An extraordinary life journey through old Beijing courtyard houses

Aside from the foreign monk, the other three were American military police officers, ranging in age from their early twenties to their early thirties.

After Jiang Baobin walked in, the guys stared at him without any restraint.

The leading officer, a "redneck" with the rank of senior officer, asked, "You're Miss Roosevelt's driver, you Chinese kid?"

"I'm the driver," Jiang Baobin replied, suppressing his anger.

"Do you know Mr. Sear? Have you ever been to his house?"

"I neither know Mr. Seall nor have I ever been to his house."

This guy looked Jiang Baobin up and down, seemingly trying to determine if he was lying.

Jiang Baobin found it quite amusing. "I've studied 'speech and performance,' what can you possibly see?"

The redneck, unable to do anything about it, turned and said, "Someone reported your dog; it was barking all night yesterday."

"Sir, it only called for a while, about three or four minutes, I don't know why."

"I brought it into the room so as not to disturb the other neighbors' rest."

"What time was that?"

"Around 10:30 p.m."

What did you see around you at that time?

"I didn't see anything, sir."

"You're lying. Otherwise, why would your dog bark? And why did you bring it into the room?"

"No, sir, I've already said I didn't see a single stray cat."

"I brought it into the room because I was worried about disturbing other people's rest."

"You know, there are many important people around here, and I don't want to get a complaint."

"I am very dissatisfied with your answer, so I am going to search."

Jiang Baobin immediately said, "I object! You can't do that!"

The redneck grinned mockingly: "You want to disobey my orders?"

As he spoke, he reached for the holster at his waist.

Jiang Baobin quickly showed his hands; these bastards just love to cause trouble.

If you really break yourself, there's no one to reason with.

Because, damn it! They enjoy extraterritoriality.

Meeting the threatening gaze of the redneck, Jiang Baobin shrugged: "I just wanted to remind you."

"This is not my home, but Miss Elizabeth Roosevelt's."

"I was just keeping watch for her, even after I explicitly refused."

"If you insist on searching, then it's not my problem anymore; Miss Roosevelt will come looking for you."

The idiot's expression froze for a moment, then he started to argue illogically:

"I'm only searching your room, not Miss Roosevelt's."

Jiang Baobin smiled without saying a word, his meaning very clear: Idiot! Do you think there's a difference?

With Elizabeth's fiery temper, if I come back and either kick you to the ground or I lose.

Realizing he had said something stupid, the redneck was clearly embarrassed.

Fortunately, his companion intervened and said a few words of advice, which made the guy reluctantly back down, still cursing.

Seeing that several military police officers were getting up to leave, the young Western monk, who had been indulging in wine and women, objected.

"Why aren't you searching? This Chinese man is the one who stole Mr. Sean's things!"

"I promise I'll find it, otherwise why was everything fine before?"

"The things were stolen after he moved in; he's a thief!"

Several military police officers seemed to be moved by the foreign monk's words and all looked over.

They were all considering whether to take a gamble; if they actually found the stolen goods, it would be a huge success.

Given the power of Old Searle and the organization behind him, getting a medal would be a piece of cake, and even a promotion wouldn't be impossible.

Jiang Baobin smiled without saying a word, appearing completely at ease.

At this point, saying more will only make more mistakes. If they have the guts, let them search.

In the end, they were all cowards who only listened to the weak and feared the strong.

When you run into a powerful figure like Elizabeth with connections, the only option left is to obediently get lost.

Only the foreign monk refused to give up, glaring fiercely at Jiang Baobin as he left.

It's as if his current predicament is all caused by Jiang Baobin.

Finally, he did his signature move—raising his middle finger!

Jiang Baobin was completely dumbfounded—could a foreign monk really be so uncivilized?

Actually, there are several types of foreign monks. Some of them can marry and have children, while others are naturally free from all taboos.

Faced with this arrogant guy, Jiang Baobin really wanted to hit him.

Why are there so many scoundrels everywhere who cause trouble and then try to shift the blame to others?

However, this time Jiang Baobin was arguing unreasonably.

How can you say he's shirking responsibility when the foreign monk approached him? He's a bona fide accomplice.

After everyone left, Jiang Daya asked anxiously, "Third Brother, are you alright?"

Because everything was spoken in English, she couldn't understand it at all, and only sensed that those American soldiers were up to no good.

Jiang Baobin opened the window to let the stale air out, and at the same time blinked at her:

"It's nothing, what could possibly be wrong?"

Jiang Baobin's relaxed attitude made Jiang Daya breathe a long sigh of relief, and her previous tension and fear dissipated.

Third Brother is truly remarkable; there's no problem he can't solve.

After Da Ya finished her work, Jiang Baobin made a phone call.

He was a little puzzled. The house had been robbed, yet Old Sir hadn't shown up. Wasn't he incredibly calm?

Or does he have something else to rely on? Is he waiting for me to take the bait?

I asked two foreigners I used to get along with, and they told me that Old Xier had gone to Shaanxi and Henan provinces to shop online again.

Because he was not at home, the little monk lacked discipline and went out to seek pleasure.

This allowed Yanzi Li San to take advantage of the situation and make a surprise attack.

Judging from the foreign monk's behavior today, he seems on the verge of collapse.

This shows that old Sil was definitely not a kind person.

Strike while the iron is hot! This is an experience passed down from our ancestors.

dinner.

The food was quite good; there was meat in it.

Perhaps it was because he had performed well that Jiang Daya wanted to reward him.

However, it didn't quite turn out as he had expected.

I bought a pound of meat, but I only ate less than half a pound.

Alright, let's keep buying tomorrow until Jiang Daya can't keep up and stops making ambushes.

After dinner, Jiang Baobin walked the dog outside, actually to observe the Xier family and the surrounding environment.

That's right, he planned to complete the "temporary task" issued by the system tonight, lest things get complicated.

It seems that even God couldn't stand Old Sylvie's perverse actions and wanted to keep the national treasure in its hometown.

After nightfall, a light autumn rain began to fall. Wasn't this a stroke of luck?

Have you ever seen someone stealing things while carrying a dog? Hehe, Jiang Baobin is one such person.

He wanted to take advantage of Four-Eyes' keen hearing.

Although his hearing is already far beyond that of ordinary people.

But compared to a four-eyed dog, it's nothing. A dog's hearing is 16 times better than a human's!

Dogs can sense when someone is approaching much earlier.

Jiang Baobin concealed Si Yan'er and used him as a lookout.

He then focused on dealing with the lock on Old Searle's door.

Someone is bound to ask, when did this guy learn how to pick locks...?