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

The old man drove to the gate of a large courtyard with three entrances in Xicheng District. He got out of the car and asked his entourage to knock on the door.

The attendant introduced himself. The housekeeper welcomed the old man into the living room. Along the way, there were exotic flowers and plants planted in the yard.

In the living room, the old man sat in the second seat, playing with the walnuts in his hands, waiting for the master to arrive.

After a while, the host being visited came in to greet the guests.

The old man stood up and clasped his fists and greeted: "Mr. Wang, long time no see. I am sorry for visiting you today."

Mr. Wang also clasped his fists in return and said, "Mr. Li, you are too polite. It is my honor to have you visit my house. Please take a seat."

The old man and Mr. Wang sat down and started chatting about the past and present, as well as the major and minor events that had happened recently.

After talking to the guest for a while, Mr. Wang asked in confusion: "Mr. Li, you are not here to chat with me today, are you?"

The old man took a sip of tea and said, "Mr. Wang, I heard that your family also has some property in Shacheng. I don't know if it's true or not."

After Mr. Wang heard that they were talking about serious matters, he also began to become serious: "You are really well-informed. Your family is indeed in Changsha and has some small businesses. I wonder if the purpose of Mr. Li's visit today is related to this?"

The old man said calmly, as if asking a question but not answering it: "The matter of the joint venture has caused a lot of noise in the past six months. I'm sure your family's property has also suffered a lot of losses!"

Mr. Wang: "It depends on who I'm comparing myself with. If I'm comparing myself with Mr. Li, my loss is not bad."

The old man said, "I heard that recently, a group of farmers in Shacheng who were digging for food accidentally dug up some copper lumps. I'm sure Mr. Wang has heard about it!"

When Mr. Wang heard this, he immediately knew the old man's intention. He said calmly, "Mr. Li, you are really well-informed. I believe you have many talented people under you!"

The old man said pointedly, "How can I compare with you? The Wang family has been established in Beijing since the Ming Dynasty. It has survived hundreds of years of ups and downs, and the dynasties have changed several times. Your family is still standing. You have many extraordinary people under your command."

Mr. Wang listened to the old man revealing the origins of the Wang family. His eyes became sharp.

Mr. Wang: "Mr. Li, your family is not bad either. The Jiangnan Li family has also been standing since the Ming Dynasty. Not to mention that your family has been powerful in Beijing for nearly a hundred years. We are the same."

Both sides were competing and testing each other, trying to make the other side fear them.

The old man said calmly, "There's no comparison. Our family is small and our ancestors were only powerful for a few years."

"Unlike your family, there was a great man in the clan. During the Anti-Japanese Committee, he established a government and became the chairman."

Mr. Wang's expression changed drastically when he heard this, but he regained his composure in an instant.

Mr. Wang: "Mr. Li, I don't understand what you are saying. Every year during the Qingming Festival, when I burn incense to my ancestors, I don't find such a great figure in the family tree. You must have remembered it wrong."

The old man blew the hot steam from the teacup. After taking a sip, he said, "The tea is really good, better than the tea from my tea garden."

Then he added: "Who knows! Maybe I remembered it wrongly. Maybe I am old and got some things wrong."

The old man didn't push too hard, but tightened and loosened up, giving both sides a way out.

When Mr. Wang heard the old man's words, his expression relaxed a little, and then he said: "Mr. Li, since you like this tea, I will give you 1 kilogram when you leave."

The old man didn't hesitate to agree to take the tea.

Seeing that the old man agreed to accept the gift, Mr. Wang said, "Mr. Li, I am not interested in the copper lumps in Changsha. As you know, my family has a business of medicinal materials. I heard that there were several ancient medicinal pills in a copper lump dug out this time. I want to buy it back for research. Do you think it is suitable?"

The old man knew that the other party had compromised after hearing this, and then said: "So Mr. Wang likes to study ancient prescriptions and ancient medicines! If it is suitable, buying them back and studying them will also be a contribution to the Chinese medical community."

"But I don't have Mr. Wang's spirit. I just want some copper lumps to study history."

Mr. Wang: "That's great. One of us likes to study history, and the other likes to study ancient Chinese medicine. We can help each other and hold each other hostage."

The old man looked at Mr. Wang who wanted to join forces with him, and said without hesitation: "I am old, and I don't have that much energy. Studying history is just a hobby. I can't compare with you. I can't make progress together with you."

Mr. Wang didn't take the old man's refusal seriously. After chatting for a few more words, the old man achieved his goal and took the initiative to resign and leave.

After Mr. Wang sent the old man away, he sat in the living room with a gloomy face. I don't know what he was thinking about.

Mr. Wang's eldest son wanted to know the purpose of the old man's visit, so he came over and asked, "Dad, what's the matter with the old man coming to our house?"

Mr. Wang: "What's going on? The funerary objects unearthed in Changsha."

Xiao Wang: "What do you mean? That old man came to our house and wanted to form an alliance with us. Did he eat that batch of food?"

Mr. Wang: "It would be great if that old man came to our house and warned me right away. He told me not to touch those things."

When Xiao Wang heard what his father said, he immediately said angrily: "What does that old man mean? He even came to our house to warn Dad. Who would borrow his confidence?"

"Dad! Don't worry, I will inform the people in Sand City right away. Let them know how powerful my family is."

Mr. Wang was already in a bad mood after being threatened. When he heard his eldest son's ignorant words, he slammed the table and said, "What do you know? Do you know the origin of that old man? Do you know his background? Do you know what his trump cards are? And you always give people a hard time."

When Xiao Wang heard his father's three questions in a row, he said with some embarrassment: "That old man, isn't he the chairman of Tianshun Commercial Bank and the president of Sijiu City Chamber of Commerce? He is now a representative of the National People's Congress. He has a group of people under his control. That's all. Why should we be afraid of him?

Mr. Wang: "We haven't figured out the Qilin tattoos of the Zhang family yet. You don't think that you can be invincible just by having those half-finished Phoenix tattoos."

"White tiger tattoo, I'm sure you've heard of it. I can tell you clearly that the White Tiger Tattoo is inextricably linked to the Li family."

"The Jiangnan Li family, like us, has survived from the Ming Dynasty to the present day. You don't think they don't have a trump card, do you?"

"There is also a fatal handle in our family, which is in the hands of Mr. Li. Under the current situation, that handle is unsolvable."

"Officially, they are slightly better. Not to mention that old man has a golden body protection from the highest level."

"In Hong Kong, there's news that the second master of the Li family has obtained a knighthood. The third master of the Nanyang Li family is not someone you can easily mess with. Do you think it's possible for us to defeat the Li family from any angle?"

"The last point is that the Li family has the confidence to overturn the table. But our family doesn't. So, you better behave yourself and don't play tricks on me."

"Just now, I have already negotiated with the Li family. We only want those pills and nothing else. So don't play double-edged swords with me. Otherwise, if something goes wrong, even if you are my son, you will not feel good about it."

Xiao Wang: "Dad, are we just going to endure this?"

Mr. Wang: "Son! Tolerance is also a kind of cultivation. Think about how many princes and generals died under the butcher knife of Zhu Yuanzhang in the early Ming Dynasty. Only a few people knew when to advance and retreat and survived. They created several noble families. To be able to tolerate and know how to tolerate is also a great fortune."

"We just need to study the Phoenix Tattoo. No matter if he is a hero or a tyrant, in the end, there will still be a handful of dirt left. Only then will we be the winners who have the last laugh."