Chapter 11 Gong Ruomei

The train carriages of the Republic of China were divided into first class, second class, and third class. The farther away from the locomotive, the higher the class.
Looking at the hard seats, the passengers sitting side by side, and the floating coal dust, Zheng Wenjie decisively put the ticket bought by Qi Yu in his pocket and walked to the back carriage.

I am a vampire zombie, but instead of playing music, dancing and enjoying myself, I am just sitting on a train and getting covered in dust. Even my generals would give me the middle finger.

He walked through the crowd and walked four carriages before getting from the third-class carriage at the front of the train to the second-class carriage. He patted the locked door of the carriage, and the attendant in the compartment impatiently opened the lock and let Zheng Wenjie in.

Zheng Wenjie didn't waste any time, took out his ticket and told the conductor to change it.

The attendant looked at Zheng Wenjie sideways, then said leisurely, "Sir, is this your first time taking a train? Tickets sold are non-refundable."

Zheng Wenjie took out five dollars from his jacket pocket and asked, "How much is the ticket?"

"Six dollars!"

"How much is a third-class ticket?"

"If you want to upgrade, just upgrade. Why are you talking so much?"

After looking at the closed doors, Zheng Wenjie looked at the attendant curiously: "Such a bad attitude? Didn't you see that I'm wearing a police uniform?"

The conductor sneered, "What's the matter? Commander, you don't have money to ride the bus, so you want to take a free ride?"

Not wanting to argue with him, Zheng Wenjie took out a dollar from his belt and handed it to him along with the five dollars in his hand.

"Sir, it's seven dollars now." After taking the dollars, the flight attendant spoke again.

Zheng Wenjie was amused. He took out a gun and pointed it at the flight attendant's head. He touched his ear with his left hand and asked, "What did you just say?"

The flight attendant looked at the gun with disdain and slapped it away with his hand: "Sir, who are you trying to scare? Why don't you try shooting it?"

For a moment, Zheng Wenjie was a little nervous. He was not afraid of being pointed at by the police with a gun. Is he that powerful?

Watching Zheng Wenjie put the gun back into his gun bag, the flight attendant said disdainfully: "I have been traveling all over the country for so many years, who are you trying to scare with a gun? I have encountered gangsters before, why would I be afraid of a black dog like you?"

After putting down the gun, Zheng Wenjie clenched his fist, grabbed the flight attendant with his left hand, and pressed the flight attendant's head with his right hand to give him a physical massage in rhythm with the shaking of the car wall.

After letting go, Zheng Wenjie looked at the unconscious flight attendant who had collapsed to the ground. He picked up the six dollars scattered on the ground and couldn't help but stretched out his index finger to touch the flight attendant's bleeding forehead.

"What kind of car are you driving? You're more arrogant than me."

Zheng Wenjie put his index finger in his mouth, licked it, and spat. The compartment between the carriages was only a quarter of the size of the carriages, and was even more shaky. The unconscious attendant occupied nearly half of the area.

Zheng Wenjie pushed people to the side before entering the second-class carriage.

The second-class carriage is obviously not of the same level as the third-class carriage, with spacious cushions and bright decoration.

Most of the seats in this carriage were empty. The remaining people were either reading or sleeping, so what was happening in the compartment did not attract any attention.

Hmm? Zheng Wenjie suddenly felt someone staring at him. He looked towards the window in the middle. A beautiful woman wearing a felt hat was looking at him. When she saw Zheng Wenjie looking at her, she turned her head and looked out the window. Zheng Wenjie had a feeling that this woman knew what happened in the quarantine.

He sat down opposite the woman. Although she was pretty, she was nothing special to Zheng Wenjie, who was well-informed on the Internet.

The difficult part is this kind of temperament, which is cold and noble, as if there is a layer between him and everyone else. The charm in his eyebrows gives people a sense of efficiency and neatness.

It was the high-necked black cheongsam that covered her slender neck, which made Zheng Wenjie feel a little regretful.

Zheng Wenjie asked curiously: "What were you staring at me for?"

There was definitely no one who saw Zheng Wenjie when he took action, and the doors of the carriage were all made of solid wood with no openings, but the woman's eyes seemed to speak, as if she knew everything.

The woman looking out the window didn't turn around and said, "I heard it." This woman is a bit cold.

"Do you know how much a second-class carriage from Anqing County to Qincheng costs?"

"do not know."

"The flight attendant first wanted to charge me six dollars, and then he changed it to seven dollars."

"Ah."

Zheng Wenjie looked at the woman's profile as she kept looking out the window. He didn't care about her cold reply at all, because he knew she didn't want to talk to him.

Zheng Wenjie continued to ask: "How did you hear it?"

"That's what I heard."

From childhood to adulthood, what Gong Ruomei heard the most was the sound of fists colliding and the sound of bones breaking. The sharp ears and eyes given by the martial arts that she had practiced into her bones allowed her to clearly hear the noises in the compartment of the carriage. She was familiar with these sounds.

Zheng Wenjie told himself not to make things difficult for himself, but this woman had an inexplicable attraction that made Zheng Wenjie unable to control himself.

"Are you a god or a monster? You can hear that." Zheng Wenjie made a joke, but unexpectedly the woman turned around and said seriously, "Neither a god nor a monster."

"If you're not a god or a monster, then you can't hear it."

"If you master martial arts, you will naturally be able to hear." Gong Ruomei raised her eyebrows and said seriously.

Zheng Wenjie took off his police hat and placed it on the table, leaning back on the cushions. It was too easy to deal with a woman who could be provoked by a joke. "Practicing martial arts, are you telling me a joke? How can you fly after mastering martial arts?"

The woman stopped talking and looked out the window again.

Zheng Wenjie was a little embarrassed. He sat up straight and leaned his arms on the table. Zheng Wenjie asked, "Is it really that amazing? What kind of Kung Fu do you practice?"

Seeing the woman no longer paying attention to him, Zheng Wenjie continued, "I've read in the newspaper. Do you know Ye Wen, the best martial artist in Foshan? I plan to become his disciple."

Gong Ruomei pursed her lips and looked at Zheng Wenjie: "You want to go to Foshan? Now that place is occupied by Japanese people."

"That's why I want to go even more." Zheng Wenjie continued with a playful smile: "Are you really that good at martial arts? You look so slim, can you catch a chicken?"

Gong Ruomei felt a little depressed after listening to this. It had been a very uneasy journey. She rescued a man from the Japanese on a train in the Northeast, and then met a rude policeman on a train in Qin Province. She thought he was a martial artist, but there was no sign of martial arts training on his body.

"It's okay to hit you." Gong Ruomei looked at Zheng Wenjie with cold eyes.

"Aren't you afraid that I will arrest you with a warrant? You still want to hit the police? Look at your temporary hat, it's made of leather, right? And your thick cheongsam, you can tell at a glance that you are not from Qin Province."

Seeing that Gong Ruomei's expression didn't change at all, and she was still expressionless and cold, Zheng Wenjie couldn't say anything more. This look was indeed getting more and more piercing, but now that he had said this,

"What's your name? What are you doing in Qin Province? Tell the truth when the police ask you questions! Otherwise, I'll put you in jail." Zheng Wenjie said seriously.
Gong Ruomei tried hard to hold back her anger, not wanting to argue with this vulgar policeman, so she dragged him out of the school and told him to shut up: "I am a student at Northwestern University."

When Zheng Wenjie heard this, he thought, what a coincidence, isn’t this mission to escort students from Northwestern University?
"Isn't your university relocating? Why don't you just go to the rear area?"

"What does it have to do with you? If you say another word, I'll tell the teacher when we get back to school."

"Are you threatening me? What can you do to me if you tell the teacher?"

Gong Ruomei raised her eyebrows and looked at Zheng Wenjie who didn't care at all and asked coldly, "Aren't you afraid that your black skin will be stripped off?"

Zheng Wenjie was a little confused. When did a student dare to be so arrogant as to threaten the police to strip off her police uniform? What kind of young lady is this?

(End of this chapter)