Courtyard House: Home Alone

What he didn't know was that these supplies were prepared by the Japanese Army Ministry with great effort, specifically for the attack on the Far East. His actions today directly caused the Japanese to change the timing and target of their attack.

Meanwhile, Lin Yifan had already teleported away from Dalian. Before leaving, he also emptied the Dalian branch of Jinzheng Bank.

He teleported across Shanhaiguan, then found a cave in the mountains and entered the space to rest. The continuous teleportation had pushed his mental energy to its limit, and although he had drunk a lot of spiritual spring water, he was still a bit exhausted.

After his mental energy had almost fully recovered the next day, Lin Yifan teleported back to Beiping City with a space full of supplies.

He arrived at the original temporary warehouse, which was mostly empty except for some grain. He first put cotton and cotton cloth into the warehouse until all the warehouses were full.

Then he turned and walked toward the committee. During this time, the guards responsible for guarding the warehouse did not realize that the entire warehouse was already full of supplies.

It was already past 2 PM when Lin Yifan arrived at Tang Baolin's office. Tang Baolin, who was hunched over his work reviewing documents, saw Lin Yifan's exhausted face and asked in surprise, "Xiaofan, what happened to you?"

"It's nothing. I spent the whole night with 'Ghost' yesterday and finally solved the cotton and cotton cloth problem. The first batch is already in our temporary warehouse."

"By the way, sir, you need to contact the clothing and dyeing factories. A batch of Japanese uniforms, overcoats, and bedding is arriving soon. Our clothing factory needs to alter them and re-dye them before distributing them."

Tang Baolin's eyes widened in disbelief. He abruptly stood up and grabbed Lin Yifan's arm: "What did you say? They transported the supplies back overnight? A whole warehouse full of cotton and cloth? This 'ghost' is moving way too fast!"

Lin Yifan smiled and didn't explain further, only saying that he already had a batch of goods stockpiled nearby, making it convenient to transport them.

Without asking any further questions, Tang Baolin immediately picked up the phone and contacted various factories, instructing them to stop production, organize their production lines, and wait to receive the fabric to start making winter clothes.

After everything was arranged, Tang Baolin handed Lin Yifan a cup of hot tea and sat down, saying with emotion, "Thank you so much this time. If those behind-the-scenes manipulators had succeeded, I don't know how many people in Beiping would have frozen to death. At that time, the public sentiment we had worked so hard to stabilize would have collapsed."

Lin Yifan took the tea, took a sip to ease his fatigue, and said, "I guess this supply cut-off isn't just because capitalists want to make money. There must be Japanese forces behind it. They want to see things fall apart here so they can make their next move easier."

Distributing these winter clothes will serve as a good opportunity to test their schemes and let the people know that Beiping is no longer the place where it can be easily manipulated.

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded outside the door, and a communications officer rushed in, clutching a telegram: "Sir! An urgent telegram just arrived! The Japanese Allied Fleet has attacked Pearl Harbor, and the United States has declared war on Japan!"

Lin Yifan and Tang Baolin were both stunned. They quickly took the telegram and read it. The telegram clearly stated the results of the sneak attack: the Pacific Fleet suffered heavy losses.

After Tang Baolin finished reading, he looked up and met Lin Yifan's gaze. All he saw was a calm expression on Lin Yifan's face, as if he had known all along that this would be the outcome.

"Xiao Fan, do you know something? Why don't you seem surprised at all?"

Lin Yifan put down the telegram, smiled, pointed to the chair next to him and asked Old Master Tang to sit down, and said, "I mentioned to you before that the Japanese resources are being cut off, and it's only a matter of time before they go south to seize Southeast Asia. The United States has a fleet stationed at Pearl Harbor, which is watching them closely. If they want to make a move, they will definitely have to take down the Pacific Fleet first to buy themselves time to act."

He paused, tapped the table with his fingertips, and continued, "This is actually not a bad thing for us. Once the United States enters the war, the Japanese will have to put more troops in the Pacific."

In this way, they will transfer their troops in China to the Pacific, and our Nationalist and Communist forces will be able to breathe a sigh of relief. We can also take this opportunity to accumulate more strength.

Tang Baolin nodded slowly after listening, but his brows remained furrowed: "I understand the reasoning, but the Japanese have dragged the United States into this conflict, and the war has escalated too much. Beijing is caught in the middle, and I'm afraid we'll be drawn in very soon."

Lin Yifan put down his teacup and looked at the fine snow falling outside the window with clear eyes: "We were already in the midst of war, but this time, the scales of victory have started to tip in our favor."

Don't worry, old man. I've already had people keeping an eye on the Japanese. If they dare to make a move, we've already prepared a backup plan. Now that they've come to China with guns and cannons, it won't be so easy for them to leave.

"Sir, please arrange for someone to handle the winter clothing matter first. Don't delay the subsequent warehousing of supplies. I need to go to Peking Union Medical College Hospital first; a neighbor who has always been very kind to me is about to give birth, and I need to go see her."

Upon hearing this, Tang Baolin stood up and quickly said, "Then you should go quickly. I'll keep an eye on things here. Giving birth is a big deal, don't keep them waiting. We can keep in touch if anything happens."

Lin Yifan nodded, said goodbye to Tang Baolin, and quickly left the office, heading straight to Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

When he arrived outside the delivery room, he saw He Daqing clutching his hat, pacing anxiously back and forth in the corridor, while Zhu Zi squatted beside the corridor, staring at the delivery room door.

Hearing footsteps, He Daqing looked up and saw Lin Yifan. He quickly came to greet him, "Xiao Fan, you're finally back! You've been inside for almost two hours, why haven't we heard from you yet? I hope nothing's happened!"

Lin Yifan patted his arm to comfort him, "Uncle He, don't worry. Good people are always protected by heaven. Aunt Han has a good constitution and the doctors are all top-notch. She'll definitely be fine. Sit down and rest for a while. Don't let yourself get anxious."

He Daqing nodded, but he still couldn't sit still. His eyes were fixed on the closed door of the delivery room, and his palms were sweaty.

About ten minutes later, a loud cry of a newborn baby suddenly rang out from the delivery room. The two people outside the door tensed up immediately, and then a nurse came out, smiling, and said, "Congratulations, it's a girl! Mother and daughter are safe and sound!"

He Daqing jumped up immediately, stunned for several seconds before he reacted. He rubbed his hands and grinned foolishly, barely able to speak coherently.

He Yuzhu stood to the side, grinning foolishly, and said to Lin Yifan, "Brother Xiaofan, I have a little sister now."

Seeing his happy expression, Lin Yifan smiled too, and his heart finally settled down. In this life, He Yushui would no longer have to endure the pain of not having a mother since childhood.

As they were laughing, the doctor came out and told Lin Yifan that Han Fengzhi was a little weak after giving birth and needed to be observed in the delivery room for two hours before being transferred to a regular ward, and that they shouldn't worry.

Lin Yifan had already instructed the hospital to arrange a private room with ample heating and a dedicated caregiver. All the food and utensils had been prepared in advance.