Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

"Uncle Wu, I'll go out and take a look first. I like the house. I'll buy the books and the yard." Zhang Dabao turned around and said to Uncle Wu, then left the yard alone.

About ten people came outside, some of them were holding sticks, knives and other weapons, and three or four of them were cursing loudly.

After Zhang Dabao came out, he didn't say a word. He attacked those who had dirty words. He punched each one of them, knocked down three people, knocked out seven of their teeth, and seized a wooden stick.

With the stick in hand, they showed no mercy, and all the people who came were knocked to the ground. Zhang Dabiao walked up to a person who was conscious, holding his legs and screaming, and began to ask, "Who is your boss?"

"We are following Brother Peng. You are finished. Brother Peng will not let you go," the man wailed and threatened.

"Who is Brother Peng? I've never heard of him," Zhang Dabao said to himself.

"You haven't even heard of Brother Peng. Liu Xiaopeng is our Brother Peng. His father is the deputy director of the subdistrict office," the man gave the answer.

"The deputy director of the street office there?" Zhang Dabao asked again.

"Xiangyang Street," the man said proudly.

"Fuck you, a deputy director of Xiangyang Street is nothing. He can't even educate his children well, and he is still considered a cadre. Go back and tell Brother Peng to be careful." Zhang Dabao slapped the man in the face again and then returned to the yard.

"Uncle Wu, is this Xiangyang Street?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"Yes, this Liu Ming is also a bad official, and his son is even worse, and no one cares about him," Uncle Wu said angrily.

"It's okay. They won't last long. How can such people be considered state officials? I have booked Uncle Wu's house. I'll give you 500 yuan as a deposit. In a day or two, we'll go to handle the formalities. The books have been put away, and we'll settle the bill then," said Zhang Dabao.

"All the books are given to you, and so are the furniture. We just want to leave quickly now." Old man Wu must have been scared.

"Then you take your son to live in Chunfeng Hutong for two days. I have a small courtyard there and I will take care of things here." Zhang Dabao didn't want to cause trouble for Uncle Wu.

"Okay, they won't be here for a while, I'll pack up and call my son out." Uncle Wu went to the west room and called his son out from the cellar.

The two of them packed their clothes and took the title deed. When closing the door, Zhang Dabao put all the books into the space and then sent the two of them to Chunfeng Hutong.

Zhang Dabao returned to Yard 95 and decided to go out in the evening to find out where Liu Ming and his son lived, and then see if they had any evidence of a crime. If not, he would think of other ways.

Zhang Dabao left No. 95 Courtyard and came to Xiangyang Street. He made up himself into a middle-aged man in his forties, holding two bottles of Xifeng in his hands. It was obvious that he was going to give gifts. He began to ask where Liu Ming's home was. There were still many kind-hearted people at that time. After asking two people, he found Liu Ming's home, which was in Ma Shishi Hutong, Xiangyang Street, also a small courtyard, the fifth house on the left.

It was still early, and Zhang Dabao came to Ma Si Hutong again. As expected, there was no one guarding the door, but across the street, there were two people watching this side.

Zhang Dabao walked into the alley, jumped over the wall and returned home. He ate something and took a rest. It was past eight o'clock in the evening. He changed into black clothes, put on a black hood, went out of the yard, lowered his waist, and disappeared into the night.

Zhang Dabao walked along the wall towards Ma Shisi Hutong. It was a cloudy day today and no one was walking on the road, which was a good cover for Zhang Dabao.

When he arrived at Mashi Hutong, Zhang Dabao heard a "tick-tick" sound in a house. Zhang Dabao stopped. If he had not practiced the "Tianyi Heart Method", he would not have been able to hear this faint sound. Zhang Dabao was also a military fan in his previous life and had read countless spy novels. He felt that the sound was particularly wrong, as if it was the sound of a radio.

Zhang Dabao leaped onto the top of the wall and listened. There was no one in the yard, but there was someone in the north room, and the sound came from the north room. Zhang Dabao jumped into the yard and rolled under the window of the north room. The sound here was clearer, which further proved Zhang Dabao's judgment that it was the sound coming from the radio station.

After waiting for half an hour, the sound of the radio in the room disappeared, and then the sound of dragging something came from the room. After a while, there was no sound at all, and the man walked out of the room and went straight out of the yard.

Zhang Dabao followed him directly. The man's reaction was different from that of a normal person. He always bent down, looked back, and made other small movements inadvertently. These were all anti-detection means.

After walking for about ten minutes, the man came to the gate of a courtyard and rang the doorknocker.

"Lao Liang, are you crazy? What are you doing here?" said the person who opened the door.

"If I don't come to your place, what will I eat? What will I drink? Where is the funding?" Lao Liang said to the person who opened the door.

"Fuck, these bastards haven't been delivered yet, wait a little longer," said the person who opened the door.

"Wait for your mother, I'm starving to death." Lao Liang has a stubborn temper and he must have been angry.

"I'll go and ask for it today, okay? I'll personally sponsor you twenty yuan, and I'll send it to you the day after tomorrow. Lao Liang, you must remember what we do. You've even forgotten about organization and discipline." The person who opened the door gave twenty yuan to Lao Liang and said a few words to him.

"If I had money, I wouldn't come here, Lao Ding. We are all in the same boat, how could I not know the seriousness of the situation? You have to report this to the higher-ups. If funding is not guaranteed, we will starve to death without them catching us." Lao Liang took the money and continued to complain.

"Okay, go back quickly." Lao Ding sent Lao Liang out the door, closed the door, went back into the house to change clothes, opened the gate and looked around, saw no one, closed the door and went into the night.

Zhang Dabao knew that this was a big fish, so he followed Lao Ding. After walking around for about twenty minutes, Lao Ding came to a yard. He imitated a few bird calls, and the door opened, and Lao Ding went in.

Zhang Dabao jumped onto the sycamore tree next to him and saw at least two people in the yard and voices talking in the room. In order to hear clearly, Zhang Dabao jumped onto the roof and climbed on it.

"Old Ding, what's the matter so late?" an old voice came out.

"Brother Hai, the funding issue has been delayed for a long time. Lao Liang even came to my house today, and the other people are also getting impatient," said Lao Liang.

"These people are unreliable. They do everything for money and don't know how to make contributions. Now there is a problem with the channel. Let me think of a solution. When someone comes tomorrow, I will prepare it for you," Brother Hai said to Lao Liang.

"Okay, Brother Hai, now I understand what you said. I'll go back first?" Lao Ding said.

"Go back, you are too soft-hearted. You should be strict when managing the team. People like Lao Liang should be taught a lesson when necessary," Brother Hai said to Lao Ding.

"Isn't there anyone who wants to use him? If I had a suitable one, I would have used him. I would have thrown him into the river to feed the fish long ago," said Lao Ding viciously.

"By the way, this is what a team leader should be like. Go ahead." Brother Hai let Lao Ding go.

Zhang Dabao did not follow them back. He was now considering whether to capture Hai Ge and the others. He saw that after Lao Ding left, there were still two people in the yard, both in the south room. He would wait until they fell asleep and then take action. There should be what he wanted here.