The Life of a Son-in-Law in a Courtyard House

After Yang Dalin finished surveying the villa area, he changed to a taxi and went to a building on Shau Kei Wan Road.

This place was something Yang Dalin and Zhou Shijie talked about last night.

They say that Inspector Lei Luo bought an entire old building here.

After renovating the place, Lei Luo rented out a lot of it, but he kept the top floor for himself. He often stayed there with a few bodyguards.

Yang Dalin also wants to take a look at this place.

If you have enough time in the evening, come and chat with Detective Lei.

After touring the buildings on Shau Kei Wan Road, Yang Dalin returned to his small factory.

It was already evening.

Yang Dalin bought some food and beer and waited for Zhou Shijie to return.

While waiting for Zhou Shijie to return, Yang Dalin thought for a moment and decided that he should report his situation to Director Hou.

Otherwise, he might send someone to look for him.

Yang Dalin believed that there must be many of Director Hou's men here.

So Yang Dalin took out a telegraph machine from his spatial storage and sent a telegram using the secret codebook that Director Hou had given him.

He said that after he finished delivering the goods, he was on his way home when he inadvertently discovered some problems.

Some foreigners might have new schemes against China. He plans to investigate and then report back to Director Hou.

There's no need to worry about safety.

Yang Dalin certainly wouldn't use his injury as an excuse to go back a few days later.

He dared to say he was injured, but Director Hou didn't believe him at first.

You were fine on the battlefield in the southwest border, but you got injured on a delivery trip to Hong Kong?

That's nonsense.

He faked his injury to put on a show for Zhou Shijie.

Director Hou quickly received the telegram from Gao Xiaohu, glanced at it, and said, "That brat, send him a telegram back: be careful, and come back when you've had your fun."

Gao Xiaohu asked, puzzled, "Did the director think that Da Linzi was using this as an excuse to deliberately stay?"

"Of course, what else would you ask for?"

He asked me for help before, asking me to find him a foreign language teacher, and I immediately realized that he wasn't someone who would settle down easily.

He won't cause trouble domestically, but he wants to go abroad and stir up trouble.

Look at what he's done to the Indians; things are still not stable.

Although this is inconsistent with the country's foreign policy, I like it.

I'm even starting to suspect that he was behind it all over the Russian side.

I don't know how he did it.

But that doesn't stop me from being happy.

During that time, Xiao Jing and he had just separated. He said he went to the outer grasslands, but who knows where he actually went?

He disappeared for a full week.

However, these are all speculations, and there is no evidence.

Anyway, since it's in our favor, I can pretend I didn't see it.

Why did I only let him do a part-time job in our department instead of forcibly bringing him into our department?

He couldn't even pass the first hurdle of obeying discipline.

He's such a troublemaker.

Once you're out there, you won't be the kind of person who can swallow your anger.

That's definitely going to cause trouble, just you wait and see.

This is a secret between the two of us. You must keep it a secret. Don't tell anyone in the country, not even your brother when he gets back from his mission.

"Yes, I understand, Director."

"Yes, go send him a telegram, and add a line saying that if anything is discovered, you can come back after investigating."

Leave no evidence; clean up any traces.

Gao Xiaohu replied, "Yes, I understand."

Then he turned around and went to reply to the telegram.

Yang Dalin was unaware that Director Hou had long suspected he possessed some unknown special abilities.

However, Director Hou was a decent person and didn't think of telling anyone else about Yang Dalin's matter.

Instead, they continued to keep it a secret from Yang Dalin.

After all, everyone in his department has some extraordinary abilities, otherwise their combat power wouldn't be so strong.

Protecting one's own is a basic quality of a good leader.

Director Hou, having experienced two or three decades of war, is well aware of this.

Yang Dalin soon received a new telegram and replied with only two words: "Understood."

Then I turned off the device and sent the radio station to the space.

Not long after, before eight o'clock, Zhou Shijie hurriedly returned.

He was also carrying some food and wine.

Upon entering, he saw a pile of delicious food and drinks on Yang Dalin's table, even more lavish than what he had bought. He asked in surprise, "You, you... Xingzai, you went out?"

Didn't I lock the front door for you?

"Brother Jie, don't be surprised, sit down first. Do you think your door can stop me?"

"After all, I'm a warrior who can take on ten men single-handedly."

"Okay, that makes sense. Your captain sent you to deliver the goods alone, so you must be very capable."

By the way, did no one see you when you went out?

Where did you get this money?

"Is your dizziness gone?"

"Come on, Brother Jie, have a drink first. Don't rush, I'll explain it to you slowly."

Don't worry, no one will notice when I come back.

I waited for you to leave this morning, took my medicine, and then took a nap.

After waking up, I found that there was nothing wrong.

But it was quite boring to stay here all the time, so I went out for a walk.

I met a few foreigners and got some money from them.

"Will Brother Jay have any objections to me messing around with foreigners?"

Zhou Shijie quickly waved his hand: "No objection, we all hate the white guys to death."

As long as no one dies, the police shouldn't investigate.

You didn't kill them, did you?"

"No, I just secretly borrowed some money from them."

They still don't know who borrowed it.

"Well, that's good, that's good. They stole our money anyway."

You can do whatever you want as long as you don't get caught.

As long as they can't find you, that's fine.

"Come on, bro, let's celebrate your recovery, and also congratulate those white guys who lost money—they deserved it."

Yang Dalin and Zhou Shijie clinked glasses.

This week, Shih-chieh seems to be getting old but is still a radical youth, which is normal.

Many people nowadays hate white people.

Many of them experienced war, unlike the later third generation of "banana people" (people who are culturally Westernized and culturally Westernized).

This generation, including many born in the 1960s and 70s, deeply resented colonial rule.

Because they have been bullied, suffered, and endured hardship.

Unlike the third or even fourth generation, who were spoiled from a young age.

Yang Dalin also intends to get involved in this matter.

Yang Dalin drank with Zhou Shijie until after 9 p.m., and finally told him that he would be busy tomorrow and that he didn't need to worry about food and drink.

He'll stay one more day tomorrow, and then he'll go back tomorrow night.

He told Zhou Shijie not to come and see him off, that he could go back on his own.

Zhou Shijie, being a very loyal person, said, "Xingzai, no matter how busy I am tomorrow, I will make time to come and see you off tonight."

I'll try my best to get back before 8 pm tomorrow night. Please wait for me. Be careful when you go out during the day.

By the way, do you want to bring some gifts home?

I'll buy it for you tomorrow, and you can take it home.

Yang Dalin quickly declined the kind offer from the man.

"Brother Jie, really, there's no need. I can't take it back. Really, if I take it back, it'll be hard to explain."

"Really, you don't need to."