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

Zhang Dabiao looked at the group of trembling beasts outside.

I was speechless.

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary office worker, and he only remembered a few major historical events.

I was in a bad mood at the time, so I just blurted it out.

Who knew the timeline would be so tightly bound?

"Xu Damao".

Zhang Dabiao slurped up a mouthful of noodles.

"Stop promoting feudal superstition."

"I am a staunch materialist."

"That's called a scientific deduction based on the international situation, understand?"

Xu Damao nodded frantically, as if pounding garlic.

"I understand, I understand, Da Biao, if you say it's a deduction, then it's a deduction."

"From now on, if you point east, I will never go west."

"From now on, Zhang Dabiao, you're my brother, my own brother!"

Xu Damao now has complete and utter awe for Zhang Dabiao.

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Early the next morning.

The atmosphere in the courtyard house remained eerie.

No one dared to speak loudly.

When the neighbors saw Zhang Dabiao come out to get water, they all walked close to the wall.

I just had breakfast.

A jeep stopped at the entrance of the alley.

Chen Guangliang, the director of Jiaodaokou Police Station, led two police officers, Lao Mo and Xiao Li, into the compound.

All three were wearing uniforms and looked serious.

Director Chen went straight to the east courtyard.

Comrade Zhang Dabiao.

"Please come with us."

"There are some things we need to verify with you."

This formation was immediately apparent.

People in the front and middle courtyards all hid behind the windows to peek.

Jia Zhangshi hid behind the door and muttered maliciously.

"Good job catching him. This little bastard who spreads heresy will definitely get shot."

Qin Huairu quickly covered Jia Zhangshi's mouth.

"Mom, say less. If he comes back and hears us, our family will be finished."

Xu Damao was even more ruthless, his words throwing Jia Zhangshi into a panic: "You'd better hope Da Biao is alright. If something really happens to him, he might just say something like, 'Your entire Jia family is finished...'"

Jia Zhangshi was terrified—"Ahhhhhh!"

"I didn't say anything! I didn't say anything!"

Then he quickly ran back to the main hall in the front yard and closed the door tightly.

In the east courtyard.

Zhang Dabiao was a little confused. Had he been reported again or what?

But he didn't care; he was used to it. He slowly wiped his mouth.

He comforted Qin Jingru, who was so frightened she was about to cry.

"Jingru, don't be afraid."

"Make extra food for lunch, I'll be back soon."

There were no glaring table lamps in the interrogation room.

Chen Guangliang poured Zhang Dabiao a cup of hot water.

The atmosphere wasn't tense.

Two unfamiliar plainclothes officers sat behind the table, their eyes extremely sharp.

Chen Guangliang coughed.

"Da Biao."

"Regarding your prediction of the lifespans of other countries' leaders in advance."

"It's all over the news now."

"Explain yourself, what exactly happened?"

Zhang Dabiao leaned back in his chair, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

Steady as a rock.

"Several leaders."

"If you think I can tell fortunes and cast spells, then you're just being idealistic."

"That's just my analysis, a grassroots analysis. The old men in the alleys analyze the international situation every day, and they all talk a good game. Is it illegal for me to do this analysis?"

"Besides, I was in a bad mood when my wedding didn't happen, and I had a few drinks. I was just making wild guesses and talking nonsense. I really didn't mean it." Zhang Dabiao pretended to be aggrieved. In fact, before he came, his superiors had already investigated and probably believed that he was talking nonsense.

But Jia Dongxu, Kennedy, and Nehru have all gotten this right three times...

The higher-ups can't possibly ignore this.

(I, Jia Dongxu, have also made something of myself, to be ranked alongside these two!)

Zhang Dabiao's reasoning was also impeccable: young people and old men alike love to talk about these things on the streets, each a master strategist, each capable of sweeping the world with a single move. It's a common problem among Chinese people, something everyone is well aware of.

But this big guy...

The analysis is far too accurate.

The plainclothes officer frowned.

"How did you analyze it?"

Zhang Dabiao put down his teacup and began to speak eloquently.

"I read the Reference News and internal reference newspapers every day. I have the salary of a deputy section chief, and the factory office has a centralized subscription to these newspapers."

"Jenny's reforms in his country offended those military-industrial complex capitalists."

"Do you think the capitalists will let him off? That's the capitalists' world. If he doesn't die, who will? It's only a matter of time before he's assassinated."

"As for Nehru, before the war, he was the 'Father of the Nation' of India, and his prestige was unmatched. However, the defeat in the war was regarded as a 'national disgrace' by India."

"He was arrogant and provoked our border, but was beaten to a pulp by our heroic People's Liberation Army."

"He was such a proud man, but his international reputation plummeted and he faced immense pressure at home."

"At his age, he was exhausted. I heard he had a stroke in 1963 and another in January 1964. Given his physical and mental condition, isn't it common medical knowledge that he could have a sudden heart attack or cerebral hemorrhage? His blood vessels were already blocked."

Zhang Dabiao shared all the information he had learned about street vendor certification from the internet in his previous life.

The logic is rigorous and the steps are interconnected.

The two plainclothes officers exchanged a glance, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes.

They were originally sent by their superiors to gather intelligence.

During this period, Zhang Dabiao donated money, helped the country earn a lot of foreign exchange, spent huge sums of money to help the country dispose of worthless cultural relics, and also collected a lot of black market items that were to be destroyed—to be honest, he was definitely giving money to the country, and he was also a top student from an arts and crafts school.

The background of its diagnosis and treatment is extremely clean and its contribution is enormous.

The higher-ups had no intention of touching him; they were simply curious about this "divine prediction."

After listening to this explanation armed with international evidence and dialectical materialism.

The plainclothes leader's tense face finally relaxed.

He even showed an approving smile.

"What a fine example of materialistic analysis!"

"Comrade Zhang Dabiao, your sensitivity to diagnosis and treatment and your overall perspective are outstanding."

"He truly deserves to be called a young talent who created such an excellent work as 'Heroes and Daughters'."

"Then, could you make another prediction...?"

"Or perhaps we could analyze it?"

Zhang Dabiao was stunned when the plainclothes officer spoke.

【You actually believe what I, Xia Jiba, am saying?】

"Analyze what?"

The two plainclothes officers exchanged a glance, then looked at Director Chen Guangliang. Chen Guangliang tactfully left the room, giving them space.

Zhang Dabiao's heart skipped a beat. It seemed these two plainclothes officers were quite influential, at least much more powerful than Director Chen.

It wouldn't be out of the question to reveal a little bit of future information to them and have it reported through their channels...

Of the two plainclothes officers, the older one sat down, offered Zhang Dabiao a cigarette to ease the tension, and then asked a question.

Regarding the Soviet Union: "What is your view on the current leaders of the Soviet Union? How will Sino-Soviet relations develop in the future?" (This was during a sensitive period, on the eve of Khrushchev's resignation and Brezhnev's rise to power.)

Regarding Vietnam: "What are your views on the future of the Annam War? Will Vietnam escalate the war further? Will our country be drawn into it?"

Regarding US-China relations: "With the new president (Johnson) in the US, do you think there's a possibility of easing tensions in US-China relations in the future? Why?"

Regarding the World Government's fate: "How do you interpret the phrase 'The East Wind prevails over the West Wind'? How do you foresee the situation regarding the World Government's fate developing in the next few years?"

At that moment, the cigarette in Zhang Dabiao's mouth fell to the ground.

What the hell?!

Is this something I can just casually say?