Siheyuan: Survival Guide for Courtyard No. 95

To be honest, Zhao Shanhe really didn't have any bad feelings towards Xu Damao. At least he felt that the other person was more real than Sha Zhu.

Since he could sell the tobacco to Sha Zhu, he could certainly also exchange the tobacco with Xu Damao. After seeing the couple off, Chen Xueru said to Zhao Shanhe.

"Shanhe, didn't Lou Xiao'e go on a business trip with you? Why does she seem like a stranger to you? Didn't anything happen on the way?"

Zhao Shanhe raised his hand and slapped Chen Xueru hard on the butt.

"What are you thinking? She is a lady from a rich and powerful family. It is normal for her to look down on a commoner like me. Besides, I wish she would stay away from me.

Take this plate of stir-fried shrimps for example. If you use this money to buy corn noodles, it will probably be enough for Uncle San's family to eat for two days.

Xu Damao can directly exchange it for some worthless tobacco leaves. Do you think this huge gap between the rich and the poor will cause the masses to become increasingly disgusted with these capitalists?

It would be fine if society remained stable, but if there is a spark, it can start a prairie fire. Can you imagine what will happen then?"

Zhao Shanhe is from the 21st century, so he should not know too much about those who hate the rich in later generations. Apart from other things, when he was delivering food, he saw those people showing off their wealth in short videos. Didn't he feel disgusted?

People’s wages are even lower in this era. If you suddenly see someone earning tens or hundreds of thousands a year, do you think these people will feel good?

Chen Xueru thought about it from Zhao Shanhe's perspective and felt a little scared, because if you really calculated it, she was also a wealthy person.

"Shanhe, do you think I should close the silk shop?

The money I earn now is enough for Hou Kui and I to live a good life. As long as we close the shop, I will find a job in your steel mill. Then our family will be pure working class and we won’t have to worry about anything in the future. "

Zhao Shanhe had had this idea before, but he was embarrassed to say it because he knew very well that Chen Xueru was an independent new-age woman with her own ideas. He could only take over the conversation after she had figured out some things herself.

Seeing that the other party was willing to close the silk shop he had worked so hard for for the sake of his family, he couldn't help but be deeply moved. He reached out and hugged the other party in his arms and said.

"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, you don't have to be afraid of anything. I'm also a deputy chief of the Public Security Department, and I can slowly climb up in the future. I will definitely protect you and Hou Kui."

The weather in September is cool, neither too cold nor too hot, just right for fighting.

After Zhao Shanhe played doubles with Chen Xueru for a few rounds and saw that the other had fallen into a deep sleep, he tiptoed out of the house and headed straight for Anzhen Gate.

When they arrived outside Anzhen Gate, they found a place that the night security patrol had to pass through, and directly took out the machines from four factories and a large amount of rice, flour, corn flour, rabbits, native chickens, and pheasants.

After putting the things away, he turned around and left, and the rest was up to those three.

He went back to sleep, but the police and the army in the city were in a state of panic that night. ?

It was already late at night when the patrol team discovered the mountain of supplies. Seeing so many things suddenly appear in the middle of the night, many patrol members thought they were seeing things.

But when the patrol captain picked up a chicken that was still alive with its legs tied, and saw a rabbit that was tied tightly next to the chicken but was still struggling desperately, he immediately blew the whistle in his mouth.

The whistle was an order. Soon the nearby security patrol gathered here. The whistles woke up the nearby residents.

Within twenty minutes, the police and the army received calls, as did the mysterious department.

When Old Z and his men saw the pile of machines, they knew who had done it without having to guess.

Based on the principle that if you don't tell, I won't ask, and we're still good friends, he took people away to take away all the machines. The supplies were sent to the nearby supply station by the Sijiucheng troops. Steel was easy to deal with, but food needed to be inspected first. Who could guarantee whether there was poison in the rice and flour?

Just because Mr. Z knows doesn’t mean others know, and Mr. Z can’t tell anyone else who sent it.

The old man was also awakened by Old Z's phone call in the middle of the night. When he learned that the batch of machines appeared outside Anzhen Gate, he couldn't help laughing. ?

"Old Z, you must hide those machines. There are still many hidden enemy spies in Sijiu City. If they find that the machines that disappeared in Xiangdao suddenly appear in Sijiu City, who knows what will happen.

It seems that he is somewhat conscious and knows what the country needs now. You should also pay attention to it. If there is any task of transporting things back, you can still arrange for him to go."

Old Z felt a headache after hearing what his old leader said. ?

"Old leader, although we all know what is going on here, we haven't spoken openly about it.

If we really encounter a similar task, I’m afraid people won’t want to go.”

The old man was somewhat dissatisfied with Mr. Z's inability to adapt, but he still guided him step by step.

"Think carefully about his actions over the past year. It's not like he doesn't have something to pursue.

Do you understand the saying "give someone what they like"? Do I need to teach you step by step?"

People who can reach the top of special departments are not fools. As soon as the old man said this, Old Z understood the meaning of this.

He quickly assured.

"Please rest assured, old leader, I will ensure that the task is completed."

After the two hung up the phone, Old Z started to think about it.

As for money, the special department has sufficient funding. After all, his department has heavy responsibilities. But judging from the supplies given away for free, it doesn't seem like they are short of money.

Promotion is even more impossible, as he is too young. Forcing him to be promoted will only make more people know him, which is completely contrary to the vision of their department.

Finally, I thought of the other party's preference for older things. This department has a lot of such things. How many things of counter-revolutionaries, enemy agents, and black-hearted capitalists have been confiscated since the early days of liberation? Many of them are gathering dust in the warehouse of this department.

But there is no rush. Now that the two sides have reached a balance, don't break this relationship easily. It won't be too late to send him over when the organization needs him.

Yang Liming was called over by the leader of the department early the next morning. When he arrived at the place where the things were hidden and saw the machines, he almost went crazy with excitement.

"Leader, are these all for our factory?"

Yang Limin's hands were shaking with excitement. He had been wandering in hell for the past two days, but now he was in heaven in an instant. This made him unable to accept it for a while.

“We need to wait a few days.

All the stamps and words on these machines must be wiped off and repainted before you can take them away. These are the ones that our comrades on the covert front have spent a lot of effort to get back. I hope you can make good use of them and never make the same mistake as in the first workshop again."

Although Yang Liming had retired from the army many years ago, he still saluted his old leader at this time.

"Please rest assured, old leader. The machine is here when you are there, and the machine is still here when you are not there."

The old leader then nodded to him with satisfaction.

He received a call before dawn, telling him that the machines needed by the steel rolling mill had been pulled back. At that time, his performance was not much better than Yang Liming's.

This is entirely because the steel mill's production plan can be completed on schedule and his department will not be punished.