Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

"Dabao, how do you have time to come here?" Cao Lianbiao came to Zhang Dabao.

"I went to the countryside to collect a few geese, and plan to stew them in an iron pot tomorrow. Please ask you and Brother Liang to come over and try them. There are so many people here, is there something going on?" Zhang Dabao stated his purpose and signaled with his eyes at the crowd at the police station door.

"There are a lot of chaos and fights. It's not a big deal. If you beat someone up, can't you just pay some money and give him medical treatment? But some people don't want to do that. They rely on their family's power and are unwilling to give a penny. But what can people do when they are beaten?" said Cao Lianbiao.

"Are the children of officials there so arrogant?" Zhang Dabao asked curiously.

"The younger son of Han Cheng, deputy director of the Metallurgical Bureau of the Ministry of Machinery Industry, the superior unit of your steel rolling mill, beat someone. You said that your family has money and that a compensation of thirty or fifty yuan would solve the problem, but he refused to pay. How could the person who was beaten be willing if he didn't pay? So they called the police and we went to arrest him, but guess what? The Han family actually got a mental illness certificate from the hospital for Han Ming, clearly showing that they didn't want to pay. Are they all fools? You were fine yesterday, but you became a mental patient today? And they even asked Captain Qin of the Municipal Bureau to let Director Liang not interfere. What the hell is this?" Cao Lianbiao said indignantly.

"Brother Cao, whose son did you say just now, Director Han of the Metallurgical Bureau? How many Director Hans are there in the Metallurgical Bureau?" Zhang Dabao was delighted. There is an old saying that goes, 'You search high and low for something, but it finally comes to you without any effort.' Before he even went to inquire, he got the news that Director Han was looking for him.

"The Metallurgical Bureau has only one deputy director named Han. Who else could it be? You said he was also an old revolutionary, but he just can't manage his family. His reputation has been ruined by his three sons. These three guys are worse than the other, and they are extremely wicked," said Cao Lianbiao.

"Director Han doesn't care about anything? Doesn't he care about his reputation at all? He is also a senior official of the country, right?" said Zhang Dabao.

"How can he manage it? He is looking for a young wife. Director Han is a military academy graduate. Once he became an official, he abandoned his wife and children. He found a progressive female student, who even gave birth to three sons for him. As a result, as an old man with a young wife, of course he is sometimes unable to do what he wants, so sometimes his words don't count," said Cao Lianbiao with a laugh.

"Is there such a thing? There's nothing we can do about it." Zhang Dabao also laughed.

"Why don't these people go to his house to make trouble?" Zhang Dabao asked Cao Lianbiao again.

"Their home is in the compound of the ministry. How can these people get in? The guards at the door will scare them to death. To put it bluntly, they are just bullying. We are just a small police station, so they can vent their anger," said Cao Lianbiao with a sneer.

"How about you and Brother Liang also arrange for someone to stand guard?" Zhang Dabao said with a smile.

"How could we have such strength? We will just say a few words if someone says something to us. What's the big deal? Who will be there tomorrow?" Cao Lianbiao asked.

"I only invited you two. I also planned to invite Director Shi of the Post Office. You all are of similar age. If we invite some older people, it will be difficult to drink," said Zhang Dabao.

"That makes sense. Age doesn't matter. They are all leaders. How can we let them go? I only dare to drink a small cup each time," Cao Lianbiao gestured.

"You tell Brother Liang, I won't go over. I'm going to the post office and then come to my courtyard in Chunfeng Hutong tomorrow night." Zhang Dabao said the location and turned around to write it down.

I went to the post office, invited Director Shi Chulai, and then returned to Yard 95.

At the gate of the courtyard, Zhang Dabiao rode with his two crows for a while, put away his motorcycle in a secluded corner, and came to the gate of the Ministry of Machinery Industry with the two crows.

Two crows flew to the tree in front of the Mechanical Industry Department, while Zhang Dabao entered the alley opposite the staff quarters. With Han Ming's personality, he couldn't stay at home. Even though Han Ming had beaten someone up now, he was not afraid at all as he had his mother to protect him.

Of course, Deputy Director Han might also take care of it, but since Director Han is afraid of his wife, he cannot control his son. Han Ming, a troublemaker, cannot hide at home for long. He will soon come out of the compound and continue to cause trouble.

The sun was still a little hot at noon. Zhang Dabao was in the shade of the alley, observing the entrance of the Ministry of Machinery Industry's staff housing compound through the crows. Now he had a new problem: he didn't know Han Ming.

Zhang Dabao walked to the side of the alley and put on simple makeup. A fair-skinned young man in his twenties appeared. He was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, navy blue pants, and a pair of glasses. He was holding a cloth bag in his hand and came to the side of the door of the Ministry of Machinery Industry.

After waiting for about ten minutes, a young man of about sixteen or seventeen came out. Zhang Dabao called him, "Hello, little brother. I just came from the Northeast. I heard that there is a guy named Han Ming who is very interesting. Can you help me call him?" Zhang Dabao said as he handed him a box of foreign cigarettes.

"Looking for Han Ming? Is he so famous now? Is he fun? There are many people who are more fun than him. Who does he think he is? I'll find some really fun ones later. By the way, do you have money?" The young man took the cigarette, but obviously disagreed with Zhang Dabao's words.

"Finding him to play is one thing, but the main thing is that my father wants to be transferred. He has had enough of the Northeast and wants to be transferred back. I heard that Han Ming's mother can do it, right?" Zhang Dabia said in a low voice.

"My goodness, the news of Wei Jingjing accepting gifts has spread to the Northeast? Poor Uncle Han, his wise life was ruined by this woman. Can't you men just stay in the Northeast? Why do you have to take these crooked ways?" the young man said dissatisfiedly.

"The main reason is that my grandmother is old and can't adapt to the weather there. You know the winters there are too cold. If she pees outside, the urine will freeze," said Zhang Dabao.

"Is it so cold? You still have some conscience and know how to love your grandma. I've made a trip for you. You must have brought a lot of good things in your bag, right? Give me a box of cigarettes when I come out. I didn't realize you had some skills. Foreign cigarettes are rare in Beijing," the young man said again.

"No problem," Zhang Dabao agreed.

"By the way, Han Ming has some problems now, and his family may not let him out. I am only responsible for delivering the message. No matter whether Han Ming comes out or not, you must give me cigarettes," said the young man.

"Okay, they say people in Beijing are open and honest in their work. I understand that. Regardless of whether this works or not, I'll give you another pack of cigarettes," Zhang Dabao agreed.

So the young man turned around and went into the yard again. A crow standing on the sycamore tree at the gate followed him from the sky, and the other one stayed at the gate.