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

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded silently—[That makes sense!]

"Besides, the people sitting in the main seats today are my master, my second uncle, and my third great-uncle—they're factory leaders and school teachers. Would you like to sit in the main seats?"

He looked her up and down.

"You dare to challenge me?"

Jia Zhangshi's face flushed red: "You—you—Zhang Dabiao! Don't be ungrateful! I am—"

Zhang Dabiao didn't waste time with her: "Brother Maoshan Maosheng, help with the work."

"Okay!"

"They're here!"

So the two brothers, Maoshan and Maosheng, as distant nephews of Jia Zhangshi and proper relatives, carried her away together.

Even if Jia Zhangshi harbors resentment and reports it to the police, it's a matter between relatives and won't affect Zhang Dabiao in the slightest.

Yi Zhonghai sighed, leaning against the covered walkway without saying a word—[I can't even handle Zhang Dabiao, let alone you, with your distant, unrelated relationship, think you can be Zhang Dabiao's elder?]

You don't deserve it!

Seeing that Jia Zhangshi was being taken away like a prisoner, while the Maoshan and Maosheng brothers were still standing guard in the main hall, everyone shook their heads. Jia Zhangshi had just brought this humiliation upon herself. They had already told her that the two families would never see each other again, so why did she still come over?

Still want to be an elder?

Isn't that just being cheap?

Everyone can guess what Jia Zhangshi's mentality is: she's taking a chance, even if there's no guarantee of success, just in case Zhang Dabiao agrees out of politeness one day.

The Jia family will make a fortune.

But face is of no use to Zhang Dabiao.

Not only is he shameless, but he also imitates Brother Crow, flipping the table at any time and scheming against you, Jia Zhangshi.

We don't have that time.

Zhang Dabiao clapped his hands, acting as if nothing had happened: "Alright, Sha Zhu, is the food ready yet?"

Sha Zhu snapped out of his daze: "Okay, okay, okay! Let's start the meal right away!"

The courtyard became lively again.

Aunt Mu came over and quietly tugged at Zhang Dabiao's sleeve, whispering, "Dabiao, isn't this... a bit inappropriate?"

Although she knew what kind of person Jia Zhangshi was, today was, after all, her daughter Mu Wanqing's engagement banquet with Da Biao, and she was instinctively afraid that things would escalate and affect the reputation of the two children.

Zhang Dabiao smiled and said, "Auntie, it's alright. This is just the Jia family's usual test. As long as I back down once, they'll keep taking advantage of me and clinging to me."

"Therefore, we must never compromise with this kind of person, not even once."

Aunt Mu frowned, about to say something, when Qin Dingsong called out, "Da Biao! Come over and have a drink!"

"Hey, Master, you're here."

Zhang Dabiao responded and went over.

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At a table near the side room, Mu Wanqing and Zhang Dabiao's teachers were eating and chatting. Sha Zhu's culinary skills amazed these intellectuals.

Counselor Liu held his wine glass, but his eyes glanced at the wall of the side room—there were three plaques hanging on the wall, white with black characters, extremely eye-catching, exactly the same as the plaques of government units.

"Research and Development Studio under the Ministry of Foreign Trade";

"Research and Development Studio under the Ministry of Light Industry";

"Research and Development Studio under the Ministry of Food and Health".

Three plaques were hung side by side on the wall between the side room and the small courtyard. On the wall of the adjacent wing room (the wall of the rain shelter), there was a row of banners and certificates, densely covering most of the wall.

Just like in the school, this area has been turned into a glass display window for cultural exhibitions by Zhang Dabiao.

Yes, since it can't be hidden, it's better to show it off openly. Everyone around you will know about your honors, and even if they want to cause trouble during a crisis, they'll think twice about whether their superiors will retaliate if they mess with Zhang Dabiao.

Although these things are not as important as a martyr's family plaque, Zhang Dabiao can only use them to show his importance, every little bit counts.

The teachers from both schools were stunned. Holy crap, there were just too many!

In particular, the banners from the police station and the municipal public security bureau were discovered when everyone inquired about them. It turned out that Zhang Dabiao had already executed ten people, a full ten!

Holy crap, they were all sweating bullets.

Looking further down, the two most eye-catching are honorary certificates with red backgrounds and black calligraphy: one for generating $250,000 in foreign exchange, and the other for donating 100,000 yuan in remittance certificates...

Next to it was a special report from the Beijing Daily—which included a photo of Zhang Dabiao shaking hands with a department leader.

And I heard that $90 has not yet arrived in the account.

One person earned 1.6 percent of the country's total foreign exchange reserves in a year?

Several state-owned factories combined couldn't match his ability!

Counselor Liu swallowed hard.

He recalled Zhang Dabiao's nonchalant attitude at the security office yesterday, and thought that the young man was all talk and no action.

Looking at this wall of honors now, he realized—

This isn't just any ordinary vocational school student; this is someone on the Ministry's radar! This is a cash cow!

He's literate, skilled in martial arts, a fighter, and can even earn foreign exchange!

After a moment of contemplation, Counselor Liu whispered to Lao Zhou, "Lao Zhou, this student is no ordinary person."

Old Zhou nodded silently: "It's not simple. There are only a handful of people in the entire city of Beijing who can hold official positions in three ministries at the same time."

Previously, he had only heard from his superiors that Zhang Dabiao was an extraordinary student who was wealthy, contributed to the country, and generated foreign exchange.

Seeing this wall full of honors today, and overhearing the conversations of guests at other tables, he realized that what was said above was actually a bit conservative.

This isn't some amazing student, this is a god of wealth who needs to be worshipped!

"That girl... Mu Wanqing, it's her good fortune to have found someone like that."

Counselor Liu couldn't help but interject, "But her family background..."

"Ingredients?" Old Zhou glanced at him. "Old Liu, haven't you figured it out yet? Someone must have pulled strings to get her credentials approved. It was Zhang Dabiao who put in a good word with the ministry."

"Da Biao told me directly this morning that he already knew about Mu Wanqing's background. Because her background certificate couldn't pass the review, she couldn't go to university, so Da Biao got her a job at the steel rolling mill."

"Then Da Biao made foreign exchange earnings, which the ministry took seriously. So Da Biao made a request, and then Mu Wanqing was able to take the college entrance exam."

"You might think there's something wrong with Mu Wanqing's background, but in the eyes of Da Biao and the department leaders, it's not a big deal."

"The ministry has already endorsed it, why are you still going on about this? Aren't you just asking for trouble?"

Counselor Liu paused for a moment, then looked at the three plaques on the wall and fell silent.

The teachers next to Zhang Dabiao were also muttering to themselves.

Pointing to the three plaques, Teacher Zhou smiled and said to the principal, "Principal, look at our school's students, aren't they amazing?"

Principal Chen nodded, his eyes full of satisfaction: "Impressive. Not only is your professional skill impressive, but your character and conduct are also remarkable. Donating 100,000 remittance certificates without hesitation—few students can match that level of awareness."

Everyone nodded in agreement. Indeed, remittance certificates are already hard to come by, and the fact that he had so many was legendary. To be willing to donate a full 100,000 remittance certificates is equivalent to saving countless lives!

If this had happened before liberation, he would have created a "Ten Thousand People's Umbrella" without hesitation. It's just that Zhang Dabiao wasn't old enough; otherwise, recommending him for a minor county official position would have been a sure thing.

Anyway, if they had 100,000 remittance certificates... they would donate at most 10,000... no, at most 5000.

The secretary of the arts and crafts school was a composed man. He said in a low voice, "It's not just about awareness. The fact that he's listed in three departments shows that the organization trusts him a lot."

"A student like this has a limitless future."

Absolutely! Once Zhang Dabiao graduates and gets a job in a ministry, he won't have to worry about anything!

All three ministries are vying for him!