Siheyuan: I am a big capitalist after the founding of the People's Republic of China

Li Zihang sat on the sofa in the middle hall, stroking the leopard cat in his arms.

In my mind, I was recalling the events of today’s auction.

It turns out that this world is so cruel. People at the bottom of society have to beg for food in those wealthy families.

They really don't take human life seriously.

The deaths of the few people on the ring were like the death of a chicken or a duck. It did not cause any ripples.

Like fallen leaves in autumn, they died without a sound. No one would care about them, let alone their families.

Apart from all the complaints about losing money, no one sympathized with those who died.

Even the two parties in the gambling fight did not feel sad when they saw their partners die.

Although it is a new society, the old ideas and old rules of the past still permeate the entire society.

And the Nine Gates were not as magical as he thought.

They are not supernatural beings. I just think too much.

Little did he know that he was not overthinking.

It’s because the old man’s social status is too high.

He was so great that he thought he was a very important person. Whenever he met the old man, he would wag his tail obediently and sit there quietly to listen to the old man's teachings.

When you are successful, people around you will fawn on you and ask for your advice.

Everyone I meet is greeted with a smile and in a friendly manner.

There was an old saying in the past that the seventh-rank official is the prime minister’s door.

Although the old man is not the prime minister, that's the situation.

How similar.

My seventh uncle used to follow the old man and was busy running around.

Now he has transformed himself into a deputy-division-level cadre in the Municipal Grain Administration Bureau.

Now he lives in the leadership compound, and ordinary people can forget about seeing him.

The people from the neighboring yard used to play with Uncle Qi from time to time when they saw him.

Now that Uncle Seventh has left the yard, it is difficult for them to see him even if they want to.

He is a person that those people look up to. In terms of official status, he is also a big figure.

I don't know how many people ask him to do things for them.

Let’s talk about the dog.

I used to follow the old man around.

This public-private partnership was transformed into the head of the winery's logistics support department and purchasing department.

In the Li family, if you call him "Dog" or "Dog Brother", he won't argue with you.

But once you leave the Li family’s gate, you have to call him Chief Lu politely.

Since the public-private partnership, the winery has expanded greatly and added staff.

It has become a large factory with more than 5 employees. Don't underestimate a section-level cadre.

He has a lot of power.

Those who could control the life and death of the Nine Gates. Those who almost destroyed the Nine Gates. They forced the Buddha to purge the Nine Gates members. They also forced the core members of the Nine Gates to hide everywhere.

This forced Master Gou Wu, Master Jie Jiu and Huo Xiangu to go to Beijing to beg the old man for a way to survive when they were in danger.

They are the people who control the life and death of the Nine Gates.

In the old man's mouth, they are just a group of people who need not be offended.

Not being necessary doesn’t mean being afraid, nor does it mean being unable to afford to offend.

It's just that it's not worth offending them when there's no benefit.

That's why Gou Wuye and the others act as obedient as kittens in front of the old man.

He was kneeling on the ground and crying.

In Changsha City, the power of the Nine Gates is well-known in the circle.

Don’t even mention making Huo Xiangu kneel down and cry.

It's hard to even see her. She's not happy. Someone has to die.

Even in the most dangerous moments, Huo Xiangu, a woman, holding two swords, fought with others until she was bloodied and cut her way out.

Master Gou Wu, in Changsha City, before the incident, the people who wanted to curry favor with him could line up for two miles.

Anyone who wants to walk his dog has to give it a try.

In front of the old man, he still spoke carefully and gave the best puppy to Li Zihang.

Master Jie Jiu, the most calculating person in the Nine Sects, is meticulous and resourceful. But in front of the old man, he dare not say a word, for fear of making the old man unhappy.

So, it’s not that they are kind-hearted, it’s that the old man is too high-level.

High enough to decide their life or death.

So high that they have to bow their heads all the time in front of the old man.

The old man wanted to train his grandson's bloodiness.

At the auction, Liu Dawai asked the man holding the Miao Dao to exchange injuries for injuries.

The fight in the ring was extremely brutal.

This is the old man's level.

Of course, in the eyes of those who don't know, the old man is at most a rich old man, just like the group of people in the yard next door.

In their minds, the old man is just a passed-over capitalist, or a stupid capitalist who donated his property.

Summer insects can't talk about ice.

As the saying goes, he who is ignorant is fearless.

The level difference is too great, and they can't get in touch with the old man's circle at all. So they are fearless and want to take advantage of the Li family from time to time every day.

To use the words of Li Jinao from Tianjin in the past.

“I’m afraid of scaring them to death.”

In the late Qing Dynasty, Li Jinao, from government officials to local hooligans in Tianjin, had to give him some respect when hearing his name.

Such a great person,

He dressed similarly to his neighbors, in a blue shirt, long jacket, black pants, and a pair of cloth shoes.

I took the bus and went home. When I was a few blocks away, I got off and walked back. I was afraid of disturbing the neighbors.

In the lower circles, you only hear his name but never see him.

The aunts and uncles from the next yard would take advantage of his family from time to time, but he would just laugh it off.

What's worse, some people pointed at his nose and scolded him, but he didn't take it seriously.

Someone knows him and asks carefully.

"Master Li, you are being taken advantage of by your neighbor, and you are scolded by him. Aren't you angry? Why don't you give your name?"

He came.

"Sign up as the leader? I'm afraid they'll be scared to death."

Besides, no matter what time, no matter how powerful you are, you can't destroy a family or take someone's life because of a small matter.

Everything has cause and effect. If you do too many bad things, one day you will be in trouble.

By then, everyone will push the wall down and no one will even help you.

Don't underestimate small people, they seem to be easily killed.

But there are many cases where a thousand-mile river embankment collapses due to a small hole.

Small people can also be fatal.

If you kill a small person casually, no matter how perfectly you do it, there will always be some clues left.

It's okay if no one is against you, but offending someone of the same level is your most fatal handle.

So for various reasons, as long as it does not touch the bottom line of the Li family.

The old man regarded those little people as a joke and didn't take them to heart at all.

Even though Wen San might know the information about the Li family's secret room, the old man still didn't take any action against him.

And the Jia family, who always try to take advantage of others. The old man just thinks they are annoying like flies, but he won't do anything to them.

Except for the time when Li Zihang was kidnapped, which touched the bottom line of the Li family, they killed Jia Fugui and made Yi Zhonghai extinct.

I don't take anything else seriously.

Li Zihang was thinking about something and completely forgot about the cat in his arms.

The leopard cat stopped petting it when it saw Li Zihang.

Then she left his arms and ran up and down the room.

Sometimes he jumped onto the table, sometimes he grabbed the legs of the bench.

Hundreds of years old, this antique desk made of red sandalwood from the Ming Dynasty has four legs and is used as a scratching post by cats.

The legs of the table were covered with cat nail scratches, and there was white spots in some places.

At this time, the other two leopard cats also sneaked into Li Zihang's room.

The leopard cat named Dahua would use its claws to fiddle with the paintings in the blue and white porcelain painting jar in Li Zihang's study from time to time.

After a while, several scrolls were covered with fine scratches from the cat's claws.

Two of the scrolls were torn by the cat's claws. The half of the painting that was exposed outside the painting jar was torn into pieces, and the paper was scattered all over the floor.

The leopard cat named Xiaohua squatted on the desk, staring at the flock of birds in the birdhouse next to it.

Feeling bored, the three leopard cats started chasing and playing.

After a while, there was a sound of "crack". A vase on the bookshelf was knocked to the ground by Xiaohua and broke into pieces.

Because the sound of the vase breaking scared the other two cats,

Dahua got up, jumped up high, and jumped onto the small table on the bed.

There was also a covered cup on the small table.

The frightened Dahua stepped on the cup and it flew off to the ground, along with the coaster, cup, and lid, all breaking into pieces.

Li Zihang came to his senses when he heard the sound of a vase breaking.

He hurried to the study, and just as he reached the corner of the screen, he saw that his coral red, pink-glazed Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, official kiln of the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty, with a covered cup, had been broken into several pieces.

He was so angry that he wanted to kill the cat.

He was afraid of startling the cat, so he walked carefully to Luohan's bedside, then grabbed Dahua and pulled her by the scruff of the neck.

The cat was pulled by the scruff of the neck and instantly became quiet, not moving or struggling.

Then I walked to the bookshelf, looked at the little flower on it, and gently touched its head.

Before it could react, I quickly grabbed it by the scruff of its neck and carried the leopard cat in each hand.

I glanced at Sanhua again, still holding the painting in the painting tank.

Half of both paintings were torn into pieces.

His veins were bulging and his back teeth were almost broken.

The corners of his eyes twitched, and he dragged the two cats out first. He locked them in the backyard, in the cat house.

As soon as I arrived at the backyard, I met Grandma Jiu.

Grandma Jiu smiled happily and asked Li Zihang why he was walking the cat.

Li Zihang suppressed his anger and spoke through gritted teeth.

"Eat cat meat at night."

Grandma Jiu, when she heard that the cat was going to be killed, became unhappy instantly.

"Xiao Hang, you can't kill the kittens. You raised them all with your own hands."

"If you want to kill the cat, Xiao Yushui will cry and die in front of you"

Li Zihang had no time to care about Grandma Jiu, after all, there was a cat in the house.

After locking the two cats in the cat house, he angrily went back to the house and caught the other cat.

Jiu Nai saw that he was furious and quickly followed him.

It was not until I arrived at Li Zihang's study that I understood why he was angry.

Jiu Nai was even happier. She took the leopard cat from Li Zihang's hand with a smile.

While comforting Li Zihang, he petted the cat.

"Xiaohang, you clean up first. I'll put the cat in the cat house."

"Hanghang, don't be angry. Grandma is leaving first."

Li Zihang looked at the broken pieces of Ming Yongle blue and white porcelain, coiled flower patterns, and celestial globe vase scattered on the ground.

My heart is bleeding. Such a beautiful Ming Yongle official kiln vase.

It was smashed to pieces by a cat.

He went to the painting jar next to the desk and picked up the paintings that were only half left.

I opened it and it was OK. It was just a small-scale painting by Shi Tao from the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.

The other is Zhang Daqian's imitation of Tang Dynasty's Wu Daozi's painting.

The remaining few paintings that were scratched were all paintings by modern masters.

When I glanced at the side, I saw that the legs of my desk were scratched by the cat.

"My, a Ming Dynasty small-leaf red sandalwood, three-bend-legged desk~"

In Li Zihang's study, these antique calligraphy and paintings that were damaged by cats were placed in the time period from when he traveled through his previous life.

These antiques are worth hundreds of millions.

Especially the Yongle blue and white porcelain vase, Shitao's paintings, and the coral red Fengcai lidded cup.

There are also paintings by Zhang Daqian. These paintings, inside and out, are worth at least 2 million after several decades.

I was played around by three cats like this. My heart was filled with blood and I felt chilled.

No matter how many collections he has at home, no matter how valuable they are, he would still feel bad if they were damaged.