Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

Hong Kong is a world of rich people. As long as you have money, there is nothing you can't do. Zhong Daohe and Wang Xing found out Zhang Dabao's identity through his second-hand car. On the morning of the next day, Zhong Daohe and Wang Xing came to Zhang Dabao's apartment with gifts.

"Uncle Zhong, Brother Wang, why are you here?" Zhang Dabao heard the sound of the door opening, and when he opened the door, he saw Zhong Daohe and the other person.

"Yan Ming, you saved me, so I have to come and thank you. When you left yesterday, I wrote down your license plate number and asked someone to check it, and I found where you live," Zhong Daohe explained.

"Let's have some tea. I have some green tea here, which I asked someone to bring from my hometown." Zhang Dabao poured a cup of Rizhao green tea for each of them.

"Xiao Ming, it seems that you have a very tasteful life. You even drink tea from your hometown. What kind of business do you want to do in Hong Kong?" Zhong Daohe hinted.

"Uncle Zhong, drinking tea is a habit. In fact, people in our place don't particularly like to drink green tea. They all like to drink jasmine tea, which is cheap and refreshing. But if you bring it with you, jasmine tea is not easy to bring because the smell of tea leaves is too strong. I haven't decided what to do with it yet. Do you have any recommendations? I'm not short of money," said Zhang Dabao with a smile.

"Xiao Ming, having money alone is not enough. In Hong Kong, it is a place where the strong prey on the weak. I have a pretty good career, but I was almost caught by Yonghe," Zhong Daohe introduced the topic.

"Is this Yongheqi very bad?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"He is so bad. His principle is that money is everything. If there is no benefit, he doesn't care who you are and will just sell you out. Everyone knows that he is a traitor," said Zhong Daohe.

Zhang Dabao nodded without saying anything, motioning Zhong Daohe to continue. He must have his own purpose in bringing up this topic.

"Yong Heqi treated me like this. If I don't fight back, everyone will look down on me. However, my people are not very skilled, Yong Heqi's defense is very tight, and he has Ying Mao's protection. Xiao Ming, I would like to ask you for help." Seeing this, Zhong Daohe took a sip of tea and looked at Zhang Dabao.

"How can we help?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"Kill this traitor," said Zhong Daohe.

"Kill him?" Zhang Dabao was also stunned. Is the current business war a battle of life and death?

"Yes, people like him cannot be given any chance to breathe. There are too many cases where one fails to kill the snake and ends up being bitten by it. Xiao Ming, as long as you kill him, you can set any conditions you want, including villas, luxury cars, and beautiful women, whatever you want," said Zhong Daohe.

"Do you have any information about Yong Heqi?" After hearing Zhang Dabao's words, Wang Xing immediately handed over a paper bag in his hand.

Zhang Dabao took it out, which contained detailed information about Yong Heqi, which was much more detailed than the information provided by Ma Daohao in China.

"Uncle Zhong, are you sure where he lives?" Zhang Dabao saw the information about Yong and Qi's whereabouts.

"It's confirmed. One of his bodyguards is Ah Xing's fellow villager. He received 10,000 yuan from me and told me this. I also sent people to check. He lives in this house, but there are at least four bodyguards in it. All four bodyguards are on the first floor. Yong Heqi and his lover live on the second floor. The house he lives in is in a family compound of the Yingmao Navy. There are troops stationed there. They will go over to provide reinforcements when they hear gunshots," said Zhong Daohe.

Zhang Dasubia put down the information, thought for a while, and said, "I'll help you with this."

"Thank you so much, Xiao Ming. You saved me yesterday and now you have agreed to help me. I really don't know what to say. Here is 100,000 Hong Kong dollars. You can use it first. If you need more than enough to buy anything, feel free to come to me for more," said Zhong Daohe.

"Uncle Zhong, I can't take your money. I've said I'm not short of money, and I'm not helping you for money. There are two reasons why I'm helping you. One is because you are my fellow villager, and we should help each other in a foreign country. The second is that Yong Heqi has no bottom line as a human being. He betrayed during the Anti-Japanese War and helped the devils kill many Chinese people. He should have died long ago." Zhang Dabao returned the money.

"Xiao Ming, let's do this. Leave the money with me first. After Yong Heqi dies, his property will definitely be divided up. I'll give you a share, and then we'll make a big move," said Zhong Daohao.

Zhang Dabao nodded in agreement, and after chatting for a while, Zhong Dao and Wang Xing stood up to say goodbye, while Zhang Dabao accepted the information.

Now his task was easier. Not only did he have detailed information, but he also gained the friendship of a wealthy man. Killing Yonghe was a good deal. In the afternoon, Zhang Dabiao came to the hotel opened by Yan Jing again.

"Uncle, where are the weapons? We have Yong Heqi's detailed information, absolutely authentic," Zhang Dabao said with a smile.

"Do you have other channels?" Yan Jingkai was stunned, then laughed, "I knew you had channels. After you come, you will have a car to drive and a house to live in. I have seen many of our people, and they all live in my place. Not to mention a car, they even lend me their bicycles."

Zhang Dabao smiled but didn't say anything.

"Let's get it in the evening. There are too many people on the street now, it's an eyesore," Yan Jingkai said again.

Of course Zhang Dabao agreed. Since they had to wait here for an afternoon, Zhang Dabao started steaming some big buns for Yan Jing.

"Xiao Ming, this is the first time I've eaten such authentic hometown steamed buns since I came here in the 1930s," Yan Jingkai said a little sadly.

"Uncle, it seems you miss home. Who else is at home?" Zhang Dabao asked casually.

Yan Jingkai was stunned for a moment and lowered his head. "There is no one left. They are all dead. They all died at the hands of the Japanese."

"We are all the same. My mother also died at the hands of the Japanese when I was three years old. Fortunately, we won," Zhang Dabao comforted Yan Jingkai.

The two men didn't speak again. After finishing dinner and drinking a pot of tea, it was getting dark. Yan Jingkai took out a bag from a dark room and gave it to Zhang Dabao, "Your bow and arrow, a pistol, a spear, and a dagger. Xiao Ming, you must come back. I want to eat pancakes. Come back and make them for me."

"Uncle, don't worry, I will definitely come." Zhang Dabao shook Yan Jingkai's hand tightly, got into the car with his bag, then waved to Yan Jingkai and left.

I drove to the beach, put the car in the space, assembled the bow and arrow, and put away other weapons, which I probably wouldn't need. My two pheasant necks were still in the space, and I loaded them with ammunition belts. If the enemy found them and chased them closely, I would kill them.

Blowing in the bitter sea breeze, waiting for the arrival of midnight.

In a foreign land, Zhang Dabiao began to meditate on the beach, and after a cycle, he sat for a while and looked at the watch. It was already 11:30 in the evening. He took out a 28-inch bicycle from the space and headed towards the place where Yong and Qi lived.

After riding for about twenty minutes, they were almost at their destination. There were already Yingmao's sentries in front. Zhang Dabao put away his bicycle, went around to the side, and came to the yard where Yonghe started his business.