Courtyard House: The Road to an Industrial Power

He hurried home and closed the door.

Wang Yiwei leaned against the door and opened the note. It read:

"You can enter through the back door at 11:15 tonight. The documents are on the second shelf of the filing cabinet behind Su Wanqing's desk."

After reading the note, Wang Yiwei casually tossed it into the stove.

The note was instantly ignited, and the flames illuminated Wang Yiwei's face. As the flames died down, the clear image of his face gradually blurred.

In the security department, Zhang Dashan was having a meeting with several team leaders in his office.

Just then, there was a knock on the office door.

"Knock knock knock!"

"Enter!"

The door opened, and a security guard in blue overalls walked in.

"Good morning, Director! Good morning, Team Leaders!"

He then went to the opposite side of Zhang Dashan.

"Director, I just saw Wang Yiwei bump into a hooded man."

"It seems that person slipped a note to Wang Yiwei."

Zhang Dashan nodded and said, "Okay, I understand. Go and keep an eye on him. As soon as he comes to the factory, come and report in advance."

"yes!"

Zhang Xiaotao stood at attention, saluted, and said.

Zhang Xiaotao is Zhang Dashan's nephew. He was a top soldier in the reconnaissance company in the army. Later, he was injured and followed Zhang Dashan to the machinery factory.

This person has excellent observation skills and is very agile.

After Zhang Xiaotao left, Zhang Dashan said, "Things could happen at any time these days, so I require all of you to be on your guard!"

"We must seize the opportunity and act swiftly and decisively!"

"We must not give the other person the opportunity to commit suicide!"

Wang Meng patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Chief. As long as they dare to make a move, I'll break their limbs immediately."

Qin Fang, standing to the side, looked at Wang Meng and said, "Captain Wang, you should save your breath. Do you think everyone will fight you head-on?"

"Now we have to rely on this," the other man said, pulling out a pistol and brandishing it, "not on muscles and brute force."

Wang Meng looked at Qin Fang, who was fiddling with a pistol, and said, "Only a skinny monkey like you would keep saying that strength is useless."

"You want me to get close? Holding you, I won't even have a chance to draw my gun."

Qin Fang said disdainfully, "Too bad I won't give a bull a chance to get close."

Just as the two were joking around, Zhang Dashan tapped the table and said, "Stop arguing, you two. Let's see who's better in the mission. Don't talk nonsense here."

"Now everyone return to your posts. If anything goes wrong, don't blame me for personally disciplining you!"

"yes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several people stood up and said.

Everyone's face was unusually serious.

These men were traumatized by Zhang Dashan's training methods. They were originally Zhang Dashan's subordinates, and they were sent together to protect the machinery factory.

Back in the army, even a big guy like Wang Meng was trained to the point where he couldn't get out of bed.

At 10:30, Wang Yiwei gently pushed the door open a crack.

He stood behind the door, peering through the crack to observe the activity in the yard. After two minutes, confirming that no one was around, he opened the door and tiptoed out.

He didn't use the main gate, because during this period, the gates of the courtyard houses were locked by the liaison officer in the courtyard.

He came to a courtyard wall and quickly climbed over it.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Wang Yiwei stopped, looked around to make sure no one was there, and then strode quickly toward the machinery factory.

Just as he passed through a narrow alleyway, Zhang Xiaotao emerged from the shadows.

He watched Wang Yiwei walk toward the machinery factory, then turned and ran away along another road.

Five minutes later, Zhang Xiaotao, his face flushed and panting, arrived at Zhang Dashan's office.

"Third Uncle, Wang Yiwei is here."

Normally, Zhang Dashan would definitely reprimand Zhang Xiaotao, telling him that he should address people by their job titles when working.

But the situation was urgent, and as he walked out, he said, "Get everyone to the conference room now."

In the security department's conference room, a dozen people stood in front of the conference table.

"sit!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the group sat down.

"To make a long story short, load your pistols now and get to your designated positions in the technical building."

"yes!"

"action!"

At Zhang Dashan's command, everyone quickly left the office.

At that moment, Wang Yiwei was squatting in the bushes not far behind the machinery factory.

He glanced at the watch on the inside of his wrist; it was 11:10.

"Five minutes left"

Just as Wang Yiwei was muttering to himself, a gust of wind suddenly blew past him.

"who!"

Wang Yiwei turned around and raised his gun in one swift motion.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the person who came; it was none other than Yi Zhonghai's instructor, Yamada Ichiro.

"Yichuan-kun asked me to meet you and also to give you this."

As he spoke, he handed a white pill to Wang Yiwei, "And this too."

Looking at what the other person was holding, Wang Yiwei took it without expression.

He turned around and crept towards the back door of the machine factory.

At 11:15, the two patrol teams passed by.

Wang Yiwei climbed over the wall into the machinery factory and ran towards the technical department.

At this moment, Su Wanqing was still organizing documents in her office. Because a lot of materials would be needed later, she needed to compile them and report them to the logistics department so that they could purchase them in advance.

Seeing that she had almost finished tidying up, Su Wanqing stretched.

"Finally done"

I glanced at my watch; it was almost 11:30.

"Wei Dong should still be in his office. Let's go find him and go together."

Just as Su Wanqing turned off the light and walked to the door, the sound of the door opening suddenly came from outside.

Then Wang Yiwei gently pushed open the door.

The only light coming into the room was a faint glimmer of light from the open window.

The room was quiet.

Wang Yiwei tiptoed to the filing cabinet, quickly opened it, and took out the documents.

I took out a flashlight and kept taking pictures with the miniature camera.

He had just finished shooting one roll of film and was about to change the roll.

They didn't notice at all that the area outside the back door was full of security guards.

Just as he changed the film and was about to shoot.

"Bang"

A loud crash was heard, and the door was kicked open.

Wang Meng immediately rushed in.

Upon hearing the commotion, Wang Yiwei had already drawn his gun and pointed it at someone behind him before even turning around.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three shots were fired.

Wang Meng stopped abruptly, staring at the three bullet holes in his chest.

A surge of anger welled up inside him, "Fuck your mother!"

He stepped forward and kicked Wang Yiwei, who had just turned around and was about to fire his gun.

Wang Yiwei was kicked in the chest and immediately felt as if he had been hit by a truck.

It was kicked into the filing cabinet.

The soldiers who came in later only heard the gunshots and saw Wang Yiwei flying out.

Wang Meng pulled open his clothes: "Luckily, there was a steel plate in front of me."

This is what Wang Meng usually wears to increase the weight, for training purposes.

I forgot to take it off today, and it unexpectedly saved his life.

Just then, Wang Yiwei took out a pill and was about to put it in his mouth.

A gunshot rang out from the window.

"Bang!"