Courtyard house: Just the right amount of pressure, leaving you bewildered but not brain-damaged.

Seeking revenge (Part 2)

Gao Xiaosheng and Liu Shengnan chatted intermittently.

After a period of time, Yi Zhonghai and the other eight people calmed down and gradually recovered.

They exchanged glances and signals, clearly itching to make a move.

Yi Zhonghai and Wu Guizhen were the first to take action.

Quietly move a few steps to the side, get away from Jia Dongxu first, and avoid the strong fishy smell.

The pretty boy has been having a run of bad luck lately, probably because he's been suffering from internal heat. His yellow urine is one thing, but the main problem is the pungent smell; it's practically like a portable toilet.

Yan Bugui and Yang Ruihua were the most clever. Even under Gao Xiaosheng's watchful eye, they didn't behave themselves, shuffling little by little toward the front yard, probably thinking that everything would be fine as long as they ran home.

Liu Haizhong and Li Caiyun were like meat on a chopping board, sitting on the ground with no way to run away. They were afraid of making too much noise when they got up and disturbing Gao Xiaosheng, so they simply gritted their teeth and decided to let things take their course.

The most aggrieved was Jia Zhangshi.

She's the loudest person in the whole hospital, and no matter if she's right or wrong, if anyone provokes her, she has to start with a dramatic opening line.

Now, not only do he have to suppress his heart-wrenching wails, but he also has to endure the stench emanating from his son; his facial expression is simply...

It has to be amazing.

The smell made him wince and wrinkle his nose, but every time his facial muscles twitched, it triggered severe pain.

Even taking a deep breath caused my lips to cramp from the pain.

In fact, Gao Xiaosheng and Liu Shengnan saw through everyone's little actions, but one was too lazy to pay attention and the other was too lazy to remind them.

Do you really think you're safe once you're home? What do you take Director Wang for?

If someone says they're having a meeting, even if your face is swollen, or even if both your legs are broken, you still have to show your face.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

Sun Youtian led the way, while Wang Xuemei and Xiao Zhang strode quickly through the front yard and headed straight for the middle yard.

Before the person even passed through the hanging flower gate, the voice came in first.

"What's going on in your compound? There's never a moment of peace. There are less than ten households, and you've assigned three neighborhood supervisors who still can't manage it. What are they even doing?"

Yan Bugui and his wife were startled and quickly ducked to make way for him, moving back to their original positions as well.

Director Wang has been in a bad mood lately, and unfortunately, No. 95 Courtyard keeps running into trouble. How could she not be angry?

In fact, the focus of the higher-level leaders' work this year should have been on public-private partnerships and the 156 Soviet-aided construction projects, gradually shifting from the Korean War to economic development.

But many things don't go as planned.

The internal cleanup of cadres with impure ideologies and organizational affiliations over the past three years has come to an end at the beginning of this year.

However, the meeting in February adopted a policy of "treating the illness and saving the patient, waiting for them to come to their senses" regarding the "begging for mercy incident".

That being said, it's too subjective to understand. If someone just won't listen, what can others do?

As the incident unfolds, there is now a trend of "secondary refinement." It may not be taken lightly or involve major escalation, but since Beijing is the center, it is impossible for it to be completely unaffected.

Even if Wang Xuemei's level of calamine is too low to be purified, she should at least write a few self-criticism reports to express her loyalty.

Besides this, the aid project also made Wang Xuemei very frustrated.

Why are all the factories being built in the suburbs? Why can't they be built closer to the inner city?

This wasn't just her being nosy; it involved the interests of the neighborhood committee.

If a factory is located near the Dongsi District, workers may move into Nanluoguxiang, thus creating a bridge between the street and the factory.

It would be perfectly natural for him to go to the factory to freeload, beg for food, and ask for money in the future.

The neighborhood committee office is nothing more than a grassroots organization that "begs on orders."

With more investors, people naturally have more money to spare for repairing houses, improving the environment, and arranging for more workers to move in, gradually forming a virtuous cycle.

If you don't have money, well, there are fewer and fewer vacant houses, and if you don't have money to repair collapsed courtyards, the district might just take your place on a landmine one day.

A series of unpleasant things happened at once, and Wang Xuemei was so anxious and upset that even her period stopped coming on time.

Upon entering the Intermediate People's Court, Wang Xuemei first exchanged glances with Gao Xiaosheng and Liu Shengnan, then coldly looked around.

This glance startled even the dignified Director Wang.

What's going on?

Has No. 95 courtyard been converted into a pigsty?

Why are there eight pig heads standing in the yard?

Xiao Zhang, the staff member, was also amazed. It was the first time he had ever seen such a grand and spectacular scene of being slapped in the face.

"Gao, Gao Xiaosheng, did you do all this?"

Wang Xuemei immediately confirmed the culprit: in the entire No. 95 compound, no one except Gao Xiaosheng could have done such a thing.

"Director Wang, they are spreading rumors and slanders at will, causing a very bad influence in the surrounding alleys."

"He even twisted the truth in front of my blind date today."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Comrade Liu Shengnan directly."

Gao Xiaosheng wasn't afraid at all; it wasn't the first time he'd hit someone, and besides, he was in the right.

"Director Wang, it's like this, I—"

Liu Shengnan was very cooperative. She walked up to Wang Xuemei and explained everything clearly.

His eloquence is indeed excellent, far surpassing Sun Youtian's.

The fact that Wang Xuemei could ask this question shows that Sun Youtian did not explain the situation clearly at the street office or on the way back, and may not have mentioned the specific incident at all.

It's very likely that he only said one sentence: "Something big has happened in courtyard number 95. Director Wang, you should go and take a look."

It can only be said that Gao Xiaosheng understands Sun Youtian, and his guess was absolutely correct.

After listening to Liu Shengnan's story, Wang Xuemei's expression shifted between light and shadow, her gaze darting back and forth between the birds and Gao Xiaosheng.

To be honest, anyone whose blind date was ruined would be furious, and to some extent, she could understand Gao Xiaosheng's motives and behavior.

But that was way too brutal!

Eight people, eight faces, sharing the same pig head image—is that reasonable?

In less than three days, this matter will spread throughout the entire Nanluoguxiang area. At that time, not only will the people in the courtyard lose face, but the neighborhood committee and the street office will also be implicated.

"Director Wang, what Comrade Liu Shengnan said all happened today."

"They've been spreading rumors for about a week now."

"Old Sun, go to my house and call Yushui over. She saw it with her own eyes."

On the first day of spreading rumors, He Yushui reminded Gao Xiaosheng, but he ignored it and just waited for an opportunity to make a big fuss.

Even without today's incident of ruining the blind date, these old fogies would never have stopped causing trouble. Gao Xiaosheng wouldn't have trouble finding something to hold accountable to them.

Sun Youtian turned and ran into the front yard.

Wang Xuemei looked at Gao Xiaosheng with a helpless expression.

She was kicking herself. Had she lost her mind? Why did she have to put this guy in courtyard number 95?

How can a troublemaker have a peaceful life when he encounters a few unreasonable and clique-like old residents?