Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

Lou Yufan was stunned. How could this be?

"Hey buddy, I'm the one who came up with the name Zhang Yaoyang, and I had my people handle the ID card. What's the point of telling me all this?"

While eating, Zhang Dabiao replied nonchalantly, "Whatever name you use to apply for your ID card, that's my name too."

"A name is just a label, like you, Boss Lou, Young Master Lou, Lou Yu Fan—aren't they all you?"

"No matter how many times you change your name, you are still you."

Lou Yufan was confused by Zhang Dabiao's rambling, so he cut to the chase: "You're really not Zhang Dabiao?"

"I am Zhang Dabiao's twin brother. He gave me his ID card, so I came here."

Since it's a lie, let's go all the way.

"But didn't you say you're an American of Chinese descent, and that your parents and grandparents live in San Francisco's Chinatown?"

"Where did you get your twin brother from?"

Zhang Dabiao narrowed his eyes: "Boss Lou, you're investigating me?"

Lou Yufan smiled and lit a cigarette: "Today, my housekeeper went to clean that village house and found that someone had moved in under Zhang Yaoyang's name. I had the ID card and land deed processed for them, so we had to investigate."

"Mr. Roy Cheung, could you please explain how you, as an American of Chinese descent, could have a twin brother in Beijing?"

Lou Yufan seemed a bit inquisitive, but Zhang Dabiao wasn't intimidated at all. After all, in this world, one's identity is something one creates for oneself.

As long as I don't acknowledge it, you can't exactly go to the Chinese community in San Francisco to investigate my ancestors for eighteen generations, can you?

"Before liberation, my father returned to China to handle some matters in our old family. He met my mother there, and my younger brother and I were born. But it was a chaotic time, and my younger brother was born with a defect and was taken away by someone."

"I went back to San Francisco with my parents to live with my grandparents."

"I went to Beijing to look for my brother a while ago, and as the saying goes, 'Heaven helps those who help themselves,' and I actually found him."

"And he gave me this ID card, so I came."

"Is there a problem?"

Zhang Dabiao wasn't guilty at all. Since you investigated me, you know everything that the villagers of Agongyan Village know.

Is there anything wrong with what I'm saying?

Lou Yufan stared at Zhang Dabiao suspiciously for a long time, then suddenly blurted out in English, "Guess I believe it?"

Zhang Dabiao casually replied, "Whether you believe it or not, I don't care."

He also gave a very American-style smirk and shrugged.

He did have a certain level of English proficiency; as long as he didn't read novels or academic articles, Zhang Dabiao could manage some basic conversational situations.

Not much, but not too bad either.

Lou Yufan grew up in mainland China and was sent to Hong Kong by Lou Bancheng after the liberation. He only learned a little English at that time. The two were evenly matched.

Lou Yufan nodded: "That's interesting."

"The older brother is in America, and the younger brother is in Beijing?"

"Your family's situation is quite bizarre—"

Up to this point, Lou Yufan believed Zhang Dabiao's words because "Zhang Yaoyang" appeared in Agongyan Village at the end of last month and had been busy with tea stall matters recently, appearing frequently.

And Zhang Dabiao?

Recently, Lou Yufan has been frequently in contact with Lou Bancheng's side, and Zhang Dabiao is in Beijing.

I called Lou Bancheng this morning to confirm. He and Zhang Dabiao had gone to the ministry for tea and a talk a few days ago. These past two days, their No. 95 compound has been haunted. Zhang Dabiao recklessly smashed the wall. Lou Bancheng knows about the bank settling his mop patent licensing and remittance certificates.

Because their daughter Lou Xiao'e is dating Xu Damao, they know everything Zhang Dabiao does.

You can't expect someone to be in Hong Kong today, go to Beijing tomorrow, and then run back to Hong Kong the day after tomorrow—even flying doesn't make it that fast.

Moreover, Zhang Dabiao in Beijing was a simpleton for the first 17 years of his life, and only recently came to his senses. He is still in junior high school, and since foreign language teaching in Beijing is mainly in Russian, Zhang Dabiao naturally doesn't know English.

Therefore, there is only one truth—

Twins! Two people!

"But is your family really surnamed Zhang? Is your real name Zhang Yaoyang?" Lou Yufan was still very curious.

While eating, Zhang Dabiao said, "I can be called Zhang Yaoyang, or I can be called Liu Dehua, it doesn't matter what name I use. You got an ID card for my brother, so I can just use it."

"Speak, what brings Young Master Lou here? You can't have just dragged me here for a chat, can you?"

"You're a big boss, making tens of thousands of dollars a minute, and you came all the way to a rural-urban fringe like Shau Kei Wan just to chat with me?"

I don't believe it.

Lou Yufan thought for a moment, then finally sighed.

"I'm contacting you to ask if you have any way to safely bring my family to Hong Kong."

"If you're Zhang Dabiao's brother, and a Chinese American, then there's nothing we can do."

He thought Zhang Dabiao had some amazing method, but it turned out to be an American of Chinese descent?

If his trip to the mainland was only to visit relatives, then he could naturally come to Hong Kong without any problems.

The fact that he came instead of Zhang Dabiao proved that he had no way to get Zhang Dabiao to come, so Lou Yufan was disappointed.

Zhang Dabiao raised an eyebrow: "Oh, even Young Master Lou couldn't safely bring his family over?"

Lou Yufan shook his head: "If my dad and Aunt Tan were younger and healthier, there might be a way."

"But they're getting old now, and there's my sister Xiao'e, and so much family property... if they wanted to take it over..."

"Disaster."

Zhang Dabiao didn't respond; whether the Lou family lived or died was none of his business.

"Alright, just finding out who you are is enough."

"Otherwise, if some random person occupies the village house, your brother and I won't be able to explain it to them."

"If you need anything, come find me at the Lou's Chamber of Commerce. You should have my address, right? You can also call me."

"In Hong Kong, the Lou family still holds some influence."

Lou Yufan patted his shoulder in a pretentious manner, even pretending to be arrogant and self-important—but Zhang Dabiao could clearly sense the dejection emanating from his brows.

It wasn't that Zhang Dabiao was worried about whether his family could come to Hong Kong; at least, he didn't sense that. On the contrary, it was more like...

How to describe it?

There's a way to solve something, but that way doesn't work now, creating an atmosphere of deep disappointment and frustration.

Has Lou Yufan run into trouble?

And his gaze seemed somewhat evasive and—guilty?

Is there still a hint of murderous intent?

The look in someone's eyes when they want to kill them cannot be hidden.

Alarm bells rang in Zhang Dabiao's mind. Why did he have murderous intent when they had only met a few minutes ago?

Something's not right!

I was originally going to ask about the $90, but I can't now; the atmosphere is clearly off.

And how did you, Roy Cheung, know about that $90?

Haven't you been running a tea stall on Shau Kei Street lately?