The Nation’s Greatest Villain
This is an age ruled by bandits, where the wealth accumulated by the Chinese people over thousands of years is plundered by those so-called European gentlemen—clad in suits and bowler hats—through the most barbaric, shameless, despicable, and base means imaginable. He is not saving China; he is merely playing a game of civility with those so-called civilized men.
The Nation’s Greatest Villain
"Let's break up."
The girl's voice was soft and gentle, yet when it reached Yang Xiaolin's ears, it was like a bolt of lightning. The hand holding the spatula froze in midair. "Why?"
"Why? I would like to know that too! Why do other men go out to strive and make money, while you are content to remain a neighborhood police officer and refuse to leave? Every day you help old men and women find their keys, or help wealthy families search for their lost dogs—do you really find that meaningful?"
Her voice was loud, her agitation unmistakable, hands gesturing emphatically in the air. "You earn just over two thousand yuan a month—do you think that's enough for us to buy a car or a house?"
Yang Xiaolin said nothing, setting the spatula down to let her continue justifying her departure.
"Other people know how to get a side job after work, but you just do laundry and cook at home, or else you tinker with your toy guns—"
"They're model guns," Yang Xiaolin interjected.
She sneered, clearly annoyed. "Fine! Model guns!"
"You have time to be a moderator on that military forum, working for free. The owner of the Hightide Nightclub has come to you many times; he said if you just go over there every evening, he'd give you five thousand a month in cash, but you say you have no time!"
Yang Xiaolin turned off the gas stove, lit a cigarette, and took a long, hard drag, still without saying a word.
The girl kept talking. "
