An extraordinary life journey through old Beijing courtyard houses

Jiang Baobin blinked – Damn! Isn't this my usual car? How did it get into this state?

Seeing it rushing towards him, Jiang Baobin quickly pulled Daya behind a tree.

"Haha!" Elizabeth jumped out of the driver's seat and said triumphantly.

"Am I amazing? I drove all the way here myself! From Rose's house to the representative office, and then here."

Jiang Baobin rolled his eyes dramatically.

Why are you blocking it? I saw the dent in the left fender from far away.

Rose, pale-faced, also got out of the passenger seat and forced a smile at him.

Only after questioning Jiang Baobin did I learn the whole story—

Those "Rong family members" truly did not let Jiang Baobin down.

No sooner had he been taken away than they returned to the Smith factory, from where they contacted Rose.

Actually, Jiang Baobin had already given Rose some precautions beforehand.

It is said that Weinberger may use underhanded tactics to sabotage the negotiations.

Capitalists have no bottom line... well, they have no bottom line at all.

Especially guys like Weinberg, he'll do anything for money.

So Rose didn't panic at all and immediately went to the "representative office" to negotiate in person.

Actually, the Americans in Beiping were eager for Smith Company to be sold off as soon as possible.

Then the whole family went back to America.

Otherwise, it would take up too much of their energy and money.

Good heavens! Medical expenses, hospitalization fees, nursing fees, economic losses... a long list of bills!

It's consuming their funds every day.

So when they heard that someone was causing trouble, and that it was those cowardly "yellow-skinned dogs", they were immediately furious!

One phone call landed him at the police department, and he launched into a tirade!

This led to the scene where Deputy Director Wang intervened – if the higher-ups were wronged, Zhao Zhibang would naturally suffer as well.

After replacing Elizabeth, the road hazard, Jiang Baobin drove Daya back to the mansion.

He then drove the two women out for a big meal to celebrate his newfound freedom.

There was no way around it; Elizabeth insisted on going.

Jiang Baobin couldn't help but lament: "My little wallet! I just got some money in, and now I'm going to have to spend it all."

During the meal, the topic of Tom came up.

That strong, healthy guy who donated 500cc of blood at a time is now in trouble.

This illness was far beyond my expectations, and it has been so long before my body has recovered enough to be transferred from Honolulu to New York.

Ordinary illnesses like pneumonia and the common cold should not be taken lightly.

It varies from person to person; sometimes it can be fatal for a specific person!

While lamenting the fragility of life, he couldn't resist having a big drink, and as a result, Jiang Baobin blacked out again.

The next day, his back and legs continued to ache, which puzzled him.

Getting drunk is bad enough, but why does my body feel like I've run a marathon? Is that normal?

Even though he was forcing himself to stay awake, Jiang Baobin still got up early and exercised for a while.

As the old saying goes: "If you don't practice for a day, your hands and feet will become slow; if you don't practice for two days, you'll lose half of what you've learned; if you don't practice for three days, you'll be a complete novice; if you don't practice for four days, you'll just stare blankly!"

Therefore, the worst thing to do when practicing martial arts is to interrupt your practice.

Although Jiang Baobin had never been exposed to martial arts in his previous life.

But since this is a virtual world, and the inheritance he received is all about the "truth" principle, what can he do?

The training methods don't require a master's direct instruction; the system comes with them all and directly inputs them into his brain.

Unable to hold on any longer, Jiang Baobin rubbed his aching back and went to find Wang Wenshan.

After all, he's been in this world for over a month, and this is the first time someone has pointed a gun at him.

Jiang Baobin knocked twice on the door and then pushed it open, figuring the person inside wouldn't get up to open it for him anyway.

Wang Wenshan lay on his side on the bed. Hearing the door open, his right hand instinctively reached under the pillow.

Jiang Baobin couldn't help but find it amusing. How could someone leave a gun in his own room?

Having not touched anything, Wang Wenshan slowly sat up.

The two looked at each other, and Wang Wenshan gave a simple, honest smile.

He should be around twenty years old. Judging from his appearance, he seems a bit stubborn.

Jiang Baobin sarcastically remarked, "So nice of you today? Isn't this the time to point a gun at me?"

Wang Wenshan scratched his head sheepishly, probably aggravating his wound, and grimaced.

Jiang Baobin found the guy rather comical.

He took the initiative to apologize: "Thank you for saving me. I was in a hurry before, and I offended you in many ways. Please forgive me."

Jiang Baobin waved his hand, appearing very magnanimous: "It concerns life and death, so I can understand."

He really wanted to ask them if they could reimburse his medical expenses.

However, I held back and decided to consider it a good deed.

Now that he's made a living through his own hard work, swindling and cheating, he doesn't need that little bit of money to get by.

"I heard you were taken away by the police yesterday?" Wang Wenshan asked with concern.

Jiang Baobin immediately understood: "It's nothing, it has nothing to do with you, it's a business matter."

Wang Wenshan said, "If I cause you any danger, you can hand me over to the police!"

Jiang Baobin saw the "determination" in Wang Wenshan's eyes, so it seems that he really thought so.

Faith was merely lip service in later generations, but it is not now.

Jiang Baobin found it somewhat amusing—"Hand you over now? What about my future? Your people won't listen to my excuses."

After chatting for a while, Jiang Daya brought in steamed buns, egg custard, and a side dish of mixed vegetables.

Jiang Baobin said sourly, "You've caught a lucky time."

"A little over a month ago, I almost died from heatstroke. My condition was much worse than yours; I was on the verge of death!"

"If you don't believe me, ask my sister what I've been eating. It's nothing more than cornbread and a little porridge at most."

"Yes, even pickled vegetables aren't served every meal," Jiang Daya added with a smile.

"My brother has complained about this a hundred times."

"Are there that many?" Jiang Baobin asked, frowning.

After spending a lot of time with him, Jiang Daya also learned to play the straight man: "If not a hundred, then at least seventy or eighty times."

Jiang Baobin nodded: "Yes, I think your second number is more reliable."

Then he laughed without a care in the world.

"Pfft—" Jiang Daya was infected by his enthusiasm.

Then, Wang Wenshan also laughed.

After saying a few polite words about resting and recovering, Jiang Baobin left.

To be honest, he doesn't dare to get too close to them now.

If you were to ask him to deliver some information or rescue someone, his small frame might not be able to handle it.

When we were eating breakfast, we found that only Pete and Emma, ​​the two little brats, were there.

He then asked Jiang Daya what was going on.

"Madam said she was too tired yesterday and will get up later."

Jiang Baobin couldn't help but grumble, "She's really something, is she still going to sell the company or not? Turns out I'm the only one who's worried."

Jiang Daya smiled dismissively – it's no use telling me.

"Alright." Jiang Baobin wiped his mouth. "I'm just destined to worry and suffer!"