An Beiqi

The name Song Aqi was fairly well-known around the area. Whenever people heard that something had happened in Old Longgang, someone was bound to bring him up.

“Where’s Song Aqi? Has he stepped in?”

“Could this have something to do with Song Aqi again?”

“All right, keep it down.”

An old voice rang out.

“He’s a big shot in the Security Bureau now, not the bald Aqi he used to be. Watch what you say.”

Song Aqi, mingling with the crowd, heard the long-forgotten nickname and curled his lip. He couldn’t believe people were still dredging up old history. Furious, he shouted, “I’m not bald anymore! Don’t believe me? Take a look!”

The moment he said it, the people around him scattered like they’d seen the plague. Only one shameless-looking fellow remained, standing there with one hand pointing at his head and the other on his hip.