women praised them, took out copper coins to reward them, but the men suddenly changed color: "You're scolding me!" They firmly refused.

  People are compared to people, and some are so annoying that they make others feel like they're not human. There's a group of sanitation workers who are just like Lei Feng, but the opposite. They're lazy, corrupt, and only do things that harm others. When people talk about them, both old and young masters curse them loudly, wishing to never deal with these people again.

  It was at this time that Yu De Shun, with his mouth open, rushed over with a crowd of people. His greatest reliance was on the monopoly of feces transportation and sales channels. In fact, this so-called monopoly is extremely fragile, as long as one is willing to put in the effort, it can be broken through instantly. Chen Zi Kun did just that, and he succeeded.

  Yu De was stunned, and the guys from Yu Ji's factory were also stunned. They had to admit that the other person did a great job, it was authentic and left them speechless.

  Yu De Shun regretted it in his heart, if he had known earlier, he wouldn't have sold the flavor. When neighbors came to ask for their own, it would be better to have a slope under the donkey. Now it's gotten to this point, the toilet is completely lost, there's no place to reason.

  He was unwilling to accept defeat, knowing that the area inside Xuanwu Gate was densely populated and had a high output. The several alleys nearby could make a lot of money in a year. When people panicked, they became even more chaotic. Moreover, Yu De Shun was originally a second-rate rascal, who was not worthy of consideration in terms of courage or means. Seeing the white silver dollars about to flow away, he immediately became anxious and led his subordinates to rush forward and block the way of the cart. Without saying a word, he grabbed a brick from the side of the road and smashed it onto his own head with a "bang". He fell to the ground with blood all over his face and lay under the wheel of the cart.

  This is outrageous, the simple farmers of Changxin Village have never seen this before, they were immediately flustered, Yu Ji's feces husbands took advantage of people who didn't know how to reason, loudly scolding them. They were originally also honest farmers, after digging feces in the city for a few years, they gradually became accustomed to the bad habits of lazy and idle second-rate sons, digging feces was not their strong suit, but playing tricks on country bumpkins was something they excelled at.

  Even the most rustic farmers are not made of clay, and after a few rounds, both sides started fighting. They were all untrained rough laborers who had never practiced martial arts before, and they just flailed about wildly in one place. It was lively, but there was no skill to be seen at all.

  This time the patrolmen arrived quite promptly. A shrill police whistle, dozens of patrolmen descended from the sky, and all the people were taken away to the police station.

  The dust settled, and only two dung carts and a field of dung shovels were left at the scene. The mules pulling the carts snorted loudly, standing quietly.

  In the city, Wang Tengliang, who had pulled a rickshaw before, was relatively quick-witted and saw the police coming, slipped into a small alley, waited for the police to leave, and then escaped back to the Ziguang Car Factory, reporting to Chen Zikun: "Boss, something big has gone wrong, all the brothers have been caught by the police."

  Chen Zikong was sitting in a reclining chair reading "A History of Chinese Literature", calm and composed, unmoved by the changing circumstances. He put down the book and said: "What's the hurry? The sky hasn't fallen yet."

  Xue Ping said, "These patrol officers didn't come early or late, but came at this exact moment. This is a deliberate trap! Alas, the two characters for 'official' are indeed like a mouth. This time we've fallen into their snare."

  Chen Zikong smiled and said: "Uncle Xue, why are you also in a hurry? We don't need to be in a hurry. There's someone who is even more anxious than us."

  ……

  As expected, the neighbors on Shi Zong Ma Street were alarmed. They had all lived for half their lives and who couldn't see through the trick? It must be Yu De Shun and the police station colluding to cheat people.

  They couldn't afford to offend Yu De Shun, that was not a trivial matter of putting down their airs and digging up dung, but the police station was different, they had a lot of tricks up their sleeves. A group of neighbors rushed to the front of a large mansion at the west end of Shi Zhi Ma Street, this place was not ordinary, it used to be the residence of Keqin County King of the Qing Dynasty, and now it was the residence of former Premier Xiong Xiling.

  In this turmoil, the Xiong Mansion was also severely affected. The three toilets in the mansion were filled to the brim, and just now a few diligent toilet cleaners came to clean them up spotlessly. Before leaving, they even sprinkled lime and sprayed disinfectant, refusing any tips or even water. At this moment, the butler is reporting to Mr. Xiong Huiling.

  When the doorman reported that a group of neighbors had come to visit, Mr. Xiong didn't dare to neglect them and personally received them. Those who could visit were all public servants, teachers, doctors and other social elites. The host and guests sat down and chatted, then brought up the recent health issues, hoping that Mr. Xiong would come out and preside over justice.

  Xiong Xiling listened and thought for a moment, then said: "Someone come, take my note to the police station, let their captain come to me to report, what's going on with this case."

  "And to the people of Beijing, I say: 'Don't worry, I have long considered the issue of municipal sanitation in Beijing. The monopoly of the sewage industry, the filthy and chaotic state of the city, as well as the laziness and extortion that come with it, have severely impacted the lives of our citizens. Reform is imminent, and this time we will definitely give an account to everyone, to all the people of Beijing.'"

  The crowd dispersed at last.

  After sending off the neighbors, Xiong Xiling said to the butler: "Today's batch of servants did a good job, who is their master?"

  "Butler said: 'I heard that he is the boss of a car factory nearby, young and promising, self-made, and still under twenty years old this year.'"

  Xiong Xiling showed great interest: "Oh, I'd like to meet him."

  ……

  The Ziguangche Factory had its gate wide open, with Xue Ping-shun sitting inside smoking a tobacco pipe and Wang Dama sitting opposite him in the sunlight mending clothes. Suddenly, they saw someone come in from outside, dressed neatly and behaving elegantly, who asked politely: "Excuse me, is this the residence of Mr. Chen Zikong?"

  "Who are you?" Xue Ping Shun asked as he stood up.

  "I am Xiong Gui, the steward of Xiong Gong Guan. Our master would like to invite Master Chen over for a chat." The visitor handed over an invitation card, and Xue Ping Shun took it and almost fell to the ground.

  Former Premier Mr. Xiong Xiling has come to invite Da Kezi with a visiting card!

  "Please come in, please come in." Xue Ping Shun hastily greeted.

  Xiong Guanjia smiled and said: "I won't go in, you can just pass it on for me."

  "Done." Xue Ping Shun saw off Master Bear with a smile, and then ran into the main house like flying, holding up the invitation card and shouting: "Big pot, guess who's inviting you!"

  Chen Zikong smiled and said: "I guess it should be our neighbor, the old gentleman Xiong Xiling of Keqin County Wangfu."

  Xue Pingshun was shocked: "Dakuizi, you knew it before I did!"

  "Heh heh, in the residential alleys near Shi Zhi Ma Da Jie, only Xiong Lao has such prestige. And with Uncle Xue being so excited, if I still can't guess it, then I'm an idiot."

  "It's indeed, Da Ke Zi you're truly prescient, with Old Bear making an appearance, this matter will definitely be settled successfully. What's more, don't just sit there, hurry up and change your clothes to go over, Premier Bear is waiting for you at the mansion."

  Xue Pingshun urged hastily, but Chen Zikong was calm and composed: "What's the hurry? It's not like I asked to see him."

  Although it was said, he still changed into the guest's clothes and came to the Xiong residence. After all, it was the former Wangfu, with a five-open-door facade that was quite majestic. In front of the Xiong residence, even the seven-product officials were arrogant, not looking at people with a straight eye.

  Chen Zikun stepped forward, handed over the name card, and casually gave a big tip. The doorman's face lit up like a chrysanthemum as he quickly went in to report. Before long, he came out and said, "Mr. Chen, please come in." He led Chen Zikun inside.

  The phrase "the gate is deep like the sea" is not false at all. The Xiong Mansion, which was just a former Qing dynasty prince's mansion, was already dazzlingly large. The doorman led Chen Zikun through several gates and turned several corners before arriving at Master Xiong's small reception hall.

  As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw a high-ranking police officer walking towards him. It was Li Dingbang, the police chief who had dealt with Chen Zikun at the Ma residence. The police chief's badge indicated that his position was the head of the inner city police station. Today, he had arrested a group of troublemakers who were fighting and causing a disturbance. Originally, it was just a small matter that didn't attract attention, but unexpectedly, it startled Old Bear, who summoned Li Dingbang for a good scolding.

  Li Dingbang was furious. Although Xiong Xiling had already stepped down, he had been the Premier of the State Council after all, and in terms of status and position, he was far superior to Li's own rank as police chief. So Li could only meekly lower his head and accept the scolding, making up his mind that when he got back, he would give Ma Lao Wu a good scolding, it was all because of this kid, who didn't know how to handle things properly, and had offended Old Master Xiong for the sake of a nobody.

  Unexpectedly, he met his old rival Chen Zikun at the Xiong Mansion. Li Dingbang suddenly thought that this matter must have something to do with Chen, and his heart grew even more resentful. On the surface, however, he was polite and courteous, and even greeted him: "Mr. Chen, you're also here. I still have business to attend to, let's meet again later."

  Chen Zikong also politely said: "Li Jingzheng, it's been a while since we last met, let's take some time to have a good drink together."

  The two men exchanged false pleasantries, and Chen Zikun entered the small parlor. Xiong Xiling, in his fifties, wore a long gown and a large cloak, with white hair and a warm smile, without any airs, inviting Chen Zikun to sit down and ordering the servant to serve tea. After some small talk, he said: "There's something that puzzles me, I don't know if Mr. Chen can enlighten me."

  "What's going on?"

  "You're just a car factory owner, why are you getting involved in Beijing's sewage industry?"

  Chen Zikun smiled and said with a smile: "I didn't plan to intervene in the feces industry, I just did my own thing."

  "What? How can you say that?"

  "The ancients said, 'If one's own house is not swept clean, how can the whole world be swept clean?' If we, the youth of the Republic of China, cannot even solve the hygiene problems in our own homes and alleys, and are unable to deal with a group of ignorant and stupid people, then how can we strive for greatness and make the glory of our 5,000-year-old Chinese nation resound throughout the world?"

  "Well said!" Xiong Xiling applauded, he originally thought the other party was just a young businessman with some business acumen and sense of justice, but unexpectedly turned out to be a knowledgeable young man with quite a bit of thought, suddenly giving him a great feeling of having found a treasure.

  "Whom did you learn from, young man?" asked Xiong Xiling.

  "My Chinese teacher was Mr. Liu Shipei and my English teacher was Mr. Gu Hongming." Chen Zikun replied calmly.

  Xiong Xiling stood up respectfully: "So you are the disciples of these two great masters of national studies."