Siheyuan: Buyers get rich from hunting

At this moment, a subtle discussion suddenly came from the noisy crowd, like a meteor that occasionally streaks across the night sky, brief but eye-catching. Although the voice was very low, as secret as an underground undercurrent, it still reached Yan Bugui's ears clearly, like a fine needle gently piercing his apparent calmness.

One of them whispered, "Have you heard? It seems like someone is secretly investigating things in our yard recently! We don't know what they want to do, and whether they will find out about us..." These words were like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing ripples and making Yan Bugui's heart tighten, as if it was being held tightly by an invisible hand.

His ears immediately stood up like a wary rabbit, and all his senses were focused on this point, concentrating on capturing more relevant information. He stretched his neck and tried to see the person who was speaking through the gap in the crowd, but the crowd was so dense that he could only hear intermittent words, like fragments floating in the wind.

However, before he could hear more details, the discussion was like fallen leaves blown away by the wind, quickly covered by the surrounding noise, and disappeared without a trace. Yan Bugui couldn't help feeling lost and anxious, as if he had missed a crucial clue.

He sighed helplessly and secretly memorized this clue in his heart, like a precious gem. He knew that this clue might be the key to solving the mystery. So he began to plan to find an opportunity to privately investigate after the meeting, looking for clues like a detective to uncover the truth.

The conference was gradually drawing to a close amid the noise of the crowd, like a grand banquet about to end. Yan Bugui followed the crowd and slowly walked out of the venue, but his steps seemed unusually heavy, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.

However, at this moment, his heart could not calm down at all, as if a rapid drum was beating non-stop, and every beat shook his soul. He thought to himself: "It seems that this matter is much more complicated than I originally expected! It is like a fog covering the front, making it difficult to see the direction. If I am not careful, I will get into big trouble, as if I were trapped in a whirlpool full of dangers. No, I must be extra careful in the future, as if I were walking on ice."

Just as Yan Bugui was anxious and frowning, trying to find a suitable reason to leave the place quickly without being conspicuous, Yi Zhonghai, who had been silent all this time, suddenly changed the subject, like a wave suddenly rising on a calm lake. He raised his voice slightly, with unquestionable firmness in his voice, and said loudly: "There is another important thing to tell everyone. Our courtyard will further strengthen public security management measures in the near future. This is done entirely out of consideration for everyone's safety. After all, society is complicated now, and we have to protect ourselves. So I hope that everyone can be careful in what they say and do on weekdays, and never do anything that crosses the line, so as not to bring adverse effects and reputation damage to our entire courtyard. Everyone should contribute to the harmony and stability of the courtyard."

When Yan Bugui heard this, he felt his heart suddenly shrink, as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and the suffocating feeling made it difficult for him to breathe. He felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and a strong intuition told him that behind these seemingly ordinary and high-sounding words, there was a very likely hidden hint that was extremely unfavorable to him, like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, which could deliver a fatal blow at any time.

His originally shrewd eyes flickered slightly under his eyelids, like a meteor across the night sky, but in an instant they returned to calm, like a calm lake, without leaving a trace. However, in this brief moment, he still pretended to be nonchalant and glanced at Yi Zhonghai, trying to catch a hint of something strange in his eyes. Yi Zhonghai's face was tense and his expression was extremely serious. His eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. He looked like he was wholeheartedly emphasizing the importance of public security management. There was no sign of anything unusual, but the subtle chill in his eyes made Yan Bugui even more uneasy.

As the conference came to an end, the bustling crowd began to gradually disperse, like a tide, leaving behind an empty and silent space. But Yan Bugui did not leave in a hurry like the others. Instead, he walked to a relatively secluded corner and stopped without any hurry. He skillfully took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with slightly trembling fingers, and then took a deep breath. With the stimulation of the smoke entering his lungs, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to use this method to calm the waves in his heart at the moment and calm his thoughts. However, the lingering sense of uneasiness lingered in his heart like smoke for a long time.

After his emotions stabilized a little, Yan Bugui walked slowly and steadily, as if every step was carefully considered, towards several neighbors with whom he had a good relationship. His pace was neither fast nor slow, and he seemed calm and unhurried, yet with a hint of imperceptible caution. When he approached them, a fake smile immediately appeared on his face. That smile was like the warm sunshine in spring, trying to dispel the haze in his heart. At the same time, he said, "Hey, my friends, this meeting tonight is really lively! Everyone gathered together, talking a lot, I wonder how you feel?"

When the neighbors heard his greeting, they all smiled and responded, and the topic naturally turned to the trivial matters of daily life. They talked about family matters, interesting things between neighbors, and the recent changes in market prices. The atmosphere became relaxed and happy. Yan Bugui smiled and echoed, while quietly observing the changes in everyone's facial expressions and the ups and downs of their voices. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk, trying to capture key information that might be useful to him from every subtle movement.

After a long and tense negotiation, he relied on his keen intuition and observation to vaguely sense a hint of something unusual - there seemed to be a pair of mysterious eyes in the courtyard secretly investigating his every move and every word. This discovery was like a flash of lightning that broke through the night sky and instantly struck his heart, making him feel panic involuntarily, as if an invisible hand was tightly strangling his throat.

However, despite his turbulent heart, Yan Bugui knew that he must not show any panic at this moment. Years of social experience have taught him how to hide his emotions and how to stay calm in a crisis-ridden environment. So he took a deep breath, tried to calm his agitated mood, and quickly put on a nonchalant expression. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and there was a bit of self-mockery and helplessness in that smile. He chuckled in a relaxed manner, and then used a few seemingly nonchalant jokes to cleverly pass by the topic: "Oh, everyone living in our yard is honest and decent! On weekdays, everyone dares not even speak loudly, so how can they do anything out of the ordinary? I think there must be some people who are too idle and like to worry about nothing, hahaha... We still have to live our lives well and don't let those rumors affect our mood."

After saying this, he gently patted the shoulder of a neighbor beside him, as if he was comforting the other person and himself. Then, he turned around and slowly left, his back looking lonely and determined, as if he was telling everyone that no matter what kind of storm he faced, he could face it calmly and calmly.

However, behind his forced smile, his originally calm heart was beating violently like a drum struck by a heavy hammer. He knew very well that the current situation had become increasingly serious. If he was not careful, everything he had carefully planned would be ruined. Therefore, he had to be extra careful no matter what. Thinking of this, he secretly made up his mind that after the meeting was over, he must find a few trustworthy and tight-lipped informants as soon as possible to find out from them what happened in the yard. Only in this way could he be sure to gain a firm foothold in this upcoming huge storm and smoothly advance his unfinished meticulous plan.

After returning home, Yan Bugui could no longer sit still. He knew that he had to take action as soon as possible, either to find the potential threat and eliminate it, or to speed up contact with the project and find a new backer as soon as possible to get out of the current predicament.

Sitting on the bed, Yan Bugui slowly lit a cigarette. The rising smoke swirled under the dim light, as if adding a bit of contemplation to his expression. As the smoke spread, his eyes gradually became deep and firm, and he thought to himself: "The world is unpredictable, and I have to find someone I can rely on to help me."

He began to carefully screen the people he could ask for help in his mind. Those familiar faces and names were like shooting stars in the night sky, flashing by but not leaving a deep impression. Some may be capable, but they are not close friends; some are close, but may not be able to help. His thoughts wandered between these names, like a small boat looking for a safe harbor in the turbulent sea, and he sighed in his heart: "This world is unpredictable, and it is difficult to find someone who can really help you."

However, in the end, his thoughts were fixed on a name - Liu Pingan. This name was like the brightest star in the night sky, instantly lighting up his heart. Liu Pingan, the young and promising section chief of the steel rolling mill, is not only an unrivaled expert on the production line, but also a pride and role model of the yard. He became a cadre at the age of 20. Such an achievement not only made Yan Bugui admire him, but also made many of his peers far behind. Yan Bugui secretly sighed in his heart: "Liu Pingan is a kid with a bright future. If you make good friends with him, you may benefit a lot in the future."

More importantly, Liu Ping'an and Yan Bugui have always had a good relationship. The two often met in the yard, or in the shade of the trees, or took a walk at dusk, and they always chatted about family matters and work trivia. The ease and comfort made Yan Bugui feel that Liu Ping'an was not only a colleague, but also a friend with whom he could confide. Yan Bugui thought: "Although Liu Ping'an is young, he is very sophisticated in dealing with people. I can always learn a lot from dealing with him."

Recalling the recent rise of Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong, Yan Bugui was filled with emotion. The reason why they were able to gain a foothold so smoothly was indeed due to Liu Pingan. Liu Pingan not only gave them guidance and support in their work, but also gave them care and help in life. All this made Yan Bugui more convinced that Liu Pingan was a person worthy of dependence, a person who could lend a helping hand at the critical moment. Yan Bugui secretly rejoiced: "Fortunately, Liu Pingan is here, otherwise I don't know how many times I would have fallen with this old bone."

Thinking of this, Yan Bugui felt a warm current in his heart. He knew that he must find Liu Ping'an as soon as possible, pour out his worries and confusions, and seek his help and advice. Only in this way can he find his own direction and way out in this complex and changing environment. Yan Bugui secretly made up his mind: "Early tomorrow morning, I will go to Liu Ping'an and have a good talk with him."

Therefore, Yan Bugui decided to go to Liu Ping'an early tomorrow morning. He knew that asking directly might be too abrupt and easily disgust people, so he planned to reminisce with Liu Ping'an first, talk about his recent work and life, and create a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere. When the time is right, he will mention the things in the yard indirectly to see if Liu Ping'an knows anything. Yan Bugui secretly thought in his heart: "Liu Ping'an is a smart kid. If he really has some key information, I can definitely get it from him. The key is to find the right method."

Having made up his mind, Yan Bugui calmed down a little. He took a deep puff of his cigarette, put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and then slowly lay down on the bed. Closing his eyes, he began to imagine the scene of meeting Liu Ping'an tomorrow, imagining how he would skillfully bring up the topic and how he would quietly elicit information. He thought to himself, "I have to first ask him how his work is going and if there is anything new at home, and then slowly lead the conversation to what happened in the yard. This way, it will seem natural and won't alert him."

As the night deepened, Yan Bugui finally fell into a deep sleep. In his dream, he seemed to see the moment when he successfully resolved the crisis and regained the initiative. In his dream, he smiled so brightly and confidently, as if everything was under control. He dreamed that he and Liu Ping'an had a good chat, from work to life, from the past to the future, and finally successfully learned the secret of the yard from Liu Ping'an. At that moment, he felt unprecedented satisfaction and pride.

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains onto Yan Bugui's face, he opened his eyes. He quickly got up, washed up, put on a set of neat clothes, and prepared to go out. Before leaving, he looked at himself carefully in the mirror to make sure he was in good enough condition and confident enough. He thought to himself: "I must perform well today and try to get useful information from Liu Ping'an."