All the heavens begin with the love in the courtyard.

Han Chunming quietly approached, opened the bottle, and gently fanned the opening of the bottle towards Lord Guan, releasing a faint aroma of alcohol into the air.

Sure enough, just like in the original story, when Grandpa Guan smelled the alcohol, his nose twitched a few times, and his eyes immediately opened.

Han Chunming smiled helplessly. When Grandpa Guan saw Han Chunming, he also spoke slowly and deliberately, looking very old.

"Grandson, it's been a while since you've visited your grandfather!"

Han Chunming smiled and placed the wine bottle on the small table next to the old man, responding as he did so.

"Master, I've been quite busy lately, so I haven't been able to visit you. Please forgive me. I've come today to buy some wine as an apology!"

Grandpa Guan glanced at Han Chunming and said slowly.

"You've brought wine and food. If you want to drink with me, you need to find a reason. Come on, fill Grandpa's glass!"

Han Chunming laughed heartily and replied.

"okay!"

"Old Master Guan's eye for people is no less than that of Master Huang," Han Chunming chuckled. He quickly brought over a stool, two cups, and two pairs of chopsticks, and filled the old man's cup with wine.

The master and apprentice clinked glasses, and Han Chunming drank it all in one gulp. This 53-proof Erguotou was strong and potent; the older generation of Yanjing people loved this kind of liquor.

Although Erguotou is now synonymous with cheap liquor, it was a top-notch liquor in this era. Compared to the wage levels of that time, it was really not cheap. Most people couldn't afford to buy bottled liquor and would instead buy two ounces of it in bulk.

Besides, these days, most liquor is made from pure grains, and it's quite enjoyable to drink. Han Chunming picked up a peanut, threw it into his mouth, and said that peanuts and liquor are a perfect match.

The old man had been observing Han Chunming's actions. After the two clinked glasses a few more times, the old man finally spoke.

"Disciple, have you encountered any trouble lately?"

Han Chunming looked up in surprise, smiled, and said.

"Master, how did you figure that out?"

The old man picked up his wine glass, took a small sip, and then slowly spoke.

"I haven't seen you at all lately. You look rosy-cheeked, it must be something to do with a woman, right?"

Han Chunming gave the old man a thumbs-up.

"Master, you're amazing! But you can't help me with this, hehe, I just wanted to have a drink with you today!"

Grandpa Guan didn't talk much. Seeing that Han Chunming didn't want to talk, he didn't ask any more questions. He picked up a peanut, put it in his mouth, and then half-closed his eyes, listening to the opera on the radio and humming a little tune. This leisurely expression made Han Chunming quite envious.

After finishing his drinks at Grandpa Guan's, Han Chunming hummed Peking Opera tunes as he went home. The little drink had indeed made him feel much better.

The old man's attitude towards life and work is something I should learn from. He is calm and composed, enjoys every day, and when he is really depressed, he uses a little alcohol to numb himself.

The old man was actually quite pitiful. His only son married a snob, and as a result, his wife tricked him into going abroad and never returned for many years.

Because of this relationship, the old man could only keep a low profile. When Han Chunming was a child, the old man was often labeled by the neighborhood committee. If it weren't for the old man's resilience and his belief in the wisdom of "it's good to be confused," he would have survived long ago.

The situation had finally improved a lot, but the old man's family didn't have much savings and still lived a poor life. Although there were dozens of boxes of antiques behind the kitchen wall, the old man didn't dare to take any of them out. Back then, those people had almost killed the old man because of these antiques, but fortunately, he survived.

Over the years, the old man has also learned the essence of the phrase "it's good to be confused," meaning that as long as you pretend to be confused, nothing is a big deal.

So, before he was even sixty, he put on the act of a ninety-year-old man, with gray hair, difficulty walking, and selective deafness in his ears. He kept this up for his whole life. Even when he was over ninety, he still looked the same. In the end, he even pulled off a deception by faking his death, making everyone completely fooled.

So, this is what a truly wise person does: when faced with a problem, pretend to be confused; when encountering something unsolvable, take a vacation with the King of Hell, and time will give you the answer.

Han Chunming felt that the wine wasn't wasted; sometimes, it's better for a man to be a little oblivious.

As for Su Meng's matter, it's really nothing special. I didn't do anything to her anyway, and it will all be over after a while.

Given Su Meng's personality, she probably won't talk to me anymore after this. But that's fine too. I'll deal with Qi Siqiao first and cultivate our relationship. Han Chunming doesn't believe that with his life experience, he can't handle a clever little girl!

After figuring things out, Han Chunming felt much better. As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he ran into Cheng Jianjun.

When Cheng Jianjun saw Han Chunming, his eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward. As if he had been waiting for a long time, he hurriedly pulled Han Chunming aside, intending to ask him something.

Suddenly, he smelled a pungent odor of alcohol. Cheng Jianjun quickly checked the surrounding air and asked with a frown.

"Chunming, where have you been? You reek of alcohol. You've only been working for a few days! By the way, I've been wondering, how come you've been buying bicycles and drinking lately? Tell me, where did you make your fortune?"

When Han Chunming saw Cheng Jianjun's small eyes darting around, he immediately knew that this guy was up to his old tricks again. This guy really had no shortage of cunning!

Han Chunming then thought it might be good to tease this guy, so he leaned close to Cheng Jianjun's ear with a mysterious expression and whispered something.

"I'm telling you it's nothing. I should be thanking you for this, Jianjun. If you hadn't introduced me to this job, I wouldn't have had this way to make money!"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jianjun's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked.

"Then tell me, how exactly did you make your fortune!"

Han Chunming pretended to ponder for a moment, then looked around before quickly pulling Cheng Jianjun to a corner and whispering.

“I work in a food factory, right? Every day, we consume eggs, flour, dried fruit, and other things that are transported by truck, weighing several thousand kilograms. With such a large quantity every day, we can easily eat our fill by just grabbing a little bit. I work with a deputy factory manager surnamed Chen. He provides the goods, and I find sales channels outside. Every day after get off work, I have someone pick me up. By going back and forth like this, I earn this amount every week!”

Han Chunming deliberately held out a hand, and seeing five fingers, Cheng Jianjun was taken aback and quickly asked.

"Fifty?"

Han Chunming looked around nervously and whispered in Cheng Jianjun's ear.

"five hundred!"

Upon hearing this number, Cheng Jianjun instantly became incredibly excited, his body trembling slightly. "Good, good, Han Chunming, this time, if I don't destroy you, I'll change my surname to Cheng!"

In 1975, five hundred yuan was enough to get you shot. How could Cheng Jianjun not be excited when Han Chunming revealed this secret?

Han Chunming deliberately burped again, pretending to be a little drunk, swayed his body, and patted Cheng Jianjun on the shoulder.

"Jianjun, I consider you a brother. I've only told you about this, so please don't tell anyone else!"

Cheng Jianjun nodded, smiled mysteriously, and said confidently.

"Chunming, don't worry. You treat me, Cheng Jianjun, like a brother. Would I report you? Alright, go and get some rest!"

Han Chunming nodded, then staggered towards his home.

Cheng Jianjun, standing behind him, revealed a sinister smile. "Han Chunming, you should just go to jail obediently. That way, no one will be able to take Su Meng from me!"

Cheng Jianjun suddenly remembered that he had just seen Su Meng crying and coming to Han Chunming to confront him, but he forgot about it in the blink of an eye. But it didn't matter. With this incident, nothing else mattered!

Han Chunming was all smiles. He figured that with Cheng Jianjun's cunning nature, he would definitely report this, and then there would be a good show to watch.

Deputy Factory Director Chen is about to be promoted to a permanent position, and he has a powerful background. If Cheng Jianjun reports Director Chen, won't he get himself into trouble?

I'm getting a little excited just thinking about it!

Hiccup~

Chapter Eleven: Han Chunming Has Been Arrested

When Cheng Jianjun returned home, he couldn't sleep because he was thinking about this matter, and he tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

He and Han Chunming grew up together; in the end, they were childhood friends and neighbors. Should he report Han Chunming for this matter?

But every time Cheng Jianjun thought of that bastard Han Chunming, who repeatedly outshone him, he was consumed by jealousy.

Even in terms of interpersonal relationships, Han Chunming was better than him. Back when he was sent to the countryside in Xiaoqinghe, Fangshan, Han Chunming was very popular. He could fish and play in the mud with the local youths, and he could also steal chickens and dogs with the urban educated youths. Even many female educated youths had a special fondness for him.

What about yourself?

In order to outdo Han Chunming, she worked hard for months, pretending to be a grandson and saying countless sweet words to win over the daughter of the local village accountant. But why is it that Han Chunming, who did nothing, has girls who like him?

Now that they're back in the city, even Su Meng, who lives in the same courtyard, looks at Han Chunming differently. There's even this bizarre situation where a woman is pursuing a man. But that bastard Han Chunming still bosses Su Meng around.

You know, Su Meng is a stunning beauty, one in a hundred in the neighborhood. She has been everyone's goddess since she was a child. She has both looks and education, and comes from a scholarly family. Shouldn't only I be worthy of such a girl?

What kind of bastard is Han Chunming?

He had seen Su Meng cry her eyes out several times because of Han Chunming's anger, and only Cheng Jianjun knew the feeling of being a sycophant behind her back. It was as if even breathing was a painful experience.

Now, Han Chunming, who got a job through his father's connections, is actually making a fortune in the food factory. Can we tolerate this kind of behavior?

Reporting him myself and bringing him down is righteous! We must take him down!

Cheng Jianjun was breathing heavily. He finally made up his mind that he had to report this matter and bring Han Chunming down so that he could never recover!

Only when Han Chunming disappears forever can I become Su Meng's one and only!

Cheng Jianjun had made up his mind. He turned over and fell into a deep sleep.

Su Meng seemed to be truly heartbroken, as she didn't see anyone the next day and stayed at home, refusing to come out.

Seeing this, Han Chunming was also afraid of being angered if he stayed at home, so he went out early in the morning. There are quite a few places to visit in Yanjing City.

At noon, they bought some more vegetables and two bottles of good wine and went to Grandpa Guan's house. The old man and the young man drank until they were completely drunk. Grandpa Guan didn't ask Han Chunming where the money for the wine came from; he trusted Han Chunming's character.

The old man craved alcohol, but he had no money to spare. Even if the family pooled their resources together, they couldn't find five cents. Although there were antiques worth millions hidden in the walls of his house, he dared not touch a single penny in this day and age. He would often rather go hungry than not buy two ounces of cheap liquor to satisfy his craving.

Han Chunming treated the old man to a meal and drinks. Before leaving, he left ten yuan. The old man's eyes lit up when he saw the ten yuan, and without hesitation, he put it in his pocket.

Han Chunming laughed heartily, finding the old man quite adorable. After a satisfying meal, Han Chunming became interested in asking the old man for some treasures to look at, but after looking around for a long time, he found that apart from two huanghuali stools, the other items in the house were not worth much.

Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. If there really were a treasure, the old man wouldn't dare to take it out now, especially since it was 1975.

These days, antiques aren't actually worth much money. Han Chunming learned about these things from the old man since he was a child, and he also had a particular interest in history, so he was quite interested in antiques as well.

However, the soul that merged into it didn't care much about antiques. After all, it was a time traveler who had wandered through the river of time, and it really didn't have much feeling for antiques. Thinking about it carefully, it was actually just an old antique itself.

However, as a hobby, studying antiques is actually not bad. I have so many ways to make money, but I don't think I've experienced the way of making money through antiques yet. Perhaps it would be good to experience it.

So Han Chunming also kept this in mind. He thought it wouldn't hurt to study it properly when he had time. It wouldn't be too late to wait a few more years. After all, in this era, doing something too conspicuous would attract attention.

Monday arrived in the blink of an eye, and it was time to go back to work.

Su Meng got up early, but she wasn't in the mood for breakfast. She pushed her bicycle out the door early in the morning, and when she got to Han Chunming's door, she glared angrily at the window.

Even though a day had passed, Su Meng was still in a terrible mood.

Su Meng thought to herself, "That big bastard and liar Han Chunming, I will never talk to him again!"

Su Meng snorted and deliberately pushed the cart, making a loud noise, hoping to wake Han Chunming in the room and let him know that she was very angry.

Women love to act like this, but today he was destined to be disappointed.

The bicycle was slapped loudly, but Han Chunming in the room didn't react at all. He stuck out his big butt towards the window. When Su Meng saw this, her little face puffed up and she turned around and left.

The noise she made didn't wake Han Chunming, but it did wake Cheng Jianjun.

Upon hearing the noise, Cheng Jianjun, that sycophant, got up without saying a word, looked out the window, and was immediately overjoyed. He quickly fastened his belt, didn't even bother to wash up, put on a jacket, pushed his bicycle, and followed Su Meng's footsteps.

Han Chunming was groggily woken up by his mother. He had slept exceptionally well today and hadn't heard any knocking on the window this morning, which made him feel much more comfortable.