Reborn as a capitalist's young master in the 1970s, he starts his life by being blocked at the

A Dongfeng truck carrying a load of brand-new high-end furniture attracted many people as soon as it entered the alley.

The neighbors in the courtyard all greeted him with smiles.

At the corner of the alley, two furtive figures watched everything unfold.

One of the blond-haired guys spat and said with a sneer, "Big Brother is right. This kid is really something. He just lost his furniture and immediately bought a new batch. He doesn't take us seriously at all. You wait here, I'll go inform Big Brother."

He ran all the way to the entrance of another alley, panting as he called out, "Big brother, big brother!"

The scarred man, wearing a hat, was sitting at the intersection pretending to be a bicycle repairman. Upon seeing the young man with blond hair, he kicked him hard and yelled, "You son of a bitch, can't you keep your voice down? Trying to call the cops or something?"

The blond-haired guy rubbed his stomach in pain, but didn't dare to utter a sound. He came closer and said, "Big brother, you told us to keep an eye on that kid. He brought a whole truckload of furniture today. It looks really high-end and should be worth a lot of money."

Upon hearing this, the scarred man frowned, his face full of doubt: "That's strange indeed. I searched his house for so long yesterday and didn't find a single penny. Where did that kid get the money to buy furniture?"

The blond-haired guy's eyes darted around, and he said in a self-righteous manner, "Big brother, this kid must be hiding it well. He didn't keep any money at home. I checked that batch of furniture, it's worth at least two hundred yuan. After we resell it, we can make at least one hundred and fifty yuan."

The scarred man nodded, his eyes lighting up, but he remained wary: "You're right. I knew these rich people would hide their money. Keep a close eye on them and find out what's going on. Maybe it's a trap set by the cops."

"Okay."

The blond-haired boy agreed and then disappeared again.

The Dongfeng truck stopped in front of the Chen family compound, and several loading drivers got off and began moving furniture into the yard.

Chen Jianming instructed, "Master, just put it in this room."

The neighbors in the courtyard were alarmed and came out to see what was happening.

Aunt Li, with her hands tucked into her sleeves, said with a smile, "Little Chen, why are you buying so much new furniture?"

Zhang Lu's eyes lit up as she looked at the high-end furniture, and she glanced at Chen Jianming with seductive eyes, but he didn't even look at her.

She thought to herself angrily: This guy has forgotten about me since he got together with Shen Cui.

Aunt Xu was also at the door. Seeing this, she hurried over, tugged at his sleeve, and whispered, "Xiao Chen, how can you be so clueless? Something was just stolen from the house and you're already making such a fuss. Aren't you afraid of attracting thieves?"

"Aunt Xu, don't worry, it's nothing."

Chen Jianming smiled and waved his hand, knowing that Aunt Xu was thinking of him.

However, his idea was to lure the thieves away; how could he catch them all in one fell swoop if he didn't bring them over?

"You child, I just can't control you." Aunt Xu shook her head, looking helpless.

The loading crew worked quickly and efficiently, moving all the furniture from the truck into the main house.

"Thanks, gentlemen. Have a cigarette."

Chen Jianming took out the cigarettes he had bought and handed one to each of the workers.

The drivers thanked them and drove away.

Chen Jianming closed the gate and saw that the older women in the courtyard had all gone back to cook and the young people had all gone to work, so he swaggered out of the courtyard.

Not long after he left, the scarred man and several of his henchmen appeared at the corner of the alley.

"This kid's pretty arrogant. Today, I'll teach him the price of arrogance."

The scarred man sneered and turned back to ask, "Are you sure you saw clearly? There aren't any cops lying in ambush nearby, are there? The cops are cracking down hard lately, we need to be careful, or we'll get caught."

Young man with blond hair patted his chest and assured, "Don't worry, boss, we've been keeping watch here the whole time. We're sure there aren't any cops. There's not much people in the yard right now; all the young people have gone to work. It's the perfect time to make our move."

He wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and chuckled, "Big brother, now that you've succeeded, could you buy me a roast chicken? I've been craving it lately."

The scarred man slapped him across the face: "All you do is eat, you're like a glutton."

The blond-haired boy immediately wilted, his face contorted in a grimace as he dared not utter a word.

The scarred man turned to look in the direction of the Chen family compound, his eyes turning slightly cold: "This kid really doesn't take me seriously. Brothers, let's teach him what it means to be a 'three-eyed tyrant' today. Take all the new furniture away from him. Come with me."

As they spoke, the thieves took out several black face towels, wrapped them around their faces, and followed the scarred man into the Chen family compound.

The courtyard was quiet; the few elderly people left had all gone home to cook.

Zhang Lu sat in the room with her legs crossed, getting angrier the more she thought about it. She muttered to herself, "I should have known better than to introduce that little girl Shen Cui to Xiao Chen. Now I'm the outsider."

"Shouldn't Xiao Chen be home right now?"

She bit her lip, thought for a moment, and got up to go find Chen Jianming.

However, as soon as she opened the door a crack, she froze and saw a group of masked men sneaking into Chen Jianming's house.

Seeing that those people were holding gleaming knives, and easily pried open the door lock with a swipe of their wrists, Zhang Lu's legs went weak with fear.

"Where did Xiao Chen go? There's no man left in this yard, what are we going to do?"

Zhang Lu felt a surge of anxiety, but as he watched the group of thieves carrying the furniture out, he didn't dare to utter a sound.

"Big brother, we've hit the jackpot this time!"

In the courtyard, Little Yellow Hair was carrying a table and walking out happily.

The scarred man sternly ordered, "Enough talk, hurry up and move it. It's broad daylight, so keep it quiet and don't let anyone see you."

The blond-haired young man swaggered around, acting completely nonchalant: "What's there to be afraid of? A bunch of old men and women, they wouldn't dare come out even if they saw me! Hehe, I wonder if there are any young wives in the yard. I've been feeling really pent up lately, I wonder if I could take advantage of that and rob some of them."

The scarred man cursed, "Get lost!"

While they were moving things, Aunt Xu finished cooking and was about to invite Chen Jianming to come over for dinner when she happened to see this scene.

"What are you doing?"

Grandma Xu, leaning on a cane, shouted and raised the cane to smash the group of thieves.

"Old man, do you want to die?"

The scarred man casually shoved Xu Dama aside, nearly knocking her over. He pulled out a gleaming knife, brandished it a few times, and said viciously, "Get lost if you don't want to die. Pretend you didn't see this, or I'll kill you."

Startled, Aunt Xu took a few steps back and hurriedly shouted into the yard, "Help! There's a thief in the yard!"

"Old Xu, what's going on!"

Hearing the commotion, Grandpa Li and several other elderly people ran out of the house.

Upon seeing the thieves carrying away the goods, Grandpa Li, with the air of a master, stepped forward and shouted, "Gentlemen, stop them! Don't let a single one escape. Today is our day to prove ourselves. I'll use these brats to test my Tai Chi skills!"

"Okay, don't let them get away. They're taking advantage of the fact that all the young people in our compound have left during the day. They're showing no respect for the older generation."

The old men agreed and went over to close the courtyard gate, blocking the thieves' way.

The scarred man's face twitched a few times: "You old geezers, are you serious?"