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

Zhang Dabiao is currently not concerned about whether Daheishi will crash the market.

He walked to another wooden cabinet that was always warm and damp.

The cabinet door was opened.

It was filled with top-tier national treasures that he had been frantically scouring the black market for recently.

The original copy of Mi Fu's "Poems of Tiaoxi" from the Northern Song Dynasty lies quietly in a brocade box.

The fragment of Wang Xizhi's "Ping An Tie" that I bought for ten yuan has been properly remounted by Old Jin.

Zhang Dabiao reached out and touched the slightly cool reel.

There are less than two years left until that nationwide storm.

Once the wind picks up.

Leaving these things in Beijing would be a death sentence.

Now they lie quietly underground in Hong Kong.

His fortress of wealth has been completely built.

Zhang Dabiao pulled over a chair and sat down.

He casually picked up the briefing that Ah Xiang, Qin Mancang, Jin Youwu and others had given him from the wooden table.

The briefing provided a detailed report on Mixue Ice Cream's profitability.

Halo, that greedy British police superintendent, pushed Mixue Ice Cream's business to new heights in order to embezzle the police station's food budget.

But what interested Zhang Dabiao the most was a local newspaper that came with the briefing.

The front page featured an explosive news story.

The first single volume of the comic book series "Old Master Q and Mr. Qin" has been released.

Six thousand copies were sold out in two days.

The comic book market in Hong Kong was completely ignited.

Zhang Dabiao stroked his chin, lost in thought.

He is currently a student majoring in interior design at an arts and crafts school.

They have the team behind the blockbuster comic book series "Nezha Conquers the Dragon King".

Teacher Zhou Muyi, Teacher Chen, Ma Changfeng, and Lin Wan.

Any one of these people could easily outshine those amateur painters in Hong Kong with their basic skills in line drawing and perspective.

Since comic books can be so popular.

Why not directly undercut Hong Kong's comic book market?

The classic Hong Kong and Japanese comics of later generations.

What are movies like "Young and Dangerous," "Dragon Tiger Gate," "Legend of the Emperor," and "Storm Riders"?

Even Dragon Ball and Slam Dunk were all in his mind—installed on his home server, Feiniu OS.

There are 30 terabytes of data, and comics alone account for nearly 5 terabytes.

All it takes is to establish a comic book publishing house in Hong Kong.

Utilizing Hong Kong's printing technology and distribution channels.

This is yet another inexhaustible gold mine.

Drawing is too tiring, but printing it directly doesn't take up my "little space". Do printers these days have COM interfaces? And there's no option for computer printing.

But Zhang Dabiao suddenly came up with an idea.

Before printing A4 size documents, delete all the little "GG" characters and other miscellaneous elements using Photoshop, and then check them once.

Then take a picture with a DSLR camera, develop a large print, and then get it printed.

That's it!

This can be!

I'll be researching the comic book market in Hong Kong again, and I've also heard news from Xiao Rizi and Da Piao Liang. This is something worth doing!

He wrote down what he wanted to do recently in his notebook so he wouldn't forget, and then went back to his little wooden house in the courtyard through "Little Nest" to rest. Making money—take it slow, no rush.

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The days passed by.

Life in the courtyard house seemed to have returned to normal.

Before we knew it, the calendar had turned to the end of May 1964.

The weather is gradually getting warmer.

That evening.

As usual, the older women in the courtyard sat under the big locust tree in the middle of the courtyard, enjoying the cool air and peeling garlic.

Sha Zhu was cooking inside the house.

Qin Huairu was washing her family's dirty clothes by the sink.

Sudden.

The door to Xu Damao's house was suddenly kicked open.

Xu Damao scrambled out of the house.

He was clutching that precious radio tightly in his hand.

One of their shoes was lost while running.

Xu Damao's face was deathly pale and his whole body was trembling.

He started shouting in the courtyard with a hoarse voice.

"Something terrible has happened!"

"The sky has fallen!"

Liu Haizhong was carrying a rice bowl as he came out of the house.

Seeing this, he scolded her in displeasure.

"Xu Damao, are you wailing like a mourner?!"

"What do you mean the sky is falling in the middle of the night? As a projectionist, you have no composure at all."

Xu Damao completely ignored Liu Haizhong.

He rushed straight to the east courtyard and shouted frantically.

"Da Biao!"

"Da Biao, come out here quickly!"

Zhang Dabiao was sitting in the courtyard eating the fried noodles with soybean paste made by Qin Jingru.

Hearing the noise, he frowned, went over, and opened the door.

"Da Mao, are you nagging me? You're practically smashing the door to pieces!"

Xu Damao grabbed Zhang Dabiao's arm.

The cold sweat in Zhang Dabiao's palms soaked through his sleeves.

Xu Damao swallowed several times before he could barely squeeze out a complete sentence.

"Dead...dead..."

"Nehru of India...died of a sudden heart attack!"

"The international news just came on the radio!"

Zhang Dabiao was stunned for a moment.

The hand holding the noodles with soybean paste was as steady as Mount Tai.

"So what if he dies?"

"At such an old age, and having lost a war, isn't it normal for him to develop a heart condition from the stress?"

"I didn't kill him, so what's it to me?"

Xu Damao was so anxious he was jumping up and down.

"How is this none of your business!"

"We were sunbathing in the yard last November."

"You said it yourself, that Kennedy of America and Nehru of India either died last year or this year."

Kennedy was assassinated last November.

Nehru suffered a heart attack in May of this year.

"You fucking succeeded in cursing me!"

Xu Damao's shout.

The entire staff of the Intermediate People's Court was completely bewildered.

There was a deathly silence under the old locust tree.

The clothes that Qin Huairu was rubbing in her hands fell into the basin with a "plop".

She didn't even notice the water splashing all over her face.

The rice bowl that Liu Haizhong was holding tilted directly.

The cornmeal porridge spilled on his shoes, scalding him and making him shiver.

But he didn't dare to say a word.

Everyone's mind was replaying that sunny afternoon last winter.

Zhang Dabiao casually uttered those two perfunctory words while lying on the armchair.

Zhang Dabiao, the prime minister of India, once said he wouldn't live more than two years, and it came true!

The handsome president, Zhang Dabiao, was predicted to die either this year or next year—and it came true within a week!

Is this some kind of offhand prophecy?

This is practically a case of words becoming law!

This is called casting a curse!

Two world-class national leaders!

Then think back to the early 60s when they confidently predicted that Jia Dongxu wouldn't live more than two years—and then Jia Dongxu died, and died such a tragic death!

Liu Haizhong suddenly took several steps back.

He covered his mouth tightly, afraid that even a loud breath would attract Zhang Dabiao's attention.

Yan Bugui had just walked over from the front yard.

Upon hearing Xu Damao's words, his legs went weak and he knelt down on the threshold.

He remembered that he had previously mocked Zhang Dabiao for being a fool for exchanging old money.

If Zhang Dabiao was unhappy, he could curse him casually.

Will Yan Laoxi live to see tomorrow morning?

The way everyone in the hospital looked at Zhang Dabiao changed.

It's no longer about watching a rich, carefree person.

Instead, it's about watching a living Yama who controls the Book of Life and Death.

Someone even added that of the thugs who clashed with Zhang Dabiao back then, nine were executed, five were sentenced to life imprisonment, and a bunch of others received prison sentences of varying degrees. One of them was even kidnapped in the countryside, and Qin Mancang killed one of them to save him…

Is this the possession of the Black and White Impermanence?

Or is he holding the Book of Life and Death?

Where is his notebook?