Siheyuan: If you ruin the reputation of the whole courtyard, I will move out

He Yuzhu happened to be at work and left in a hurry after hearing the news. Ran Qiuye and her mother, who were at home, could not go out because they were in confinement after giving birth. They only received congratulations over the phone. Ran Qiuye even shouted happily: "Yushui has a son, a boy, so great!"

She suggested that they go to the hospital to celebrate together after He Yuzhu got off work in the evening, and this idea was immediately approved by Ran's mother. After completing the relevant matters, Zhang Yu went home to organize the new clothes, diapers, milk powder and other supplies needed by the newborn, which were carefully prepared in advance.

When he returned to the hospital, he happened to see He Yushui struggling to breastfeed with a frown on her face. Zhang Yu said with concern: "If you have milk powder, you can give the baby some first so that he won't be hungry."

Li Shufen, who took the milk powder, admonished: "Insufficient breast milk is because milk secretion has not started. Breast milk is the best choice for babies." He Yushui gritted her teeth and said firmly: "I will stick to it, don't worry."

Zhang Yu, who was accompanying her at the bedside, was filled with worry and suggested seeking help from a doctor: "Why not let the doctor think of a way to quickly stimulate lactation?"

Hearing this, Li Shufen smiled and put down the bottle, "The doctor just said that it might be most effective for you, the father, to try to help stimulate lactation."

When mentioning this, He Yushui and Zhang Yu couldn't help but smile shyly. The child realized that he couldn't drink breast milk immediately, so he cried non-stop.

In the end, Li Shufen had to use milk powder to coax him, and the two of them took advantage of the quietness around them to secretly help solve He Yushui's breast milk problem.

In the evening, the entire He Yuzhu family came to the hospital to celebrate the arrival of the newborn and celebrate the family's happy time together.

"Look, he is such a cute little guy, even more attractive than me." He Yuzhu hugged the child tightly in his arms with a smile on his face.

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In the evening, Zhao Zihao and his wife came to the courtyard to visit the newborn child and brought rich gifts to congratulate him. However, due to the special circumstances of He Yushui's recent birth, the couple was unable to meet Zhao Zihao. "Brother, have you decided on the name of the child?" Zhao Zihao asked.

Zhang Yu responded, "We already have one. The older one is named Zhang Yan, nicknamed Qiqi. He weighed seven pounds and seven ounces when he was born, so we named him that." As he spoke, Zhang Yu handed over a cigarette with a happy expression.

Niu Meili commented happily: "This name is really good, much better than our Duoduo!" She was obviously very satisfied with the child's name.

Zhao Zihao nodded knowingly, and then several people started to discuss the topic of parenting. Zhao Duojin, the eldest son of the Zhao family, was also very focused on his studies, showing that they were different from Zhang Yu's family who paid more attention to spiritual pursuits.

The three of them chatted very happily. Later, the topic shifted to practical issues. Zhao Zihao asked: "Brother, you already have a son, you should also think about the issue of milk powder money, right?" In response, Zhang Yu nodded in agreement: "It is indeed time to consider this issue."

Zhao Zihao seemed a little excited at this moment: "Brother, I have an idea for a project that can make a lot of money, and I want to discuss it with you." After that, he described his plan in detail.

Noticing the business content Zhao Zihao was talking about, Zhang Yu considerately suggested going out of the yard so as not to disturb He Yushui who was resting. After the two returned to the courtyard and sat down, Zhao Zihao anxiously shared: "There is a way to get a batch of TV sets. If you can sell them in the city, you will definitely get a good profit."

Zhang Yu was a little surprised: "That old black and white TV?" The implication was that this was not a product from a formal import channel.

Zhao Zihao nodded in confirmation: "It's a 12-inch imported neon brand product with very stable quality." Then, he lowered his voice and added: "It's indeed not a very legal way, but it has great potential. The original price is a few hundred yuan per unit, and you can make five or six hundred yuan by reselling it."

Zhang Yu was curious about the number of goods in this batch, asking, "How many are there?" He learned that there were 1500 units, and then asked, "With so many, can you handle it?" Zhao Zihao explained, "It's not just me, there are several partners, and I can only get about %." Regarding the fundraising, he explained, "These are what I saved, plus some borrowed."

Faced with such a bold behavior, Zhang Yu was astonished by Zhao Zihao: "The risk is too great, this is a serious violation of the law, and the consequences of being caught will be disastrous." Recalling that they had previously partnered to sell pears and only earned a meager return of 50,000 yuan in eight years, this plan seemed particularly cautious in today's strictly regulated environment. "This time, your risky behavior is like risking everything on one throw." He muttered to himself.

However, Zhao Zihao turned his gaze to his wife, his tone nervous: "To tell you the truth, this is something I must try." He explained again, "Beauty is sick." This sentence is full of anxiety.

This explanation stunned Zhang Yu. He stared at Niu Meili, who had become much thinner: "Is she sick? Has she been to the hospital? What's wrong with her?" His tone was full of concern and care.

Zhao Zihao's answer was dull but firm: "I have seen it. The doctor diagnosed it as stomach cancer and needs surgery. We don't have stable medical insurance to cover it, so we have to pay for it ourselves. If the condition worsens repeatedly, overseas treatment may also be considered."

"In fact, I have discussed this issue with Lao Zhao. Life always has an end. Why should we invest too much energy in treating illnesses? Perhaps these funds should be left to the children." Niu Meili maintained a calm expression.

However, Zhao Zihao said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense! If you are sick, you must receive treatment! Didn't I just tell you that you must continue with the treatment even if it means losing everything you have?" After he finished speaking, Niu Meili silently lowered her eyes, looking helpless.

"Did the doctor really say that?" Zhao Zihao held her hand tightly, the wrinkles between his brows showing his complicated mood.

Zhang Yu added: "It is true that gastric cancer is a serious disease that is often difficult to cure with medication alone. The best way now may be to remove part of the stomach. However, the recovery process after surgery will be long, and care must be taken to prevent the disease from recurring."

"The doctor has explained everything to me in detail." Zhao Zihao said, holding the beautiful hand more firmly. "I have done my best. If the sales of the TV go well, I should be able to cope with the subsequent medical expenses."

Facing Zhang Yu's question, Zhao Zihao did not hold back: "I just want to know if you can help deliver this batch of goods to Beijing?"

Zhang Yu heard the clue: "Is it the batch of goods that will arrive in Tianjin soon?"

After getting confirmation, Zhao Zihao explained: "Yes, it is expected to arrive at Tianjin Port by large ship in five days."

Considering that the remaining storage space was almost completely sold out, there was just enough space to accommodate 500 televisions. Considering that most televisions of that era were no larger than twelve inches, the size issue was not a big deal.

"Five hundred units are barely acceptable, but if it is increased to one thousand, it will be too congested." Zhang Yu patiently explained his considerations.

Hearing this, Zhao Zihao's eyes were full of anticipation: "It is a feasible solution for us to rent a warehouse at Tianjin Port for batch transportation. After importing into the city, customs inspection will become difficult." Zhang Yu did not interfere with smuggling, because the goods in the space belonged to his privacy, and he agreed without hesitation.

Zhao Zihao promised that he would inform Zhang Yu of the details the next day, and then said goodbye to Zhang Yu. Zhang Yu was not worried about this matter, and went home to reunite with his family, and told them in advance that he might not be home for a while.

He Yushui was prepared for this, knowing that her husband was busy with work. Liu Xianjin thought that maybe it was for the sake of the child's education, so he supported Zhang Yu to go to Tianjin to pick up the goods tomorrow and bring the parts with him.

At night, Zhao Zihao came to Zhang Yu's residence and delivered an unopened letter containing a total of 2,500 yuan in cash and a note. The note specified the specific address of the dock warehouse and only told him to pick up the goods before 8 o'clock in the evening three days later, without specifying the name of the recipient.

After reading the message, Zhang Yu destroyed the note without hesitation, as if nothing had happened. He carried out his daily work as usual and arranged delivery tasks according to the company's rules and regulations. After unloading the factory's goods, he drove to the warehouse at Tianjin Port, a place he had been responsible for picking up Lou Xiao'e's family many times and was very familiar with the environment.

After arriving at the destination, Zhang Yu successfully found a parking space and approached the warehouse. He noticed that the door was tightly locked, and there was a notice next to it saying that the decoration materials were stored inside. He quietly found a stone, carefully made sure that no one was around, and used a found key to open the door and sneak into the warehouse.

Stepping into the darkened warehouse, Zhang Yu turned on his flashlight and saw rows of televisions neatly packed in boxes, with Japanese characters clearly marked on the packaging. After a careful inspection, he found a TV in the box and put it away in his private space without hesitation. In just five hours, he had packed and hidden five thousand TVs, and also found a large number of imported floorboards stacked in the corner of the warehouse, which were obviously used to cover up illegal transactions.

Facing the floor, Zhang Yu chose to ignore it, relocked the door after tidying it up, put the key back in its place, and started the car to leave. However, when approaching the entrance to the parking lot at the terminal exit, a group of unidentified people suddenly blocked the way.

Faced with the obstruction, Zhang Yu calmly got off the car. The dock worker then walked over and said, "Sir, please wait a moment. We are staff from the dock department and are cooperating with the customs to conduct routine inspections. Please accept the cargo inspection." He then handed over his ID card with the blacksmith's name engraved on it.

Zhang Yu calmly replied as a truck driver of the Red Star Steel Plant: "I am delivering steel to Tianjin Port. There is nothing else on the truck." After that, he handed back his ID and asked: "Is there anything wrong with my truck?"

After checking and confirming that the vehicle was in good condition, the other party asked again: "Why did you enter the port so late?" Zhang Yu calmly explained: "I originally planned to deliver the goods and go down the mountain, but I got lost and entered the port by mistake. I immediately realized it and wanted to turn around, but I ran into your inspection at this time." The team verified his transportation track and confirmed that he stayed at the dock for less than ten minutes. The tension gradually subsided, and the staff apologized: "We are conducting a joint customs operation tonight. Thank you very much for your cooperation."

After a brief exchange, Zhang Yu gave the staff member a pack of cigarettes, drove away from the dock area, and headed straight for Beijing. After the car left the Tianjin Port area, he felt relieved and took a short break on a quiet path. Whether it was the use of personal space or smuggling affairs, Zhang Yu was very comfortable with it.

After tidying up for half an hour, he was on the road again. In the evening, he passed the checkpoint in the city again, which delayed him for some time. He finally arrived safely in the city center in the evening.

After Zhang Yu returned the car to the factory, he hurriedly took a rest at home. Zhao Zihao hurried over to visit him. Seeing that his friend was safe and sound, Zhao Zihao looked worried and concerned: "Zhang Yu, are you okay? I heard that there was a surprise raid in Tianjin Port and many people were seized..."