I painted an aircraft carrier on the courtyard house for Dongda University.

Zhu Zi looked at him incredulously: "Master, you mean our old two-story house was sealed off? Why? Even ordinary people who can't make ends meet can't sell some gold and silver jewelry?"

Zhou Weiguo patted He Yuzhu on the head: "Let's not discuss policy matters. But I suspect that Brother Wu's matter is still related to the shop. Maybe Dasheng was also set up by someone."

Wu Yousheng nodded: "I guessed that was the case too, but what can ordinary people like us do..."

Just then, with a loud "bang," the door was suddenly pushed open.

A few people sauntered in. Zhou Weiguo looked up and, sure enough, it was Fan Jinyou. Although he hadn't read "Under the Zhengyang Gate," he had seen him in fan fiction and had searched for the characters online, so he remembered what he looked like.

Fan Jinyou walked into the Emei Hotel, glanced casually at Zhou Weiguo, and teased, "Oh, Wu Yousheng, it's rare to see a table of guests here. Sorry, we've come at the wrong time."

A young man next to Fan Jinyou nudged him: "Stop talking nonsense, get down to business!"

Fan Jinyou nodded and bowed hastily, "Okay!"

Then, he arrogantly said to Wu Yousheng, "Comrade Wu Yousheng, give me a quick answer: are you going to close down or join forces? Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite."

Wu Yousheng's face darkened. He glanced apologetically at Zhou Weiguo, stood up, and said, "Fan Jinyou, you don't need to say anything. We'll close the door after we finish eating, so it won't get in your way."

Upon hearing this, Fan Jinyou and the young man next to him showed delight.

Fan Jinyou laughed and said, "Comrade Wu Yousheng, since you've chosen to close down, as a street office cadre, I can't let you lose your source of income. How about this, I'll arrange a job for you, with room and board included. When you close the shop, you can go straight to work."

Wu Yousheng said "Oh," and asked, "Cadre Fan, could you tell me what your job is?"

Fan Jinyou stepped forward and lowered his voice: "You're being sent to be the chef at a high-ranking leader's house. This is a great opportunity. You don't usually have the chance to get to know a high-ranking leader."

Wu Yousheng looked at Zhou Weiguo with a solemn expression.

Zhou Weiguo knew he was hesitating, afraid of getting into trouble. But would he be afraid of trouble? With the calligraphy hanging on his wall, 99% of the trouble wouldn't be a problem.

He stood up abruptly: "You're Fan Jinyou from the neighborhood committee, right?"

When Fan Jinyou came in, Zhou Weiguo had his back to him and didn't see him clearly.

Upon hearing the question, after carefully examining Zhou Weiguo, he sensed that Zhou might be someone special, and politely asked, "And you are?"

Zhou Weiguo smiled and said, "Comrade Fan, may I ask if you know Chen Xueru?"

Fan Jinyou responded politely, "Of course I know her, Boss Chen. I even went to her shop yesterday."

Zhou Weiguo said "Oh," and asked curiously, "Hasn't the silk shop yet entered into a joint venture?"

Fan Jinyou smiled and said, "It's almost done, we've almost finalized the deal. May I ask who you are?"

Zhou Weiguo then smiled and said, "I am Zhou Weiguo, the director of the technical department of Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill."

Fan Jinyou's face lit up with a smile, and he quickly said, "Hello, Director Zhou! I didn't expect to see you having dinner here."

At this moment, the young man next to him stepped forward, looking impatient: "If you want to talk, wait until I'm done with my work. Don't waste my time. It's funny how you two are acting like this. One of you isn't even a section chief, and you're showing off to a mere division chief. It's ridiculous. In Beijing, if I threw a brick outside, I could probably hit a few bureau chiefs."

Zhou Weiguo looked at the young man with amusement: "According to you, you're quite something, probably even higher up than the bureau chief?"

The young man's face darkened, first looking grim, then, as if he had just thought of something, he said with a smug look, "Let me tell you, for you country bumpkins, becoming a high-ranking leader is too difficult. But for people like us, if we want to, it's just a matter of a word. And you, you can only struggle and toil away."

Zhou Weiguo looked completely unconvinced, as if his disbelief was written all over his face.

Seeing this, the young man's face flushed red, and he became somewhat agitated: "Let me tell you, what do you know, you little section chief! Take my brother for example, he's only in his twenties, and he got into the ministry with just a word. I heard he was recently transferred to a really great factory, and he's already the deputy factory director. It won't be long before he's promoted to factory director."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Weiguo was stunned. Why did this plot seem so familiar?

Seeing Zhou Weiguo's expression, the young man assumed Zhou had backed down and arrogantly said, "I see you're a cadre, so I'm not going to bother with you. Go eat your food and don't interrupt, or you'll regret it."

Zhou Weiguo was almost amused by the person in front of him, but he suppressed his laughter and asked, "May I ask your name?"

The man paused for a moment, then, with an air of aptitude, said, "You seem to have a good eye. Alright, I'll take pity on you and tell you my name. If you ever run into trouble in Beijing, you can use my name once. I don't change my name, I am Wu Yuejin!"

"Pfft!"

Looking at the little brat opposite him, Zhou Weiguo couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The man's expression changed drastically when he saw Zhou Weiguo laughing at him, and he prepared to start cursing.

Zhou Weiguo quickly asked, "Your brother wouldn't happen to be Wu Jinbu, would he?"

"Hey? How did you know? You don't know my brother either, do you?"

Having received the answer, Zhou Weiguo was too lazy to say anything more and simply said, "Alright, enough of this nonsense. Let's get on with it and leave. Brother Wu and his whole family already have jobs, so you don't need to waste your time here."

Upon hearing this, the young man's face contorted with rage. He pulled a small knife from his pocket and cursed, "You dare to mess with me? Don't you know the King of Hell has three eyes? I'll give you a taste of your own medicine!" With that, he got up and lunged forward.

Natasha immediately prepared to stand up, but Zhou Weiguo grabbed her hand, pulled out a pistol from his spatial storage, and pressed it against Wu Yuejin's forehead. Instantly, the scene fell silent.

Wu Yuejin still tried to put on a brave face, stubbornly saying, "You little brat, what are you pretending for with that piece of junk gun? When I was playing with guns, you weren't even in your mother's... ah..."

Zhou Weiguo immediately raised his hand and struck the butt of the rifle, blood flowing down instantly. The little brat clutched the blood on his head, panicking and muttering, "Blood, blood, so much blood! I'm bleeding! Your mother..."

Before the kid could continue speaking, Zhou Weiguo stepped forward, cocked his pistol with a click, and shoved it into Wu Yuejin's mouth: "I'm giving you a chance to rephrase your thoughts. Go ahead and say that word again, let me hear it."

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