Siheyuan: A master brewer starts with a jar of bone-strengthening wine!

"After careful consideration, it has been decided to award Comrade Liu Dong the honorary title of 'First-Class Hero'!"

Issuing Authority: All-China Federation of Trade Unions of the Steel System!

Congratulations, Comrade Liu Dong!

The audience erupted in uproar!

Even Liu Dong himself was stunned, his mouth slightly agape: "I...I received a first-class merit?"

"Ahem..." Factory Director Yang's face suddenly darkened, and he snorted coldly, "Where there are advanced models, there are also negative examples! Steel rolling mill employees Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong abused their power and withheld receipts and certificates; their actions were extremely egregious! Even the neighborhood committee has come to complain! The factory has decided that Yi Zhonghai will be their representative to come up here and make a public, profound self-criticism!"

"Please have Yi Chung-hai step down!"

His voice carried a hint of anger.

Yi Zhonghai, his face dark and head drooping, shuffled onto the stage, his feet feeling like they were walking on cotton.

"Hello everyone." His voice was tight and trembling slightly. "My name is Yi Zhonghai, and I live at No. 7, Nanluoguxiang... Last night at the vote distribution meeting for the entire compound..."

He first recounted what had happened, then bowed his head and admitted his mistake, his voice choked with emotion.

Upon hearing this, the people below immediately erupted in uproar:

"This is outrageous!"

"You always act more virtuous than anyone else, but do this kind of thing behind people's backs?"

"How old is He Yuzhu? His parents are gone, and he's still stealing other people's tickets?"

"Pah! You pretentious old fool!"

Yi Zhonghai stood on the stage being criticized, his face burning red, and only then did the scene end.

From then on, none of the three old men in the courtyard dared to boss people around or point fingers anymore.

A month has passed in the blink of an eye.

It was late March or early April.

Although March is calculated according to the lunar calendar, the weather in Beijing right now is a bit warm during the day, but it's still chilly in the mornings and evenings. Many people are still wearing thick cotton-padded coats when they go out, afraid of getting cold.

Yan Bugui, wearing his greasy, matted old sheepskin coat, strolled over to Liu Dong's door.

At that moment, Liu Dong was lounging under the eaves by the door, listening to a radio with his legs crossed!

"Liu Dong—listening to the radio?"

Yan Bugui approached with a smile.

Liu Dong snapped the radio off, sat up straight from his reclining position, and looked up to ask, "Hey, Teacher Yan, what's up?"

"Hehe, it's nothing serious!" Yan Bugui rubbed his hands together. "Can I discuss a small matter with you?"

"Speak," Liu Dong said, his heart sinking at the sight of the man's servile demeanor—it couldn't be anything good.

He tilted his head back, "Number 340!" Then he leaned back and slumped back into the recliner.

This action makes it clear: they love to talk, but don't want to listen.

Yan Bugui didn't even blink, and continued, "I heard your factory was evaluated for outstanding employees last month, and you won an award, right? You even got a bicycle voucher, right?"

"Yes, there is." Liu Dong nodded. "That's right."

Yan Bugui's eyes lit up: "Sell me this ticket! Ten yuan, I'll pay right now! You have nowhere to use it anyway!"

Liu Dong chuckled: "Ten yuan?"

He rolled his eyes inwardly: "Old Yan, why don't you just fly to the sky?"

In the current black market, bicycle tickets are already being sold for 200 yuan each, and you're asking for ten yuan right off the bat? Do you think I'm a garbage collector?

"Not for sale." Liu Dong waved his hand decisively.

"You..." Yan Bugui exclaimed anxiously, "You don't even ride a bike, it's just a waste to leave it there! Giving it to me means I can use it, it's such a good deal!"

Liu Dong ignored him, closed his eyes, turned his nose up, and pretended to be dead.

Just as they were at an impasse, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door, "thump thump thump," as someone ran to the door.

"Excuse me—is this Mr. Liu's house?"

Liu Dong opened his eyes and saw a tall, burly stranger standing in front of him, speaking with a northern accent.

"Yes, it's me." Liu Dong sat up. "Did you need something?"

"No problem at all!" the other party grinned. "Our boss asked you to help transport a batch of goods over on Fuyou Street!"

Upon hearing "Fuyou Street," an idea immediately flashed through Liu Dong's mind—

Isn't Vladimir's little courtyard right there?

It must be that foreigner who came knocking!

He had mentioned before that he wanted Liu Dong to help him transport 20,000 tons of dry rubber to Beijing.

"Okay, no problem!" Liu Dong nodded. "Go back and tell your boss I'll be there right away!"

"Okay—alright!" The man turned and ran.

Yan Bugui, listening nearby, clicked his tongue in astonishment: "Liu Dong, you also do manual labor?"

Liu Dong scratched his head: "Temporary worker, just to supplement my family's income."

Yan Bugui's teeth ached on the spot: "You're still short of money?"

"Of course I need it!" Liu Dong shrugged. "My family is dirt poor right now! You've forgotten? I donated all my prize money; my pockets are emptier than my face!"

Once those words were spoken, Yan Bugui dared not disbelieve them.

Liu Dongshun grabbed a straw hat, put it on his forehead, and got up to go out.

Just as he turned the corner of the alley, he took out a small wine flask and took a sip—the invisibility wine went down his throat, his body swayed, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already firmly in Vladimir's courtyard.

Vladimir was squatting under the grape trellis trimming his pruning shears when he turned his head and saw Liu Dong appear out of nowhere. His hand trembled, and the pruning shears clattered to the ground.

His eyes widened, and after a long pause, he finally managed to stammer, "My God... bro, are you human or a monster?!"

"Stop with the small talk!" Liu Dong patted his trouser leg. "Give me the address, the map is clearly marked, and give me the keys too!"

"Hey—all done!" Vladimir slapped his thigh. "The gold is all there! It's in that old granary west of Mo City, the door's not even locked!"

"Okay, thanks!"

As soon as Liu Dong finished speaking, his figure flashed out the door.

Heading straight to Kuantan Port in Malaysia.

This trip is really not short.

He took out his phone and glanced at the map—from Beijing to Kuantan, it's a straight-line distance of 4,280 kilometers, definitely a long-distance cross-sea journey.

Even if he flew by himself at a speed of 989 kilometers per hour, which is almost three times the speed of sound, it would still take him 72 minutes to fly.

No other choice, take off!

"Bang—!"

With a push of his feet, he shot into the sky like a cannonball, reaching Mach 2.9 in the blink of an eye.

Behind me, a bright white, circular shockwave exploded with a "pop"—the sonic boom cloud had just opened when it shattered into a cloud of mist.

In Vladimir's small courtyard, three wooden stools and two folding tables were all cracked into firewood sticks.

The old man looked up at the sky, and his crotch was immediately soaked.

"My goodness... that's incredible?!"

In the blink of an eye—the person was gone! Not even a shadow remained.

He had already downed a bottle of "invisibility wine," and he instantly vanished into the air, bursting out of the atmosphere in one breath. He glided and turned in space, heading straight for his target.

Radar? It's impossible to detect—it doesn't even reflect the signal waves back; it's like someone is missing from the air.

After flying for more than an hour, he re-entered the atmosphere and landed steadily in the circle drawn by Vladimir.

Dry glue packaging, counting, handover—the two guys guarding the warehouse didn't even get a good look at him; they just saw a blur before their eyes and the forms were all signed.