On the day I was laid off, my brother Dalong had his leg broken. I hit him with a brick and squatted there for half a year. After being released from prison, he went south to Guangzhou and learned the rules of the rivers and lakes on rainy nights. Back in Tiexi District, Dalian, I started working on a second-hand truck and became someone everyone called "Brother Pinghe". Someone asked me how I got involved? I only say one thing: if you take your life against your brother, your brother will take his life against you. But Jianghu's bowl of rice was full of blood until the end.
