My Years in the Jianghu

The day I went to stay with my cousin, I caught her calling a client “Dad.”

Lesson one about society: my beautiful cousin was mixed up with the wrong crowd, and she even let me sleep in her bed?

I thought city life meant factory lines and dormitories.

But what I found was deceit, scheming, and steel pipes and machetes.

My cousin said, “This place eats people. You have to be fiercer than a wolf.”

I remembered that.

From throwing punches at the factory to blades flashing in the nightlife district.

From a country kid everyone could bully to “Brother Ye,” a man who made people shudder.

I only wanted to earn an honest living, but this city pushed me step by step into the very kind of man everyone feared.