The Wenhao system helped me become a killer

"Grandpa Zhang, goodbye~"

"Grandpa Zhang, remember to leave the door open for me tomorrow~"

"Hey, thank you Grandpa Zhang for this morning~"

After school, the energetic children scattered like rabbits released from a cage. However, several of them politely thanked the security guard sitting at the door.

Old man Zhang is a rare security guard who is very popular among students, and there are many students who like him.

"Okay, go home early! Be careful on the road, and don't worry if you're late in the morning. Safety comes first, okay?"

"Isn't it just a cup of hot water? Come next time when you need water, and I'll fill the thermos for you!"

"Alas, those takeouts are not very healthy. If you are craving for something, just tell me. I was quite skilled when I was young, and I can cook you some braised eggs or meat as a snack."

Zhang Ruolin smiled and explained everything to the children passing by. The scar on his face did not look hideous but rather showed a bit of kindness.

Looking at those lively and cheerful children, he seemed to be very happy too, and looked like a retired old man.

When Zhang Ruolin was young, he envied the young master who could carry a schoolbag to school. He envied and wanted to be that kind of person. Unfortunately, he didn't have such an opportunity. But now, looking at these children, he feels much more at ease.

Seeing that all the children in the school were leaving, Zhang Ruolin walked into the school quickly with a flashlight and took a look around. Looking at the brand new and spacious classrooms, Zhang Ruolin's eyes were full of satisfaction.

Back to the duty room at the door, no one knew that there was a separate room inside. Although it was small, it had everything, even the latest color TV that was very expensive on the market.

Zhang Ruolin was in a good mood and used the rice cooker to make himself a beef stew with potatoes and fried some peanuts. He also had a glass of wine. Such a day was something he could never have dreamed of when he was young.

Zhang Ruolin squinted his eyes and watched the exciting spy film on TV. He laughed while watching it, and occasionally smiled with his head down, and a little bit of tears flashed in the corners of his eyes. The real undercover life is not so smooth, and a lot of sacrifices are common.

Zhang Ruolin looked through the transparent glass again. Even though the campus was already empty, he felt a bit alive. If he could choose freely again, he might be more determined than before and would not back down like a coward again.

Zhang Ruolin thought back on his life. Actually, come to think of it, just as Miss Shen said, he was really quite like the male protagonist. It was a pity that his female protagonist did not live to see this prosperous era together.

Zhang Ruolin has forgotten his original name, and he prefers his current name. He has been in the opera troupe since he can remember. On weekdays, he practices with his senior brothers and watches his senior brothers and sisters who have already graduated perform on stage.

It was really hard, standing with a bowl on your head, biting chopsticks to practice qigong, somersaults, etc. It was common to be beaten and starved if you didn't do it well. The sweat flowed down your cheeks on the wounds that had just been torn open, and the feeling was simply amazing. The days when you were half-starved and desperately drank water to fill your stomach seemed so far away from him, and the memory of them was a little fuzzy.

I vaguely remember that the summer sun made people dizzy, and the cold wind in winter seemed more piercing than a steel knife.

At that time, his dream was still very simple, that is, he wanted to become a star, he didn't have any big ideas, just because he became a star, the boss, that is, the master, gave him more money, and the big men gave him more tips. In this way, he could have enough food to eat, speak with confidence, and not be beaten by the master whenever he wanted.

Zhang Ruolin remembered that he didn't even have a formal name at that time. He remembered that his senior brothers often called him the "Seventh Kid". Oh, he was the seventh one in this wave to be trained.

Originally, days like this were quite promising, but unfortunately the world was not peaceful. He couldn't even remember who in the troupe had accidentally offended the adults who came to watch the show!

If you offend such a person, you will need to do something personally. Just a simple gesture and the entire troupe will face a catastrophe.

It's not easy for the troupe owner and the master, let alone a young actor like him who has only performed a few times.

Zhang Ruolin took a sip of wine and thought with a sigh, if the troupe had disbanded directly at that time, perhaps the brothers would not have sacrificed themselves. Oh, at that time, errand runners like them could not be called sacrifices. They could only be said to be small cannon fodder in the struggle between big men according to the popular saying now. Even if the days after that were a little harder and more tiring, it would give them a better chance of survival, right?

The master's son came back and said passionately that he would lead everyone to do something big. Zhang Ruolin could not read or understand the big principles at that time, he just followed his brothers.

Shanghai is really prosperous! It was the first time that Zhang Ruolin saw the glass windows that were so bright that they almost reflected light, and the houses that were so tall and solid. Everything was so novel.

Unfortunately, such good things were beyond the reach of a ragged, dirt-covered bumpkin like him.

The master's son rented rickshaws for them and asked them to help gather information while pulling the rickshaws.

Zhang Ruolin was really, really happy at the beginning. He ran in the streets and alleys of Shanghai every day. Even though his feet were swollen and his calves were swollen after a few days, and the scorching sun and cold wind made him look much more haggard, he still felt very happy.

This feeling of being able to run freely is really great, no need to stand still and practice music every day, trapped in a small courtyard. However, soon, Zhang Ruolin could no longer laugh.

One of my senior brothers was beaten to death because he didn't notice a gravel on the ground when he was pulling a cart, which caused the so-called nobleman in the car behind to be bumped. After the other party got off the car, he was furious and kicked my senior brother several times. Perhaps he was in a bad mood and didn't know how to control his strength, so my senior brother naturally didn't hold on.

Yes, there were several brothers who were not suited to the job of pulling a cart. After all, they were trained as Qingyi women in the first place, and they had to be thin and have a slender figure so that they could have a graceful and elegant posture.

The original idea of ​​making great achievements or gaining a foothold in such a prosperous area was quickly shattered by the cruelty of reality.

But no matter how hard or tiring it is, life has to go on, right? After Zhang Ruolin got familiar with this prosperous city, he gradually developed his own little thoughts. After all, even if he had to complete the tasks assigned by his superiors, he could also find a way to make himself feel better, right?

Unfortunately, he was originally detained by the master in the yard to practice martial arts, and he had no knowledge at all. Even if he wanted to change, he had no direction or method.

He doesn't have any skills to make a living, what should he do?