Courtyard House: In this life, I have a new home!

47

A heavy truck, without warning, came hurtling towards us—

The truck came rushing over like a madman, its engine roaring like a cannon.

Three-year-old Xiaohu was stunned on the spot, his mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.

Just as the metal lump was only half a step away from Dad, it suddenly stopped!

The car and driver vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving not even a speck of dust on the ground.

Xiao Hu tugged at his trouser leg and asked, "Dad, what happened?"

Wang Aiguo patted his head and smiled without answering.

Another one's coming today! Little Tiger gripped Old Fourth's hand tightly and jumped up and down: "Hurry, hurry, hurry! If we're any later, we won't see one!"

The fourth brother was sweating profusely, thinking to himself, "Does this kid really have the surname Wang?"

Jia Xiaodang is looking for Wang Aiguo, not this baby!

But when things happen, you have to grit your teeth and push forward.

Wang Aiguo was having tea with Old Feng when his teacup stopped in mid-air.

"What's up?"

Old Feng put down his cup.

"Hmm, someone's trying to get me."

He tapped the edge of the table with his fingertips.

Old Feng's face darkened instantly: "Who gave you the audacity?"

The TV screen suddenly lit up, showing Xiaohu being dragged towards the intersection.

This Xinfei brand TV, a 32-inch high-definition color TV, had just come off the production line and was still in its packaging when Wang Aiguo carried one over.

It was said that the leaders were invited to try it out, but in reality, it was just three words: "Let them try it out first."

Wang Aiguo raised his finger, and the screen "whooshed".

The ground lit up.

I didn't press the switch or touch the remote control.

Old Feng's hand trembled, and the remote control almost slipped into his pocket.

He glanced down at the thing in his hand, then looked up at the screen, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

The scene shows an old alley with peeling blue bricks, tangled wires, and walls that look like a scaby.

He squinted and pondered for a long time, but still couldn't recognize it.

There are countless hutongs like these in Beijing. Who can remember every single brick that crumbled?

The camera pans, and several young men in flashy T-shirts pop into the frame.

He had a crooked dragon tattooed on his arm, his pants were sagged down to his hips, and he was smoking a cigarette while grinning crookedly.

Old Feng frowned deeply—this wasn't strolling through the alleys, it was clearly a scouting trip.

The next second, all the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

At the corner of the painting, Little Tiger is following a blond-haired guy!

"Guards!"

His voice cracked, and his shouts shook the teacups on the table.

Two uniformed men rushed in, their steps quick and powerful. They glanced at Wang Aiguo sitting there drinking plain water and paused for half a second.

Old Feng grabbed the remote and slammed it on the screen: "Quick! Head to this address! Hold them all down! Xiao Hu can't lose a single hair!"

His palms were sweaty, not because he was afraid of something going wrong, but because he was afraid of letting people down.

How much real money did Wang Aiguo donate to the country?

They handed us the blueprints, delivered the equipment, and even the land for building the factory was just a few plots of wasteland.

Others treat their skills as their lifeblood, but he treats them like cabbages, giving them away.

The country was poor, so he didn't press for payment; he just smiled and asked, "How about giving me a piece of land to build a factory?"

When other people say this, it sounds like they're haggling, but when he says it, it sounds like he's asking what we're having for dinner.

Who doesn't know about land?

We need people to invest real money in construction!

Once construction began, consumption increased, jobs were created, and the economy revitalized.

In the end, the country benefits the most!

Wang Aiguo is truly something else!

This kind of hardcore patriot must be protected!

Although he refused to provide bodyguards for his whole family,

But right now, his youngest son has been abducted into a dark alley by a few thugs.

Old Feng's blood pressure soared to the top of his head!

If something happens to Xiaohu...

The nation owes the Wang family a tremendous explanation!

Wang Aiguo did not stop him.

It was too late to stop them.

Judging from the moment the reinforcements stepped into the alley,

Perfect timing to collect the body.

Deep in the alley, Little Tiger tilted his head and asked, "Where's my dad?"

Growing up in a fortified environment

What do you know about swindling and cheating?

Wang Aiguo never taught him how to defend himself.

There's really no need for that!

"Hehehe..."

Brother Long emerged from the shadows in the corner.

With a twitching smile, he said, "Oh, you've got some nerve."

Little Tiger squinted: "You guys are lying to me?"

Realizing what was happening, her face fell: "So annoying!"

"You're interrupting my game!"

ha?

Something's not right with the script!

Brother Long was stunned, thinking to himself, "Is this kid missing a screw?"

How come he's even bolder than him?

The plan can proceed as scheduled.

"It's all your dad's fault for having too many enemies!"

I originally wanted my men to do it.

But Xiao Hu remained calm, even though his palms were sweating profusely.

He simply rushed forward and roared at the top of his lungs:

"Let's see if God will grant you good fortune!"

He raised his leg and kicked—straight for the groin!

At Mr. Feng's house, teacups clattered.

It smashed on the ground.

We should have sent people to keep a close eye on the Wang family long ago!

This time we absolutely cannot make the same mistake again!

Just as he was regretting it,

But they didn't hear a sound from Wang Aiguo.

strangeness.

He hesitated, then looked up and stared at the screen again—

? !

The alley was empty; Wang Xiaohu was nowhere to be seen.

A bunch of thugs were lying on the ground, with steel pipes and chains scattered to the side.

They rolled around on the ground, howling like pigs being slaughtered.

The one who led the kicking was lying stiffly, motionless.

The uniformed men then rushed in.

Old Feng's throat went dry: "Patriotism..."

He got it.

There was no need for bodyguards; Wang Aiguo had already taken care of everything.

He could just tap the TV and the picture would pop up.

But there wasn't a single camera installed in that dead-end alley!

Satellites? The country's few crappy satellites can't capture this kind of detail!

It was all Wang Aiguo's own ability.

"It's a small matter, it happens all the time."

He smiled, as if discussing the weather.

Old Feng's palms were sweating.

Yes, they can handle it.

But it's really not fair for the government to put on such airs!

Wang Aiguo stared at the scene of the cleanup on the screen and casually remarked, "The security in Beijing, tsk tsk."

"It's even worse outside."

"With reform and opening up and economic development, people's hearts have gone astray."

"Want to build a new society? You have to lay a solid foundation first!"

"A kid was watering the plants and singing at home, then got tricked into going into an alley and getting beaten up?"

"How can we live like this? No matter how much money I earn, I can't protect my wife and children?"

Old Feng took a deep breath, feeling a chill on the back of his neck.

He opened his mouth as if to retort, but swallowed the words back down.

Every word hits home, yet you can't find a fault with them.

"Patriotism, I'm sorry!"

He straightened his back. "I'll call a meeting right away to get to the bottom of this!"

After Wang Aiguo left, the lights in Old Feng's house stayed on all night.

Starting the next day, the top leadership held meetings for three consecutive days.

"These people are too arrogant!"

Old Feng slammed his fist on the table, his beard bristling with anger. "The people can't sleep soundly, and their wallets are insecure!"

The moment the words were spoken, action erupted.

The government issued an official document: Crack down on serious crimes!

The document names robbers, gangs, fraudsters, and thuggish organizations—leaving no one alive!

Severe punishment! Swift action! A complete crackdown across the entire internet!

The news spread throughout the country, with Beijing bearing the brunt.

Brother Long's gang? They're long gone, completely rotten.

But his gang, which was similar to his, had all been exposed.

The leader was executed on the spot, and those who followed him were all sentenced to life imprisonment.

The air in the whole city has become cleaner.

"Oh my god!"

Xu Damao wiped his sweat, his hands shaking so badly he couldn't open the water bottle. "Luckily, I'm fast enough to switch careers and work with motorcycles!"

His men surrounded him, their faces as white as paper: "Boss is brilliant!"

If I hadn't washed my hands and gotten ashore early, I definitely would have eaten this time.

The factory now has a proper signboard and is involved in the restructuring of an old state-owned factory.

The higher-ups turned a blind eye and didn't bring up the old grievances.

Xu Damao took a deep breath and slammed the wrench on the table: "Fengwu says they'll be launching in three months, what about us?"

"Everything else is ready."

The younger brother, head bowed, rubbed the corner of his clothes. "I was just trying to assemble the bearing... and it got stuck."

Xu Damao scratched his head, looking completely bewildered: "What? The gears have to be heated to 260 degrees Celsius? And the difference can't be more than ten degrees? Who can do that?!"

He slammed his hand on the table: "What happened to Feng Wu? Tell me now!"

The people below were all dumbfounded. They looked at each other, but no one dared to utter a single word.

Brother Long is gone.

Xiao Dang and Huaihua collapsed to the ground, their hands trembling so badly they couldn't hold the enamel mugs.

She's pregnant, and yesterday they were arguing about who should get married first.

This morning, the courtyard was in an uproar.

"I heard it was someone from a national-level organization who came; the matter was resolved in less than two minutes."

"Tsk tsk, this time they've really gotten their revenge!"

"My cousin borrowed 3,000 yuan, and it ballooned to 7,000 yuan in a year. He almost mortgaged his house!"

"Serves them right! These scoundrels should have been dealt with long ago!"

The gate to the Jia family compound was half-closed, and no one dared to go in.

Yan Bugui sighed, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan: "Two young, unmarried women, going to one man's house every day, is that proper?"

Liu Haizhong sneered: "My little friend was calling me an old hag the other day, but now look what's happened. He's pregnant, his status is ruined, and he can't even get a title to mourn him."

They're not married, but they're already pregnant!

Liu Haizhong slapped his thigh in frustration: "What's the difference between this and a wedding ceremony? When I look for a partner in the future, I'll probably be worse off than someone who's divorced!"

"Ouch!"

Someone gasped, "So... does that mean the Jia family is producing a bunch of widows?"

The entire room fell silent for half a second.

After thinking about it, everyone realized it was true!

Jia Zhangshi had been a widow for decades; her husband had died young.

Qin Huairu endured more than ten years of hardship. Although she later got involved with Yi Zhonghai and Sha Zhu, in the eyes of the neighbors, she was still that poor little widow.

Now Xiao Dang and Huaihua's bellies are bulging...

The Jia family has four widows!

The buzzing in the yard sounded like flies swarming around the window and into the house, making one's face burn.

"Go get an abortion right now!"

Qin Huairu pressed one hand to her stomach, her face as black as ink. "Disgraceful bastards! I told you all not to get together and fawn over that Brother Long!"

Once Brother Long kicks the bucket, the child will only have one option left—abortion.

She was so angry that her nails dug into her palms.

She spent half her life relying on her looks and men for financial support, but she managed to raise her three children.

Sticky rice? Useless.

After that injury, even the "male"

It's difficult to even hang words on him.

On the contrary, her two daughters are growing more and more beautiful.

Xiao Dang had captivating eyes and a slender waist and long legs, making her even more eye-catching than she had been back then.

When her colleagues at the factory saw them, they exclaimed, "These two beauties from the Qin family are the best you can find for miles around!"

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be difficult to find a reliable family to marry into.

It doesn't matter if the Jia family is poor, as long as the girl is bright and cheerful.

A son-in-law is like half a son; two sons-in-law together are worth as much as a strong laborer!

Who would have thought that the two sisters would both fall for Brother Long?

To make matters worse, they all fell for each other and got pregnant.

By the time the news reached their ears, the die was cast.

She thought to herself: "Brother Long, at least pick one!"

It's always better to keep the good stuff within the family than to let outsiders benefit from it.

That guy has money in his pocket, which is exactly what she's looking for in a son-in-law.