Urban: My Life as a Security Guard

He served in the army for eight years. On the day he left, he slung an old military backpack over his shoulder and came alone to the unfamiliar city of Jiangcheng.

No money, no friends, nowhere to stay. A cheap hotel for thirty yuan a night, boxed meals for six yuan, an old apartment for five hundred yuan a month: this was his new life.

The head of the security team asked him, “You served in reconnaissance. Don’t you think it’s a waste to work as a security guard?”

He said, “There’s no shame in earning a living with your own skills.”

His name was Chen Long. An ordinary veteran, working security in an unfamiliar city.

No one knew that over the next seven years, this quiet, taciturn man would become the guardian of an office building, the support everyone could rely on, and the person she trusted most in her life.

He caught thieves, saved lives, took punches from thugs, and talked people down from rooftops.

He helped his buddies scrape together money, watched an old man’s granddaughter, taught new recruits to use their radios, and led his team from last place to a perfect rating.

He turned down high salaries, temptations, and girls who confessed their feelings for him.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like them. He was afraid: afraid he wasn’t good enough, afraid he couldn’t give her the security she wanted, afraid he’d have to leave again one day.

Until he met her.

A rich heiress, fresh out of college, with a line of suitors stretching all the way to the river. Yet she fell for a security guard.

“Chen Long, you’re the most clueless man I’ve ever met. Other guys woo girls with sweet talk, flowers, and gifts. What about you? You say nothing and do nothing.”

“I don’t know how to do those things.”

“I know. That’s why I like you.”

In seven years, he went from a stranger to part of this city.

In seven years, he went from being alone to