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

Qin Dashan put down his pencil and nodded.

"Don't worry, Da Biao, I'll go through the ledgers again right away and make sure there are no leaks."

Zhang Dabiao turned to look at Qin Youcheng.

"Uncle Cheng, if any unfamiliar faces try to probe us recently, just say that this is a government procurement point, and I've left the procurement certificate here. Don't say another word."

Qin Mancang was a formal purchasing agent before, but after killing someone to save Zhang Dabiao, he was "transferred" to Hong Kong by Zhang Dabiao, and his purchasing certificate was gone.

Zhang Dabiao had a temporary purchasing permit, which he never used, but the factory did not take it back.

As for the matter of "setting up" a purchasing point here, it has been reported to Guangqi and Tianbaocheng, and the factory knows about it, so there is no problem in terms of procedures.

Qin Youcheng tapped his pipe on the sole of his shoe and said slowly but with a hint of murderous intent, "Da Biao, don't worry."

"I'm risking my life here. Anyone who dares to cause trouble here will have to step over me first."

After settling the accounts, Zhang Dabiao went down to the teahouse's cellar alone.

This place is filled with all sorts of antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and small yellow croaker antiques that I've collected over the past few months. Old Jin has already appraised them; most of the genuine items are placed to one side, while the fakes are piled up to make it look real.

Zhang Dabiao used the "small nest" as a transit point to move these troublesome old items to the basement of Xiangjiang Village House.

Only after finishing all this did Zhang Dabiao feel at ease.

I have to keep a low profile for the next few months and stay quiet for now.

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The date was June 22th.

Zhang Dabiao had just finished drawing a few perspective drawings at the Arts and Crafts School when he heard Zhou Muye excitedly discussing some inscription with someone in the corridor.

"Learn from Comrade Lei Feng."

Although these seven characters have not yet been officially published in the newspapers, they have already spread within ministries and schools.

Zhang Dabiao suddenly remembered this: Learning from Lei Feng and the Five Antis Movement were happening at the same time? A nationwide political movement was about to begin.

However, it didn't concern him much. He didn't want to be a model citizen, nor did he want to cause any trouble. He would just follow whatever arrangements were made by the higher-ups or the local authorities.

There's another big event this month! You Hongjuan gave birth to a healthy baby boy, nicknamed "Andy Lau," weighing five pounds and six ounces. Zhang Dabiao reluctantly adopted another godson.

Liu Xiaoqing, Andy Lau, Yan Xiaochen, Xu Xiaojun...

Zhang Dabiao scratched his head. Why did it feel like he was giving out more and more New Year's money? He was losing money!

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On March 5th, the cold wind of the late spring chill made the tree branches in Beijing rustle.

Early in the morning, an exciting broadcast came from the loudspeaker on the utility pole at the entrance of the alley.

The People's Daily officially published the inscription at the top: "Learn from Comrade Lei Feng".

The news caused an instant uproar throughout Beijing. Schools, factories, and neighborhood offices all sprang into action, vying to organize study sessions.

As evening approached and the residents of the courtyard house finished their dinner, the sound of clattering pots and pans echoed from the central courtyard.

Liu Haizhong stood in the middle of the yard, holding an enamel basin, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"A meeting's in session!"

"All neighbors, please gather at the Central Court; an important message is to be conveyed!"

It was so cold that everyone was wrapped in thick cotton-padded coats, tucked their hands in, and huddled together.

An eight-immortal table was placed in the middle, and Yi Zhonghai, holding his chipped teacup, sat in the main seat with an air of authority.

Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui sat on either side.

Yi Zhonghai cleared his throat, unfolded the neatly folded newspaper in his hand, and began to speak in a pretentious manner.

"Fellow neighbors, today's event is of utmost importance."

"The higher-ups have issued a directive that the entire nation should learn from Comrade Lei Feng."

"Our No. 95 compound has always been an advanced compound, and we must be at the forefront in terms of political awareness."

"I propose that we improve the cleanliness of our compound and strengthen neighborly relations. In particular, those who are capable should help those in need more, and put the spirit of Lei Feng into practice."

"Capable comrades"?

As soon as these words were spoken, it was clear to anyone with eyes that they were directed at Zhang Dabiao.

In the entire street, who the hell is as capable as Zhang Dabiao? No matter if they're a level 8 worker or a cadre, they can't compare to Zhang Dabiao!

Money is plentiful, and honor is abundant.

He suddenly stood up, seizing an opportunity to sew up his bangs.

"Let me add a couple of points!"

"Simply shouting slogans isn't enough. I've decided that our college will establish a 'Learn from Lei Feng' leadership group, with myself as the group leader, to take the lead in doing good deeds!"

Yan Bugui, standing to the side, pushed up his glasses, silently calculating whether this act of learning from Lei Feng could save on water and electricity bills.

Xu Damao sat at the back of the crowd and curled his lip in disdain.

Zhang Dabiao, with his hands in the pockets of his military overcoat, watched the three old opera performers perform with a blank expression.

Everyone knows perfectly well that the three of them all want to show off.

Just then, Jia Zhangshi could no longer contain herself.

She squeezed out from behind Qin Huairu and slapped her thigh.

"That old man is right!"

"If we're talking about who's the most capable person in our department, it's definitely Zhang Dabiao!"

"He eats and drinks the finest food every day, and the supplies in that courtyard are piled up like a small mountain."

"Since we're going to learn from Lei Feng, shouldn't Zhang Dabiao take the lead and distribute his grain and meat to help those of us who are starving?"

As soon as Jia Zhangshi said this, several residents in the courtyard who usually liked to take advantage of others started to make a fuss, and the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat strange.

Before Zhang Dabiao could even speak, Xu Damao exploded.

He suddenly stood up, walked a few steps to the center of the field, pointed at Jia Zhangshi's nose and started spitting.

"Screw your 'poor family' nonsense!"

"Jia Zhangshi, do you even have any shame left?"

"Why didn't Da Biao learn from Lei Feng?"

"Our youth mutual aid association helped more than a dozen young people have enough to eat, without taking a single grain of food from the public. Doesn't that count as learning from Lei Feng?"

"Two years ago, Da Biao donated 100,000 remittance certificates to help countless orphans and families of martyrs. Doesn't that count as learning from Lei Feng?"

Liu Guangqi also stepped forward: "Da Biao has a history of acts of bravery, helping the police station catch criminals before, does that count?"

Yan Jiecheng added, "He even risked his life to save someone by shielding them from a knife attack. Doesn't that count as learning from Lei Feng?"

He was referring to the incident where Zhang Dabiao shielded Mu Wanqing from a knife attack, almost losing his life in the process.

The more they talked, the more excited they became, spitting as they spoke, some of their saliva flying directly onto Jia Zhangshi's face.

"You spend all day lying at home sewing shoe soles, only thinking about scheming to take advantage of others. What right do you have to stand here and give orders?"

Jia Zhangshi was forced to back away by Xu Damao's barrage of insults, her face turning pale and then red, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Yi Zhonghai quickly picked up his teacup and tapped it on the table.

"Da Mao Guang Qi and Jie Cheng, how can you talk like that? We're all neighbors, we can talk things out, don't get so agitated."

Zhang Dabiao then slowly walked out.

He glanced around at everyone, finally fixing his gaze on Yi Zhonghai.

"Master Yi, you need to see beyond the surface to the essence of this matter."

"Learning from Lei Feng means serving the people wholeheartedly, relying on our own efforts, and striving for progress."

"It's not an excuse to glorify myself, nor is it a tool for moral blackmail or forcing others to open their wallets."

"Anyone who wants to learn from Lei Feng can sweep the streets and do good deeds anytime without having to look at what others are doing."

Zhang Dabiao's words struck a nerve with Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai immediately lost face and was about to use his elder's authority to put on a show of restraint.

"Well said!"

A clear cheer suddenly rang out from the courtyard gate.