An extraordinary life journey through old Beijing courtyard houses

"We meet again." Zhao Zhibang forced a lewd smile.

Then, with a sour tone, she said, "Mr. Jiang is really capable; he actually lives in such a high-class place."

Jiang Baobin deliberately teased him: "There's no way around it, her charm is irresistible!"

"Unlike some toads, who are not only disgusting but also always dream of eating swan meat."

Zhao Zhibang narrowed his eyes, a cold glint in them.

However, this guy was also very cunning; he laughed in extreme anger.

"We don't need to waste words; the outcome is still uncertain."

As he spoke, he glanced at the person next to him, who was none other than his trusted patrol officer.

The man asked in a businesslike tone, "Mr. Jiang, there was a burglary at your neighbor's house last night. Please cooperate with the investigation."

Seeing that Jiang Baobin remained noncommittal, he continued, "Were you home last night?"

Jiang Baobin answered frankly, "I'm not home between 7:30 pm and midnight."

The inspector's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked, "Where have you been?"

"Going to have some fun, to the 'Western Gentlemen's Club'."

"How did you get there?"

"drive."

The inspector and Zhao Zhibang exchanged a glance, their faces filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"It's only a few hundred meters, why do you need to drive? Aren't you worried about wasting gas? You probably have some other purpose for it, right?"

Jiang Baobin looked at him as if he were a fool, and also mentioned Zhao Zhibang in the process:

"Poor people like you will never understand the mindset of rich people like us."

Zhao Zhibang was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

For a low-ranking official like him, the wealthy, especially those with connections, are untouchable figures!

Jiang Baobin was overjoyed, as he used to despise those who bullied others by abusing their power.

But now I finally understand that bullying others is not a skill, but bullying bad guys is really fun!

Look at Zhao Zhibang's humiliated face, it's so satisfying!

The inspector quickly stepped in to save face for his superior: "Mr. Jiang, please answer our questions and cooperate with our investigation."

He didn't care, just like a billionaire mocking a multi-millionaire as a pauper, which would make the multi-millionaire resentful.

But if you ridicule a migrant worker, the migrant worker will just laugh it off.

Damn it! I'm a penniless wretch! But don't get cocky, or I might do it again someday...

Jiang Baobin scoffed, "It rained yesterday. If I didn't drive, were I supposed to wade through the water?"

"Do you know how much my custom-made dress cost? One of them is worth a year's salary for you."

Jiang Baobin is obviously bragging; all his products are from mainland China.

Because he knew better than anyone that it wouldn't be long before it had to be disposed of and would be completely unwearable.

The inspector, not understanding the reason, accepted his answer.

Zhao Zhibang interrupted with a stern face: "Who can prove you're at the 'West Gentlemen's Club'?"

"All the guests last night can attest to this."

"Say their names!"

Jiang Baobin smiled and said, "Sorry, I forgot."

This guy is clearly messing with people.

Zhao Zhibang angrily retorted, "Do you intend to resist an investigation? I'm warning you, this won't do you any good."

"Forgot is forgotten. Can't you just forget because you've had too much to drink?"

"Hmph! We'll investigate thoroughly. Now we're going in to search!"

Jiang Baobin revealed a mocking smile: "Please show me the 'search warrant'."

"Uh..." Zhao Zhibang was speechless.

It would be a miracle if he could get his hands on that stuff.

Just as they were staring at each other, another car drove up.

Not long after, several military police officers, along with a foreigner in a trench coat, accompanied a fat old man in a black burqa.

Although he was an elderly foreigner, he could be perfectly described using the Chinese idiom "kind-faced and benevolent."

This is of course old Sir. He doesn't look too well; he must have just returned from a long journey.

Faced with Jiang Baobin's unusual appearance.

Old Sir smiled warmly: "Child, are you unleashing your inner potential? That's excellent."

The old man's accent was so authentic that if you closed your eyes, you would never guess it came from a foreigner.

That's why he's so difficult to deal with; the saying "a smiling tiger eats people without spitting out the bones" perfectly describes him.

Jiang Baobin put his body back on the mat, then did a somersault and jumped up from the ground.

Her movements were incredibly agile and nimble!

Everyone who saw it was filled with admiration.

"You must be Mr. Sear? I've heard of you. Please come in and let's talk."

Old Syl gave a knowing smile and made a thank you gesture.

Jiang Baobin became even more vigilant, knowing that the old man's house had been almost completely ransacked.

The fact that he can remain so calm and collected shows that his cunning and shrewdness level is at least four plus signs!

Jiang Baobin let the foreigners in, but Zhao Zhibang and his gang had to be turned away.

Zhao Zhibang was so angry that he rolled his eyes and vowed to find a chance to get revenge!

Jiang Baobin pursed his lips, as if letting you in would magically turn hostility into friendship.

I'm not that naive.

Subsequently, Old Sylphyr remained calm and composed, chatting and laughing as usual.

First, they asked Jiang Baobin if he saw anything when the dog barked the day before yesterday.

And last night, did you notice anything unusual?

Of course, Jiang Baobin knew nothing about it.

Old Syl wasn't unhappy at all; instead, he went on and on about redemption, universal love, and a whole bunch of other things.

Jiang Baobin was completely dumbfounded—was this old man confused from anxiety? Or did he have Parkinson's disease?

What time is it? How can you still be talking about this?

But that wasn't all. Old Searle went on and on about how wonderful heaven is, with endless blessings...

Jiang Daya, who was standing to the side, listened with frequent nods and great interest.

If it weren't for Jiang Baobin glaring at her several times, she probably would have already spoken up.

Just as Jiang Baobin was shrouded in mystery, trying to guess what Lao Deng intended to do.

Old Sylder seemed to have exhausted his persuasive skills, so he changed the subject and asked to tour the villa.

According to him, he wanted to see if the brother and sister had any affinity with God.

If fate allows, one may ascend to heaven under his guidance in the future.

Jiang Baobin breathed a sigh of relief. Goodness, after going through all that trouble, it turns out it was all for this?

No wonder he's a charlatan; his bewitching potion is so potent that it's impossible for an ordinary person to resist.

Jiang Baobin flatly refused, his excuse practically on the tip of his tongue—

This is Miss Roosevelt's home; I have no right to allow anyone to visit.

Old Syl's smile remained unchanged; he had already seen it when Elizabeth was there.

She is destined to be with God and will definitely ascend to heaven in the future.

So this time I won't look at her stuff, I'll only look at stuff related to Jiang Baobin and his sister.

This is a matter of great importance, concerning whether or not one can ascend to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. If you miss it, you'll never have another chance.

Having been thoroughly swayed and captivated, Jiang Daya couldn't help but agree.

However, Jiang Baobin was quick to speak and refused outright.

Well, if I agree now, it probably won't be long before it turns from a visit into a search.

He'd learned all too well from the world these two-faced scoundrels came from...